Turns out Convocation was kinda dull - speeches by some important people and presenting of scholarship awards to students. There were so many scholars - was like wondering how did a person like me managed to get in with my low grades. Heh maybe I like took the last vacancy or something. Anyway I'll post some photos here when I get them.
Found out that my OG mate Xiong Yew writes poems. His poems are dark and thought-provoking, somehow I seemed to connect with them. Take a look at his poems at http://mem.writing.com/main/view_item/user_id/aloneagain.
I used to write poems too. Back then composing was just so natural... effortlessly... something that was borne out of my heart and soul. Strangely now I have lost the ability to write anymore. The desire just isn't there anymore...
Here is a poem from Xiong Yew, titled 'Life Of Aloneagain'.
'Life Of Aloneagain'
Then I wake up......
Meaning of life,
drifting through me and passing me by,
I am lost......Why are we living in the first place to die?
For humans have spent years to decipher the plan of God,
only to die, to die and to die......
I saw people lying on the streets,
living on that thing in the syringes,
motionless, lifeless......
I saw people dying on their sick bed,
so young, so dead,so much they could have gone,
so little they have achieved.....
I saw her body lying on the floor,
torn apart, skull broken,
nothing left, absolutely nothing.......
What do we seek?
Wealth, success, pure happiness,
or the noble cause to make the world a better place?
Or......
for the people we love, who no longer exist?
I may cry, I am crying,I stop crying......
But we don't choose to live in the first place anyway......
How can we choose to die?
Cannot take the chance, may hurt others in the end......
Just carry on with a dying heart......
And smile......
Because in this way, only I myself will be hurt,nobody else......
everybody will be happy.....
damn happy.....
A living corpse, a heartless soul
You know... I really wanted the chance to write more to add onto that black book... Reflections...
Found out that my OG mate Xiong Yew writes poems. His poems are dark and thought-provoking, somehow I seemed to connect with them. Take a look at his poems at http://mem.writing.com/main/view_item/user_id/aloneagain.
I used to write poems too. Back then composing was just so natural... effortlessly... something that was borne out of my heart and soul. Strangely now I have lost the ability to write anymore. The desire just isn't there anymore...
Here is a poem from Xiong Yew, titled 'Life Of Aloneagain'.
'Life Of Aloneagain'
Then I wake up......
Meaning of life,
drifting through me and passing me by,
I am lost......Why are we living in the first place to die?
For humans have spent years to decipher the plan of God,
only to die, to die and to die......
I saw people lying on the streets,
living on that thing in the syringes,
motionless, lifeless......
I saw people dying on their sick bed,
so young, so dead,so much they could have gone,
so little they have achieved.....
I saw her body lying on the floor,
torn apart, skull broken,
nothing left, absolutely nothing.......
What do we seek?
Wealth, success, pure happiness,
or the noble cause to make the world a better place?
Or......
for the people we love, who no longer exist?
I may cry, I am crying,I stop crying......
But we don't choose to live in the first place anyway......
How can we choose to die?
Cannot take the chance, may hurt others in the end......
Just carry on with a dying heart......
And smile......
Because in this way, only I myself will be hurt,nobody else......
everybody will be happy.....
damn happy.....
A living corpse, a heartless soul
You know... I really wanted the chance to write more to add onto that black book... Reflections...