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Date:2010-10-14 23:16
Subject:Random Poem
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Less than a square foot,
Paint peeling from the wall,
Stuck out of the building,
Protruded, as unwelcome as a sudden
Visitor who drains life, the balcony
Looks awkward, soot with dust. The
Net, screwed tightly into the windowpane
Misted her vision slightly. The middle age
Woman, standing with a mug of hot
Tea, its steam covered her wrinkled
Eyes, was watching her son playing
Tennis in the court. Only the ball,
Bright yellow, was visible, a sharp
Contrast to the dry-fit black shirt that
He was wearing. Grown but scrawny,
He ran backward and forward, his
Racket captured every hit precisely.

She felt a sense of pride swelling in
Her chest, and suddenly laughed at
Herself over the cliché expression.
A sense of loneliness, previously
Alien to her, choked her throat,
Clogging her voice. She wanted
To clap, but unable. She dropped
The mug of the tea on the floor.
The hot tea cleansed the dust but
She felt like an old woman, her
Prime was washed away, just as
Her son just missed the ball.

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Date:2010-01-22 20:23
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原来,我梦归何处,你根本无法决定,
我只能站在人行道旁,
静静等着你的音讯。
我默默地等,
你却毫无表白
我决定我应该离开,
免得听你无情的表态。

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Date:2009-09-23 21:29
Subject:Gather Together
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We sing her a song,
A song from the bank
Of memory that stretches
As far as the beginning
Of century. The song of wonder
And contentment, the song of
Endless love. A cliché song,
The biggest mistake one
Could ever make is composing
This song. The lyrics are
Too sentimental. It tries
Too hard to invite tears
That will not appear.
Yet, we still sing with
Our heart, as though
It’s the best song
In the world, that depicts
Neither our story nor
Our hope. Yet, we
Sing her this song, seeing
Her smile, from the cold
Slab of stone staring
Right back at us.

The song which is ten years too late.

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Date:2009-09-14 08:35
Subject:A Visit to Grandmum
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Eyes barely recognized
Me. Calling me the
Wrong name, you
Seem to be overjoyed
By the girl sitting in
Between us. A faint
Hope for great-grand
Children perhaps, to which
I could never give birth.

Her boyfriend, sitting
In a car, in a humid
Weather, sweating
Perhaps, panting,
Perhaps, wondering
What we would have
Said to contradict
His belief that
Was shaped
By thousand
Years of practice.

So grandmum smile
Smile smile, her
Life mission is
Almost complete.
“Work hard,” she
laughed. “Girls
need to be treated
right.”

The black fly, the
Contagious kind,
Rested on her nose.
With her mutterings,
Buzzing my ears.
Weak hands waving it
away. It flew, circumvented
and rested on her arms.

I smiled, thinking
of the babies I would
never have, of the
love she gave and
I threw with remorse.
I spoke gently.
"Alright, alright!
I will do it it."

He was dreaming
in the car, finding
a future that could
belong to us.

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Date:2009-07-20 22:03
Subject:PPF
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Mood: amused

(i) Past

Head proud, barely twelve,
giving birth to noisy words,
empty dreams. We disregarded
the omniscient power of tears.

Attitude ruled the action. So
conniving. We spoke with cliches.
Hostile glance accompanied us everywhere.
Love me, hate me, I don't care.

We conducted the music.

(ii) Present

Tiptoeing on fear, drunk on hope,
a potent intoxication,
we stare at the line,
burgeoning with hesitation.


Sun rise. Without mist,
the light turns into a tank
such excruciating precision.
The sense of pride triumphs

Chorus modulated into a lonely tune.

(iii) Future

Chest caved, breath panting.
We miss fame by a little bit,
seeing it ricocheting past
our shoulders brought down by weight.

Petty talks, petty greetings,
taking off without fuel.
Hanging four limps in the air,
thought wandering back to the spot.

Chatty silence remains.

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Date:2009-07-04 17:58
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Counting the sequence
of death slowly. Mouth
ballooned with hot air that
travelled south, crushing
the lungs with inexplicable
force, squeezing the life
out of the vessels until
it turns cold. I looked,
waited, panted, hyperventilated.

Still quiet, still quiet.
Unless there is some love
lingering, like a mother staring
at her child, sleeping in an
innocent pose that brings
you to a new birth, there
could be no resolution. Eyes
closed, fists clenched, minutes
dwindled into seconds.
Hush now, close your eyes
and sleep.

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Date:2009-06-18 01:02
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Pregnant with thoughts,
I started burping
air that escaped from
my stomach, a stench
that nobody would
recognise until
they sniffed it,
their nose all turned up,
wondering if it was
the same air that
they emitted themselves.

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Date:2009-05-31 17:57
Subject:Sunset Boulevard - I have to say I am impressed
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I have always loved Glenn Close. I am so glad I can find this video. It's excellent!

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Date:2009-01-31 15:18
Subject:Cass Phang 仍然是最愛你 - 彭羚
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My favourite song by Cass Phang... partly because of the TVB serial that got me hooked before I was supposed to sit for SPM.,,

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Date:2008-12-25 02:34
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Mood: blah

The Flower in
the vase blooms
in a rainy day when
both of us were
occupied with something,
you working on a computer,
I reading a book.

The rose gave its
arms to the air,
spreading its scent
to no one
but the TV monitor
in front of us.

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Date:2008-12-05 02:15
Subject:Sponge
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Mood: drunk

I absorb you anger
like a sponge,
not because I
am new, but rather,
I am old, moldy,
contagious, unruly,
wily, uncontrollably
dirty, ready to grow
into a witch, with
a crack that can
be mistaken to be
my smile, and
let it be, while I
absorb half-heartedly,
ineptly, failingly,
your emotion, which
is as fatal as cyanide,
slow poisoning my
lung, until I grasp
the air like a pneumonic
patient who finds a
tumor growing in two
leaves that I would rather
leave in alone.

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Date:2008-12-03 23:42
Subject:Your Song
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Mood: indifferent

I live in your song,
For there is nothing
I can't say it
better than you.
I drown myself.

Turn witch into
an angel, won't you?


If only you could understand...

I turn you
into a festering disease
- it won't kill me yet,
it's fatally contagious.

It's a simmering steak,
ready for you to masticate.
Me becoming you.

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Date:2008-11-20 15:54
Subject:Need to develop
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an eye for details...

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Date:2008-11-04 00:03
Subject:The few types of goodbyes
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Mood: happy

Only now do I realise that there are many types of goodbyes.

There is a happy goodbye because you know the goodbye will lead to a better future, be it for you or your friends.

There is a hopeful goodbye because you will want to yearn for something more when you see him/her again.

There is an angry goodbye because you don't want to that person again unless he/she apologises.

There is an indifferent goodbye because you don't care if you will ever see that person again.

There is a melancholic goodbye because you don't know if you can ever see that person again.

There is a sad/hopeless goodbye because you know you will never see that person again.

Of course, there is a spiteful goodbye because you don't want to see that person again, and you want him dead.

I said a happy goodbye today. May the best go with you, wherever you are!

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Date:2008-11-03 12:01
Subject:当眼睛想念鼻子
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Mood: sleepy

很多人不相信我能以中文书写。虽然我的中文不好,但是我手写我口,基本的词汇还难不倒我。今天的心情阴阴地,不知道为何如此惆怅。也许年关将近,记事本里的项目犹如流水账般,无穷无尽地往后页延伸,郁闷的心情又加了一斤!

所以我便想了一个很无厘头的标题,说一说心里的感想,谈谈爱,说说情。

我很想写这样的一个故事:从前,眼睛和鼻子是邻居,虽然关系淡如水,但是还是能和睦共处。一天,鼻子决定去远方旅行,告别了眼睛,远走他乡。开始的时候,眼睛如常地过着它的生活。下班后,眼睛就会在鼻子的家逗留一会儿,帮鼻子打理家务。不知不觉,眼睛在鼻子的家所逗留的时间越来越长。渐渐地,眼睛在鼻子的家吃饭睡觉,它忘记了它自己的家只在毗邻。眼睛也不知道这是否是鹊占鸠巢。它只知道它对鼻子的家的眷恋越来越深。甚至,眼睛觉得它才是这个家的主人,而鼻子只不过是一个过客。就这样,年过一年,眼睛在鼻子的家,等着屋子主人归来,而眼睛自己的房子,厚尘封面,房子的每个部分,因长年失修,开始败坏倒塌。过不久,眼睛得了重病,临死前,它还不断呼唤鼻子的名字,说道:“我想你回来!我想你回来!这个家是我的!这个家是我的!”

眼睛去世后,鼻子终于回来了!它看到屋子毗邻,是一堆残砖败瓦,而自己的屋子却完好无缺,它觉得非常的感动,为眼睛立了一个很大的墓碑,纪念眼睛的友谊。

写到这里,方觉得自己一支秃笔,根本登不上大雅之堂!我的故事和文章,原来只能慰寂寥

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Date:2008-10-29 16:13
Subject:Life and Death
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Mood: content

A few friends discussed about the issues revolving life and death over the last few days. Coincidentally, the topic was brought up on two occasions: a gathering with Eme and Angie, as well as discussion with my colleagues today. The topic was “My Funeral”.
Yes, you read it correctly – my funeral!

As it may be depressing for someone to discuss funeral, I could proudly declare that I have my funeral all planned out, not out of sheer morbidity but out of undying love for life. I love life, and therefore I fully comprehend the inevitability of death. Since death is inevitable, I might as well have it all planned out for my final exit, instead of depending on some people who might roll out my funeral as what an orthodox would do.

I want my funeral to be laced with Champagne. I want people going to my funeral to laugh. Yes, you can laugh at me, laugh about me, and laugh with me. You will be treated to a champagne fountain, with Mariah as my background music. I want you to dance, because I like to dance. I want you to drink, because I like to drink. I want you to celebrate life, because I celebrate mine. I want you to be happy, because I am happy to have known all of you.

Yes, I might have a few regrets in my life, but it’s not enough to discourage me from living the life that I have and I will. I might have made a few mistakes in my life, and those mistakes make me who I am today, whether you love or hate me. Yes, today, if someone asks me if I would live my life like this all over again, my answer is definitely positive!

I want to die young because I am stupid enough to subscribe to ageism. I can’t see myself growing wrinkled, with white hair on my head. I will go for plastic surgery until scientific discoveries fail to make me look young again. I may be shallow and stupid, but I definitely love my life so much. And I embrace every bit of ups and downs of it.

To all my dear friends: live your life as you would and you want to. And live it fervently until your last breath leaves me. If you do so, perhaps you will understand why I happily plan my funeral, and forbid tears during the process.

Let’s start planning for the inevitable so that you know what limited time you have in this world, and start doing whatever you want to do. Don’t ever die in regrets – because that’s when I really will cry for you.

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Date:2008-10-05 14:12
Subject:明天會更好(約22年前的MV)
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This MV reminds me so much of Koey. It will be better tomorrow, won't it?

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Date:2008-07-02 13:12
Subject:From Austen
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Mood: sleepy

One never does form a just idea of any body beforehand. One takes up a notion , and runs away with it.

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Date:2008-04-22 13:58
Subject:Moving on
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Mood: ecstatic

Finally, it's time to move on.

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Date:2008-02-20 17:56
Subject:Hmm... Really?
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Mood: amused


WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?
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You scored as English/Journalism/Comm

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It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it.




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English/Journalism/Comm


100%

French/Spanish/OtherLanguage


94%

Psychology/Sociology


94%

PoliticalScience/Philosophy


81%

History/Anthropology/LiberalArts


81%

Visual&PerformingArts


75%

Education/Counseling


69%

HR/BusinessManagement


56%

Accounting/Finance/Marketing


56%

Religion/Theology


56%

Physics/Engineering/Computer


38%

Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health


38%

Biology/Chemistry/Geology


6%

Mathematics/Statistics


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