A few poems...

Okay I posted these on Facebook and I didn't post them up here... Anyways I think these are my best ones so far... Enjoy! :D

Damned Be The Rain Of Morn

Damned be the rain of morn!
It eats up the morning moon.
Damned be the rain of morn!
The shrubs wither in the gloom.

The noon can't witness the bloom,
Of the trees, the bushes and the fruits.
Neither the night will prove it's cool,
Losing it's dance, the tango and the blue.

Blessed is the rain that comes late!
Allowing the morning glory!
Blessed is a wise decision of the rain,
To fall in late midday!

The morning will bloom in its pure white moon,
Midday the tress and the fruits.
Best of all is the night,
Which lingers a few, yet happy few,
The meaning of the blue.

Damned be those,
Who eats the pure white moon!

Eugene Koh

The Singing Streets

Whispers, whispers,
Down the cold, lonely alley,
Shivers, shivers,
Shush, away, away.

Sifting, sifting,
Harsh, cold rush,
The winds sweep through the alley,
Hush, hush.

Singing, singing,
The streets are singing,
"We are the lonely, we are the lonely"
Singing, singing.

Eugene Koh

An ill-defined day...

MC today...

Let's see...

Should be my second MC for 4 years liao.

Oh well. XD

Woke up.

Used computer.

Went to get MC.

Read the Chinese book.

Well blogged.

...

Nothing else.

Yea.

中正人

Today I came back from ethnic clothing searching and StarBucks slacking with Lumpy...

Reached Punggol station, I just missed the LRT.

Then in the LRT I saw 2 CCHMS juniors.

They smiled and tried to wave at me.

It is precisely at that point I finally got the meaning of being a 中正人

Our uniform is indeed distinct from other schools.

Yea yea other schools have metal buttons too.

But our school is the only school which has the plain white design of our uniform.

Plain white, red name tag, 7 metal buttons.

That is the tradition.

That is what makes us, 中正人

Damn...

Today in English class...

Saw a scene of The Hurt Locker...

This suicide terrorist changed his mind and decided against blowing himself up.

But it was too late.

5 locks on him needed at least 20 minutes to be dealt with.

He had 5 minutes.

Most of the time was spent on lots of shouting.

We as humans err on the side of caution. If we didn't err on that side of caution we would have saved pretty much time.

He just blew up...

Damn traumatised...

Why do all good things...

... Come to an end? :(

Today was like the last session of EDS.

Let me compare it to my first session.

First session: Air con, dunno a lot of seniors, messy room, but full of warmth and passion for drama.

Last session: No air con, dunno quite a bit of the juniors, still messy room and still full of warmth and passion for drama.

I can never forget the four years guys... It was the most memorable time I ever had...

I can't say much, but the night before, I was dreaming about EDS. It wasn't in the EDS room I know, it was somewhere else, somewhere I know I will see in the near future. I remember a dancer, I remember a performer. But the one thing they had in common was the EDS spirit... That unexplainable spirit... That differentiates us from others yet bonds us together...

The EDS spirit.

EDS...

Yep...

It's is nearing the last session of EDS for me...

I can even smell it closer...

Yesterday I looked at the EDS room.

It held most of my memories that I have in Chung Cheng.

I could still hear the great "ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT, PROUD TITANIA!"

I can hear Susan jumbling up Shakespeare for us.

I can hear Fanny's over-exaggerated actions.

I can even faintly hear Jacelyn going through lines over and over again.

I can picture a Sec 1 guy lying down on the floor and shouting at the ceiling.

Four years...