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Englisherfied

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

today, nothing much. one thing i wanna focus on today.
Cyril Wong, one of the best local writers here. he came to my school (:
only a few people were allowed to meet this wonderful poet. i was seriously like dont wan go mood. but Jacy was so persuasive, haiz... she really wanted me go, so yea, or else theres no one gonna entertain her CHIM english sarcasm HAHAHAS.

anyway, omg, im in love with his poems. theyre really touching and heart-breaking. and guess what? Jacy and I are attempting to create 40 poems to publish it. hopefull itll get into the schools magazine or straits time :D

This is Cyril Wong's poem, I do not own this:

The lovers are taking it slow. They are drawing out
the days of nothingness, making them last. Who will be the first to go? Who dares to answer such questions?

The lovers in church are praying only for each other. They are tracing the edge
of the shore with their footprints. What have they done that they have not yet been forgiven for?

There is still time to replace the curtains, to oil the gate so it may close again without crying. Now is the moment. The lovers know this as they head home now, evening drawing their bodies closer, slowing their steps at a momentous pace, as words fold away into the spaces even memory cannot reach.

- Cyril Wong

PS: I would be posting daily poems, if possible, and its based on real-life. So if it just so happens that the story is similar somehow, then yeah, ahahas, you were there! poem-etically speaking, but yea, tagg me if you love or appreciate my poems :)


-i love you. until not, you never notice. please la, im trying so hard
cant you see it? im deeply crazily madly in love with you... haiz


--to this certain person, hahas, yea, we'll be best of friends la, just dont pang seh me like you did this afternoon =.= you know who you are XD

The Perceiver


A M I R U L
there's nothing wrong with his name.
He's imperfect, and so are you
Poetry, dancing and digital modeling is his thing.
He fancies piano songs
His dream? Part-time dancer
Full-time earning millions
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read his blog and think again.
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