Laments and Birthday

This sem has been the most emotionally disturbing or uneven one for me in my stint in NUS. Perhaps b'coz i was spoilt by last sem's solidarity. Even though we were rushing for deadlines but there was much enjoyment loving and chimneying down along AS1 into the late nites... editing n trying to squeeze ideas out when we were all exhausted and drained...

But this sem, such mutual reinforcement comes at most as trickles...

Perhaps, I'd company last sem during this crunch time... the person was there most of the time but this sem I don't

Maybe I am just so tired to essaying and studying... wad happened to my passion to do research? Or was it merely vain curiousity tat surrounded tat 'passion'?

On another note, Happy Birthday Yenghong! U've been one of my best councillors, freshies, OGL, and partner Hse i/c! I cannot for a moment imagine wad I wld do w/o yr help.. the silent but strong worker, committed and nvr a word of complain despite having arrows shot...

Happy 21st!

Essaying is a Biatch

Researching for essays is a biatch! It's tedious, draining and heartbreaking when u read certain stuff and after a while the words started coming alive and u see them swimming all around you, persistently tailing you.. when u r eating, dreaming, shitting. whereever, whateverz

Until the completion of 5 tedious essays and I do not mean fantasical manisfestation of my utmost creative self but of entertaining the trails of words put across by people who want to make life difficult for us by putting a massive strings of alphabets. Till the deadline it is gonna be read-write-read, read-write-read, read-write-read, read-write-read, read-write-read!

On a more positive notes, I am fortunate to have taken modules under jolly professors and esp. one of them, the Jolly Old Santa is gonna bestow upon us his utmost generousity and kindness tat I have nvr tasted in my crawl in NUS: Choose 2 essays out of TEN qns for the exams! That makes things a lot easier!

Sometimes when we touch

You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly

At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by

At times I think we're drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides