Story Challenge VS Chinese Oral

Similarities:

1) Spontaneous

2) Speech has to be made in a short amount of time

Differences:

1) One is English, the other in Chinese.

2) One has 15 minutes to prepare a speech, the other requires on the spot presentation.

3) I'm more nervous for Chinese Oral than Story Challenge

But overall, I did quite well for Chinese Oral.

Angel

I have seen you, your face, since the time we were merely 10.

I have seen your love, passion, hopes, dreams, since when we were 11.

I have seen your fears, sorrows, pain, hatred, since when we were 12.

I have seen you shattered, broken, torn, hated, since we were 13.

I have seen you renewing, hoping again, giving a second chance, when we were 14.

But as I see you, giving up, hating, faking, lying, smiling-through-tears now... I still feel sad for you.

I am still, your angel.

Story Challenge '09 Finals

WHEE!!!!!!!!

Zhe Kai, Rachel, Ranchel and Claudia, You all ROCK MAN!!!

To Zhe Kai: Don't worry about losing to Faye. You had the potential man, you can do it! Second is good, really good already! ROCK ON!!

To Claudia, Rachel, Ranchel: Man, you should have seen yourselves. You guys totally owned the stage man! The audience really liked your story, and Second is really good already. GO MAN!!!!

On another note: Wa kao, tmr is school liao... Sian...

A few poems...

A/N: 3 poems inspired by Disney's Wall-e... Well, I think the movie is damn cool can?

"Standby"
Eugene Koh

Why aren't you awake?
Why can't you look at me?
Why does that green light flash?
Why, why, why?

Did you see that I sheltered you from rain?
Did you see the time when we rowed across the drain?
Did you see the the lady and the man?
The way they held their hand...

Can you hear me, can you listen?
Can you speak to me, can you whisper?
I will stand by you, from now till forever,
Even when your heart stands-by.

"Define: Dancing"
Eugene Koh

1) The kiss we had; so harmonious,
I hear the stars twinkling towards us,
I feel no need for a power source,
All I need, is you.

2) The moon shines ahead; And duty calls,
The heart of ours shall intertwine,
The merriment of our minds shall combine,
Now, and forever.

1) The little buzz, the little breeze,
The sprinkle of the can, the life of the plant.
Now we are one, separated no more by orders,
We are now our own masters.

2) Our steps are one, your move with mine,
The song synchronizes the love of our lives,
Was there a better way to describe, or define,
This wonderful word: dancing.

"Directive"
Eugene Koh

I must, I should have, I will,
My directive is now you.
The plant, Earth and the people,
Are now nothing to me.

You are hurt, injured, bashed up,
You must be fixed; no matter what,
You must go on, without fail,
It is my directive.

You are broken, shattered, misplaced,
I should have led you to a safer place,
I should have not brought you with me.
It is my directive.

You are nearly fixed, repaired, done,
I will bring you with me,
I will make sure you will be with me,
It is my directive.

Speak to me, do you remember me?
Directive...

Story Challenge 2009!!!

Wow, the prelims ended today (wait, actually, yesterday). Those guys were great man, Zhe Kai, Eunice, Claudia, Rachel, Ranchel, Ben, Xiaoqi, Meagan were all super-pro. I'm proud of you guys man! Now Zhe Kai and Claudy's group is going for semi-finals. But dammit I got tuition leh what the hell... Nvm, I get Aria to video for me haha. Okay, I gotta go install my windows. Comment my story on my tagboard or else no updates :D

A little poem...

Topic kindly sponsored by Yvonne.

"The word 'Love'"
Eugene Koh

Four letters, so commonly seen,
Yet the geniuses couldn't explain.
One word, so usually heard,
All but a simple gesture, the word is heard.

How can one describe it?
Is it like electrons, moving across the body, tingling the senses,
Or is it the feeling of rush, that constant acceleration that whirls the mind,
Or the heart, pumping, racing, the body pumped with pleasure.

But the word, as simple as it sounds,
Brings with it a consequence of pain, if not dealt well,
Brings with it sorrow, if abused as in hell,
Brings with it punishment, for failure to reciprocate.

The word, love.

A Duet Poem...

It takes alot to write one okay... Appreciate it!

Hell and Love
Eugene Koh

1) Burning hot, these flames of fury,
These passions ignite my senses around me.
Like molten lava, flowing in snow,
I seek your cool, dense burrow.

2) Feeling cold, the shiver is sent,
The messenger of silence goes down the bend.
Like frozen ice, grappling the heat,
I seek your hot, passionate kiss.

1-2) It is hell and love together,
You and me forever,
The youth springs, the matured falls,
The summer winds and the winter halls.

1) The flames rises from the depths of hell,
But oh, senses of joy it arouses!
Those lips of your, burning like fire,
The sweetness of your lips, hell-laced desire.

2) The coolness of the wind caresses my cheek,
The leaves fall to mid-autumn springs.
But, as the rose starts to whither,
The pollen attracts the bees yonder.

1-2) It is hell and love together,
Your flames and my winds forever.
The northern winds blows towards the southern seas,
The eastern ships look for western glee.

It is hell and love, forever.

A/N: This is seriously my first "horny" poem. Dunno what's got into me today!

Choice...

Who knew a workshop can actually lift a person's spirits up and discard his emo-ness? Lols, now I'm back not emo. Yay!

Sheena's voice (the facilitator) keep repeating in my head. Just that one sentence, "Nothing right, nothing wrong." It is just a matter how it will come out to be. Choices that seems to be doomed may sometimes work out. Choices that seems likely to be successful may not work out. It's time I put that principle in my life...

I chose to be emo, nothing right, nothing wrong, but I choose to change it too.

I chose to be an authoritative figure. Nothing right, nothing wrong, but I chose to change as well.

I chose to hate Christianity. Nothing right, nothing wrong. But I choose to soften my stance as well.

Thanks to those who have supported me through the last few days when I was emo. You guys were great! Thanks!

Project Vibrant Colors 2

Oh dammit it's like just yesterday I'm giving up leadership positions for everything and today something about being a self-leader -.- Au Cotraire, fuck it? Never mind, it was fun anyway. I got to meet a nice Sikh guy (Hamid) from CCHYS, and a girl called Hui Yee (coincidentally) from RVHS (whoa). But it is like crap on public speaking which I definitely know and am used to, oh but let others have a chance. Hey, and please check out Doppelganger on my story blog, yea? Coz I think it is going quite well :D:D

Alright, its time I go. Bye.

I never thought... That I'll go insane... No matter what, I'll strive till the end...

Nobody cares... Anymore...

Hey man. Surprises around the corner just all the time, yea? Just yesterday I just gave myself a little shock. Huh. Yea, if I step up to be chairman almost everyone will quit. Fine man. I mean, it's not their fault, it's the really ambitious ideas of mine. And being angry just only makes me lose my mind and energy. That's why I didn't post chapter 3 yesterday (sorry, yiliang). Who cares about anything now? I'm not a responsible guy that you all know (since like when) anymore. I'm like gonna quit AVA, just slack through EDS and oh yea I'm retiring as a class chairman. Whoopee, so fun. Funny eh, to think I wanted gold-with-honors for EDS... now that is like, fuck it, I dun care.

Nobody cares... Anymore...

A little poem...

I should really relate my life into either stories or poems. Its more fun.

Russian Roulette
By Eugene Koh

One gun, one bullet, one chamber
The adrenaline rushes through me
One spin, one turn, one stop
The suspense is killin' me.

The gun, the bullet, the chamber
Weapons of disaster, yet now a hand-held game
The spin, the turn, the stop
The gambling roulette, my life's at stake

The gun points to my head:
Do I calculate my chances?
The spinning stops:
Do I show my fear?

One click, either wrong or right
But it is so fun, this game life
Like a cigarette, so slowly to die
And so slowly, do my fingers recline

Click.

A little poem...

A/N: It's like I write poems better than stories. So dammit here's the next one.

"Whatever"
By Eugene Koh

Whatever,
Who actually cares?

Anyone,
Or anybody, dares?

Whoever,
Would want to befriend me?

Somebody,
So close, yet so far.

Somewhere,
Where I can touch the stars.

Maybe,
If I turn, the clocks and time back.

Should be,
Quite possible to have Whatever back.

A little poem...

I must snap outta this emo feeling... It doesn't feel too good...

The Northern Lights
Eugene Koh

The lights of the North,
Hovering above my head.
I trudged through the deep snow,
The sun never setting.

Whether it is day, or night,
Whether the sun would want to take its flight,
I stand here, cold, shivering,
Yet under the serenity of the Northern Lights.

The mountains towered, the lakes froze,
I walked upon the hills, no grass, nor fawn.
But yet I felt truly happy, as I laid down for camp,
I saw the moon, the sun, the lights and stars again.

As I went to sleep, which I very nearly couldn't,
I was kept mesmerized by the lights, waving in the sky.
Were there my ancestors, were there my friends?
Were there all my lost memories that I want back?

Were there my dreams, my hopes, my future?
Were there my dignity, pride and honor?
I asked myself, over and over again,
Until snow fell, and my eyes closed again.

Who do you need... Who do you love... When you come undone?

I'm just really pissed and emo nowadays for no apparent reason. Gee, I just can't help thinking why the fuck so many people are ka-jiaoing me to go to church, attend an "interesting" sermon, get miracles this and that. Other than that, I feel pretty much fucked-up due to the fact that I realised I can't do much (Hey, surprise surprise!). I can't help falling in love with 3 girls. I can't make them like me back. I can't keep one of them, can't save another one of them, can't reach out to the other. I hate myself. I never saw this coming, that I'd see all the girls I like in dire situations: One drowned in studies, another drowned in sorrow, another drowned in luxury.

I'm going insane...

What? Give up on Drama? FUCK YOU!

My mother today like at dinner tell me all this shit about my talent in drama and oratory skills and what not, crap until I damned pissed but I kept quiet. Then suddenly WTF she came up with that fuck theory that one do drama is like dead road that people will get sick of you over time so I'd better be a reporter: WHAT THE FUCK!!?!? Gee, I hate her man. Trying to spoil my dream over something so small as money. What on earth does she know about life man? She thinks like whoa "my religion is great my life sucks you'd better take care of me when I'm old" like who the fuck cares man? So damn pissed with her, kay? Wa lao ei...