the mellow slumber

sleep has never came this quickly,
yet tonight it came stealthily and silently,
slowly breaking down my concentration.

my vision is flickering,
sleep and consciousness entwining,
the mellow sleep is calling.

yet a part of me keeps me awake,
when i've already seen a snow flake,
surely this is no hallucination?

no one knows what will happen to them when neglecting sleep;
taking extreme care to avoid counting sheep,
while my eyelids are falling.

what's this?
what sweet darkness this is;
sleep has never came this quickly.

by Derek
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haha.
got slightly emotional,
so i decided to write a poem about my current desire for some shut eye.
didn't get to really sleep during the band camp 2 days ago.
and it didn't help when there's a band practice this morning.
but i enjoyed it.
it's a fuzzy warm feeling that keeps on growing,
whether fatigued or energised.
ahhh, the joy in simplicity of vagueness~

busy week

blogging now because i'm so freaking bored.
it's not like there's much to do anyway.
but this week's a busy one.
keeps me occupied, at least.

noorul's birthday party(yesterday)

went to noorul's bday party yesterday

lots of food and cake were consumed.

me wolfing down a slice of cake

nothing really much happened,

and this was the only pic i found that no posing of any sort was done by me.

thus i posted it...because i find unprepared poses more interesting^^

lol^^

gimmie one more!

i feel pretty lame starting like this.
especially that the title is taken from a commercial.
so LAME to me.
down to one more MCQ paper(yays).
buying clothes tomorrow(yays x2).
so now, i'm pretty hyper.
and i need to pratise playing that trumpet!
got an audition on friday...
so i guess the pressure's still on for this week for me.
unlike the other guys and girls.
who can relax their asses off .
which reminds me, i still have yet yet to get noorul her present.
oh yeah, it's fiona's bday today.
happy bday to her i guess.

"the inevitable" mrash up with "nothing"

here i am,
in front of my computer at 10 30 pm,
with nothing much to mime.

what of words?
nothing of fireballs and swords,
thus a poem.

the 'O's are coming to an end,
yet it seems like a evergrowing trend,
to be ever so bored.

excitement, you ask?
a word so foreign like an elephant's tusk,
never seen it.

so here i sit,
bored to tears as i type it,
a poem to express my tedium.

who am i to complain,
to say that my life's so very plain?
nothing will be heard anyway.

a boy awaiting the inevitable,
what will happen to him while he sits at his table?
nothing, i say, nothing at all.

eh?

HAH.
now the 'o's are down to 1 major paper.
so now i'm slacking a bit.
as well as reading something.
and chat with people.
hyped up.
hope that feeling doesn't vanish.