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蒙面人[独出心裁之标新立异]FORSAKEN's Placid contempt Life is not a race,but a pace

Thursday, April 05, 2007

This is the start of a new approach I'm taking : the conventional one, which does not seem so conventional yet again because all along I've been taking the path less travelled. In simple terms,I'm conforming to the norm.Fitting in.Whatever you may want to term it.Let me start off with my new-found panache,a fresh take at writing.If you break it down,it's essentially poems interspersed with prose.Hope my message gets across.


Hopes, dreams and the shaky vision of a magnificient future.

It is easy to say that hard work guarantees results and success, but who is to ensure this is upheld every now and then?A Levels is drawing near,Prelims is drawing near,JCT is drawing near,I haven't had MCT- the official one I mean.Where do I stand?My resolution is visibly shaken as the days pass,and this is exacerbated by the fact that my mum has been out of sorts lately.A drunkard,an alcoholic,a compulsive gambler...every behaviour and action that points to an image of a failing parent.

A Chinese mantra, an equivalent of "where there's a will, there's a way".

I am sick of the life I'm leading.I wish this all to be a dream.A conscious one.So that I can quit it,can erase all the blemishes,go backwards and start my introductory paragraph beautifully.Maybe some people may say,"it's alright Alex, you get to learn through the obstacles and hurdles you surmount in life so that you can become a better and stronger person".Now I've found the answer to this.GET THIS CLEAR.You ain't me.You have no idea what sort of a living hell I am enduring day in day out,so please don't get on my nerves by spouting such nonsensical,in fact farcical stuffs to me.Indeed it is easy to advise,but hard to administer it.I don't blame you,the people whom may or may not truly mean what you say,but I just want the message to be clear: You're not in my shoes,you will never experience the avalanche of emotions in putting that bare foot beneath.

The shoes do not fit, they are not meant to fit,to be fit for me

Worse still,this ain't a pair of shoes that can be replaced

This pair is my world, my life

One that wears me out,upside down

As I am wearing it, and I hope for the shoes to tear

And wish that heavens rain grace on me to get a new pair

I promise to deliver.I shall start on my routine now.I won't disappoint myself.I shall subvert the smirks that you are endowing on me,and return it with a constipated smile to you next time.So wait.Don't run away.I have my eyes fixed on you.I am after you.Yes, you.My satisfaction.

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