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post CAP syndrome, #2
I'm gonna have about 10, maybe. Haha. Until church camp, probably. Then it'll start to evolve into post church camp syndrome. Haha, nuts.

Zokay. Here are some of my favourite poems that I wrote during the camp :) I can't believe I REALLY started writing about SOCIAL ISSUES more than just personal stuff! Cool cool! :D And I'm currently working on a poem on my CAP experience as a whole. But I wrote for about an hour - 10 stanzas, and I got really REALLY tired so I'm just gonna continue it another day:) You'll see it soon. Yay:)


bothering bites
If I were to count
the number of red lumps
scattered over my limbs,
I might never stop.
Lumps that originate
from the source of a tiny dot
that gradually emerges into a mound.
With one pinch
out comes the lava
spilling over the sides.
Leaving behind a new dot -
larger, darker,
more biting pain.

Maybe it's not such a good idea to
make a mountain out of a molehill.

And maybe I'd rather not provoke my thoughts,
For the lava might overwhelm.


sea beauty
(inspired by geography)
The waves roll in,
strong, violent;
storming with a growing urge
to crash, splash, destroy.
Approaching, menacing,
and CRASH.
They break on the gradiented platform,
scooping the defenseless, minute
grains of sand,
swashing back into the sea;
sand being left behind as
that wave disappears,
and on comes another one.

The waves swirl in.
softly, gently;
water bobbing up and down
in endless mounds,
seemingly dancing to the
silently singing wind;
flowing slowly
and sneaking gifts onto the shore
as though afraid of recognition of good will.
Creeping swiftly away;
disappeared.

I stand on the bridge
watching, pondering;
drumming my fingers on the railing
as day finally slips into night.

If only we had the patience.


stop watching it slip by
She clomped around
in the size-9 slippers;
flip flop, flip flop,
gazing in the mirror at that little girl with big feet.
"Mummy, I want YOUR shoes!"

She stared dreamily at the classroom clock.
Fascinating.
A whole, complex concept
compressed into a circle
with 12 numbers and 3 sticks
circling round and round
and round.
5 4 3 2 1.
The bell!
And off the sticks went again.
She wondered what her mum was doing at the moment.

She watched the kids at the playground
gleefully clapping, laughing, playing
to their heart's content.
5 4 3 2 1.
"Ready or not, here I come!"
Her eyes reflected the coloiur of the grass
on which the bench stood.
As she ruffled her child's hair,
her mind played the scene
of that strand of hair
floating to the ground.

Fascinating.
A whole complex concept
just reduced to a
cycle in a circle.

Maybe you'd like for it to stop.
But it can't.
Won't you stop watching it slip by?


On a not-so-thoughtful-and-philosophical note [:)] ...

paperchase
you shove the 20-page think set of
handouts
into my unwilling hands;
dump the mountain-high pile of
worksheets
on my desk that is already diminishing in size;
prance around the classroom distributing
exam papers
as I groan in silent resignation.
my eyes scour the blur of words,
shift,
and lost they are.

so what?
where will all the paperwork lead me to?
couldn't you let me use my left hand instead?

(note: take note of the use of small letters :) )


university (as seen by a secondary school student visiting at camp)
these peach-coloured walls
bending inward to the front
khaki-brown table-seats
arranged in 6 neat rows
in this tiny, cosy,
confined space of a seminar room
and that bright green door
with its square peep-through window
an eye staring right across the room.

maroon-coloured chairs
ground to the splendidly red-carpeted floor
beginning at the left and circling round to
meet the stage on the right
black platform with
podium propped upright
standing tall for all its grandeur
rows of lights pasted on the ceiling
spilling over the seats and stage
a glowing beauty
in this theatrette, LT 13.

mirror, mirror on the wall
doubling the size of the dance theatre
wooden platform stinking of shoes
into grey , flat dance floor
on which pointed toes and light feet float
such a wide space for freedom of expression

looming glass doors
extending from ceiling to floor
cold, polished marble tiling (i think)
in the comfortable coolness of air-conditioning
outdoor amphi theatre
with plants all around
AS7, resembling an office tower.

still, the Central Library
tutorial rooms
dean's office
and the whole campus beyond the isolated Eusoff Hall
remain a mystery.

I'm sick of classrooms.



Yay! Done! I've got more actually. But they're unpolished. Haha.
TIRED. I thought of continuing my CAP poem but ah, no. No brain juice left:)

WOOHOOOOOOOOO I <3 CAP MAN! YAHOOOO :D
You should have seen me last night, with alina. I was DRUNK, jumping and dancing around. Hahahahaha. It's amusing how she blows her head off at her driver while he doesn't seem to care! Haha! FUNNNNNY:) I was really high almost every night. Hahahaha. ESP last night. Even pak and fadhly gave me weird looks like 10 times or so. Heehee haha hoho i'm high now:) Really high. My msn nick says: "
CAP <33333333 hahahahaahahahahahaahahahahahahahahhaa i'm so super high i'm scaring myself! XD"

Yayness. I'm going off soon. TATA!! (haha reminds me of the JC drama - "so tata for now!" hahahaha.)