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I should be a poet..hmm? / Monday, February 19, 2007 @ 8:11 PM
I should be a poet..hmm?
| You Should Be a Poet |
 You have a way with words... and a talent for drawing the pure emotions out of experiences. Your poetry has the potential to make people laugh and cry at the same time. You just need to write it! |
The public holidays came at a perfect time. I can finally breathe even though I only started being busy in late January. I wonder why I feel so exhausted at times. Maybe I am getting old and wrinkly. I had a panic moment last night when I saw a few lines around my eyes! Is it due to my crazy sleeping hours? Or lack of water? I am so getting the eye creme!
Instead of spending time finishing my assignments and preparing the other million things I have to do, I have been sinfully distracted by the idiot box we call tv. In fact, my bro and me have been having a marathon of a certain show concerning people with superpowers. It is so annoying to have the ending of each episode left hanging! The writers certainly have done an excellent job! Anyway, the fascination that we have for the show have even compromise our hours of sleep. This is certainly one of the rare shows in the world that my family agree not to fight over the remote.
As you can see, from the above test, I should clearly change me career. I think being a poet is a wonderful thing but too bad it does not pay much especially in Singapore where only a fraction of the population can appreciate good poetry. For the record, I do write poems. I have a big book of poems I have been writing since I was young but the sad fact is, all the poems were written during moments of sadness, confusion, insanity etc. I do not think I can write a poem when I am happy or at least sane. Due to this fact, almost all of the poems are sad poems, mostly about love and life and everytime I read those poems now, I can clearly remember what I went through and it makes me sad again. The good news is, I do not write a lot of poems nowadays, largely due to me not feeling like crap as often as in the past.
Some are beautifully written, and I still do not know where I had the inspiration to write like that. I do not even know if I can still do that now.
I did not even realised that it is the third week of the month and I have not go to the Britt Office to pick up the SOT and BOM for the team. Have I been distracted that I lost my focus? I wish one day, there will be someone who can keep me focus. The big picture is still here but in times of confusion and sadness, it does fade away a little. Bringing back that dream and mental picture needs work. The cds help me a lot and I do not know why I end up tearing after each cd. In fact I do not know why I keep tearing after every show! I teared after watching the animal show on tv! Is there something wrong with me? Or is this what all girls leaving-the-mid-twenties go through? Oh yes, it seriously helps a lot that most of my friends are putting up their baby pictures on the Friendster page. Great.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel. That is why I have a torchlight in my bag so I can walk through it without harming my percious nose.
If my mind can conceive it, and my head can believe it, then I know I can achieve it. No longer will I drift through life feeling sorry for myself, because self-pity is the seed of destruction.
I shall keep by this principle.
Instead of spending time finishing my assignments and preparing the other million things I have to do, I have been sinfully distracted by the idiot box we call tv. In fact, my bro and me have been having a marathon of a certain show concerning people with superpowers. It is so annoying to have the ending of each episode left hanging! The writers certainly have done an excellent job! Anyway, the fascination that we have for the show have even compromise our hours of sleep. This is certainly one of the rare shows in the world that my family agree not to fight over the remote.
As you can see, from the above test, I should clearly change me career. I think being a poet is a wonderful thing but too bad it does not pay much especially in Singapore where only a fraction of the population can appreciate good poetry. For the record, I do write poems. I have a big book of poems I have been writing since I was young but the sad fact is, all the poems were written during moments of sadness, confusion, insanity etc. I do not think I can write a poem when I am happy or at least sane. Due to this fact, almost all of the poems are sad poems, mostly about love and life and everytime I read those poems now, I can clearly remember what I went through and it makes me sad again. The good news is, I do not write a lot of poems nowadays, largely due to me not feeling like crap as often as in the past.
Some are beautifully written, and I still do not know where I had the inspiration to write like that. I do not even know if I can still do that now.
I did not even realised that it is the third week of the month and I have not go to the Britt Office to pick up the SOT and BOM for the team. Have I been distracted that I lost my focus? I wish one day, there will be someone who can keep me focus. The big picture is still here but in times of confusion and sadness, it does fade away a little. Bringing back that dream and mental picture needs work. The cds help me a lot and I do not know why I end up tearing after each cd. In fact I do not know why I keep tearing after every show! I teared after watching the animal show on tv! Is there something wrong with me? Or is this what all girls leaving-the-mid-twenties go through? Oh yes, it seriously helps a lot that most of my friends are putting up their baby pictures on the Friendster page. Great.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel. That is why I have a torchlight in my bag so I can walk through it without harming my percious nose.
If my mind can conceive it, and my head can believe it, then I know I can achieve it. No longer will I drift through life feeling sorry for myself, because self-pity is the seed of destruction.
I shall keep by this principle.
