Emotions

Life.
comprises of all these feelings and expressions.

Rage, Fury, Wrath.
Anger beyond control.

Dishearten, Discourage, Dispirit.
Loss beyond hope.

Elated, Estatic, Euphoric.
happiness beyond words.

Buttery feelings that make us smile.
Bitterness that clamps our heart.
Sourness when jealousy strikes.
Confidence that makes us smirk.
And, Hurt that sheds tears.

At times when these emotions attack us,
it sucks us deep and hangs on like a leech.
We tug, and we lug, but if refuses to release.

so we.....
Burn, Blaze, set on fire
Scratch, Scrape, and rub away
Weep, Whimper, and cry if off
Slap, Smack, hit unconscious.

and try our every means to free ourselves from these emotions.

The Hourglass of Friendship

An hour glass stood on the rack.
it was positioned at eye-level, aside with a clutter of objects.
it was within sight, but not attention grabbing.

a person walked into the store,
picks up the hourglass,
tilts it over, and placed it back on the rack.
Letting the sand grains sip through time.

the hour glass stood as it is,
abiding its duty,
as it slips off with time...

the hourglass measured 2 years with the last grain that flowed down to the bottom of the glass.
And along with the last grain,
came the emptiness of the glass.

Much as it wishes to fulfil its duty,
it would not be capable to...

the clocks adjacent with the hour glass,
ticked past with time and emptiness.
One tick...2 ticks...3 ticks.. until the counts were lost.
and the hourglass stood with despair.

the door swung open,
it was the exact person that entered the store 2 years ago.

the person glanced around at the shop,
and was reminded of the hourglass.
She walked towards it..
but gave a heavy sigh,
dissapointed that the beautiful scene of the sand grains sipping through
was no longer present.

Unaware that,
she has to continue to tilt the hourglass over,
to view of the beautiful scene she hopes for,
as the hourglass cannot do this by itself....




-15nov06

Riddle

Haha... 1st riddle i EVER create.. make a guess...
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it melts like butter when touched.
cold and frozen when left alone.
warm and fuzzy when given a hug.
broken and shattered when dropped.
functions as 1.
develops as 2.
destructs as 3.
it can be sweet,bitter and sour, but never salty.
both soft and hard it can be.


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ans: HEART

walking in the rain...

I walked on,
The road was quiet and calm,
it acted as my path...
The cool rain droplets drift past me
and some landed on my face.
Looking up,
I caught sight of the street lamp,
lighting up the soft movement & sway of the rain drops.
The drops were so gentle,
like snow upon the earth..
I did not feel cold,
nor alone,
but warmth,
joy, and relaxed
was I...


6th feb 2006-walking in the rain with my dear friend

29th may

i juz quit my job... catching up on some rest and heading on to setting up a small business wif my Sista! mixed feelings now.. a little scared cos i have no savings, no income... tired but feel relaxed cos, rest is coming!... excited abt the stall but also not knowing how long it would take b4 the stall will be set up...
but overall feeling rather tired.. i was reading my previous posts, the one on "ice-cream".. LOL..after reading my own post, i feel like rushing down to get a tub of my fave ice-cream--> ben and Jerry's!!! hope that tt will really cherr me up =P

The Painter

mind's a blank... wonders...drifts..
questions abt ownself, runs through my mind..
Its scary when u think that u know yourself the best,
But yet rebuked by others..
Its when a painter paints a picture of itself in,frames it, and displays it,
The painter than stands in front of the picture, looked on, and smiled, knowing that the picture is exactly what it
wanted to portray..
On-lookers walked past, looked at the picture, and turn to the painter to say that
the title " Me, I,"huiyin" does not fit the picture..
The on-lookers described how the picture should looked like according to the title..
The painter understands, but feels confused..
How does the painter paint a picture which he does not have a clear image of in his mind, and how does the previous image of the painting be erased of and painted over in the mind, just like that?


-as im typing this, the radio plays on the song "take it slow....take it sl..oo..w..ooo..cos we are ordinary ppl, take its low,this time we take it slow"

should it be this way? take it slow?
i wonder...

Now..

I thirst,
walked towards the table...
There stood a wine glass and a Mug
The Mug, was unpolished, stable and able to hold alot of water
The wine Glass, was sparkling,romantic,tempting
I drank from the mug, the water was plentiful but it was cloudy
The wine glass only allowed me to sip a few mouthfuls from it,
the liquid wine that i tasted was sweet to taste but lingers with a tint of bitterness..
I took both,
walked towards the tap,
and washed them clean.
I Placed out my joined palms and scooped a handful of water from the tap
And realised that the mug and the glass was not nessesary.
Drinking from my own scooped hands was all i need

THE Leaf

This leaf,The leaf,Singular leaf,
Grew and attached to a tree,
taking its root on it.
It sways with the wind,
Glitters with the break of light at dawn,
And wiggles with the sweet chirping of the birds..
This Tree, The tree,
was abundant with leaves day by day,
and slowly took less and less notice of That leaf.
Spring,Summer,Autumn,Winter
The seasons came and the seasons went.
The leaves grew, blossomed,died, and fell.
Yet this leaf,
Held on strong with its roots,
Never leaving the tree.
Autumn and winter brought along the loss and balding of the tree,
But at the corner end, the leaf stood.
Spring and Summer came,
New leaves grew again,
overtaking the branches of the tree,
Covering the sight of the leaf.
Yet, there it still stood...
Seasons came and seasons went again,
Until finally,
The leaf could no longer hold on with its frail roots,
deprived of attention and nourishment from the tree.
It let go of its clench,
Drift with the light Sneeze of the wind
and fell to the ground.
Till the wind blows,
lifting it up into the air,flying
on its path of freedom.
Alone, but Free

so near yet so far

Near, but far
look in front of u,
u see a picture of the sky and the earth within ur view..
Close ur eyes,
u feel the wind blow against u,
and sounds from all around u drifts into ur ears..
U feel it,
U feel that this is real,
this that u see is true as u can feel it as well...
But.... the heart feels very deep,
for it noe that near as the sky & earth may seem,
they are miles and miles apart..
Even if the sky wishes to reach the earth,
it could never,
and it tears its rain upon the earth,
the only way to reach it

Day Dreaming~

I tilt my head towards the sky,
Sparrows diving through the air, merrily.
Clouds shifting ever so, gently.
A comforting glow strikes onto my face, warmly.
I lifted a smile across my face,
And inhaled a lung full of fresh life,
Routing through my body.
Having stepped out of a confined darkness and pessimism,
into the embrace of light, hope, nature and refreshness,
Fills me with passion,
and punched me dizzy with an intoxicating happiness
I am in this soft green field, skipping merrily, chasing after butterflies, smiling silly to myself with clouds floating pass me like cotton candy..
"Woo! Woo! Wait a moment!"
I shook my head,
The train came to a screeching halt in front of me.
I coughed out a laugh at myself,
Such a fantasy on such a bright early morning

here's one on ICE-CREAm

i want my life to be like....
ICE-CREAM!!
twirly whirly swirls
of creamy thick burstful of flavour,
that dissolves right away when gulp into the mouth by the immediate urge of gluttony.
ice- cream is such a amazing and magical food!
have it original, with the bold taste of vanilla,
fully appreciating the works of scrapping the vanilla beans and twirling it into the mixture
load it with a splash of liquer and handful of fruits, and a flavour of rum and raisin is conjured,
mix it with banana chunks and chocolate bits, and you can even name it Chunky Monkey for all you want!
change it from white to brown,to purple to even rainbow, and practically any fun-filled colourful shades with any edible ingredients you can find,
and make sure it is ingredients can be swallowed!
this explains why ice-cream is loved, and adored by all ages, its just too hard to resist!
an advertisement for the amazing benefits and description would read as this:
"are you bored about life?, feeling all dull and oozy?
"INTRODUCING..... the...ICE-CREAM!!"
@_@ wooo~!!!
what's an ice-cream?
firstly, it is this pure,thick,creamy mixture..
audiences:"woo~~"
WAIT!!! but that's not all!!
are you a Creator?
if not, CREATE!!!
come over here, let me show you...
marshmallows, chocolate, strawberries,jelly beans, peanut butter, caramel, cheesecake, green tea..
ANYTHING!!anything at all! just throw it in!
mix and mix the ingredients around...
vioooa laaa!!! here you have it!
your own Divine creation*tthhingg*
but, hold on hold on! dun be impatient,
its time to name it!
look at mine, i have added strawberry,blueberry,blackberry and sprinkle with pork floss!!!
It shall be called "berry hairy!!!"
come! dun be timid, dun be shy,
making ice-cream is all about "EXPLORATION!!"
be bold, be daring, you never know till you try!

Yes indeed,
this would be how i would advertise and introduce ice-cream as..
hee, i just want life to be fun, surprising and tasteful!

this was actually a poem written to encourage my friend when he was facing some probs in his relationship

Sow and Reap

There was a farmer,
Old and frail he was,
He has a small plot of land,
Which was not even worth the title of a farm
The land was dry, infertile, dead
People walked past and just shook their heads at the scene..
The old farmer however,
Took his only tool, a rake,
And with water, went to rake the soil little by little each day
Until the day the soil was soft enough,
He planted his first seeds..
Again, he took patience, time and effort,
Day by day,
Each day with less food grains remaining..
Yet he stayed on and did not give up..
Finally, the seeds grew and out came the strong bold wheat stalks swaying with the wind…

Time, effort, and patience was what he took..
The theory applies for everything in life…
Life is sweet because of the bitterness at start..
Life and love is not a bed of flowers,
But it’s whether u chose to plant them yourself