有一种痛，
隐隐发骚，
奄奄一息。
有一种冷漠，
不是干脆，
只是纯粹、潇洒。
有一种思念，
无地自容、
无法自拔。
"Misery of Silent"
Who can listen to my sorrows?
#1 Life is joy
#2 Life Driver
#3 The missing part
#4 My longing
#5 杀气
#6 The past with the souls
#7 'Ibuku'
#8 寻找遗失の月亮
#9 End of the School Year
#10 传奇
#11 The Street*
#12 Unspoken Love
#13 Balloon
#14 The words
#15 昔日
#16 History of 4S1
#17 我愿
#18 有一种
Who can listen to my sorrows?
#1 Life is joy
#2 Life Driver
#3 The missing part
#4 My longing
#5 杀气
#6 The past with the souls
#7 'Ibuku'
#8 寻找遗失の月亮
#9 End of the School Year
#10 传奇
#11 The Street*
#12 Unspoken Love
#13 Balloon
#14 The words
#15 昔日
#16 History of 4S1
#17 我愿
#18 有一种
#17 我愿
我愿做一位普通人士，
只要能与语言高唱。
我愿一个人高飞，
只要能在天空的某一处
看见自己翱翔起飞。
我愿重来没有遇见，
只要我不在孤僻·冷落，
只要我还在展燕。
我愿不再做任何选择，
只要不再伤害
人类脆弱的羽翅。
我愿隔空一切，
只要受得住人云亦云，
我还能逍遥自在。
我愿人是隐形人，
无意有意的攻击
我都不会任受摆布和退缩。
我愿是个不耀眼的钻石，
只要磨出来的是可贵
是真实。
我愿只要看过这一切，
我高尚的心灵不再迟疑，
我可重的自尊不再留白，
我真恳的祝福不再冷落。
只要能与语言高唱。
我愿一个人高飞，
只要能在天空的某一处
看见自己翱翔起飞。
我愿重来没有遇见，
只要我不在孤僻·冷落，
只要我还在展燕。
我愿不再做任何选择，
只要不再伤害
人类脆弱的羽翅。
我愿隔空一切，
只要受得住人云亦云，
我还能逍遥自在。
我愿人是隐形人，
无意有意的攻击
我都不会任受摆布和退缩。
我愿是个不耀眼的钻石，
只要磨出来的是可贵
是真实。
我愿只要看过这一切，
我高尚的心灵不再迟疑，
我可重的自尊不再留白，
我真恳的祝福不再冷落。
#16 History of 4S1
We had traveled with time,
occupied with intelligence and adventurous;
together -
exploring the mystery of our friendship journey.
We experienced a lot of precious moment, and
discovered a lot of undiscovered.
This is 4S1 in Nimbus Two Thousand Nine,
the burning and flaming phoenix
staying alive in yesterday's memory,
our past is history -
the unbeatable and unbreakable spirit
that holds our soul vividly and lively,
the living legend!
occupied with intelligence and adventurous;
together -
exploring the mystery of our friendship journey.
We experienced a lot of precious moment, and
discovered a lot of undiscovered.
This is 4S1 in Nimbus Two Thousand Nine,
the burning and flaming phoenix
staying alive in yesterday's memory,
our past is history -
the unbeatable and unbreakable spirit
that holds our soul vividly and lively,
the living legend!
P/s: 'Nimbus Two Thousand Nice' LOL! If you read Harry Potter, you might find out. Haha~ I'd gathered many photos of our classmates throughout the year to make a class video. Of course, I have this very idea of creativity since January. There is one thing I want to declare, yes, I'm so determined to make a video for my class because I was so impressed and I saw our seniors had a video for themselves. Support them! :D
Also, do view our videos too!^^
|Part 1| Part 2|
Also, do view our videos too!^^|Part 1| Part 2|
#15 昔日
对着那熟悉的花朵放空，
它是如此清香，
如此怀念。
有些事情我不想解释，
尝试去克服
却认为一切已淡化。
从前的友谊
不再盛开，
不再飘香；
它渐渐枯萎、
凋谢。
而我却看着花瓣
慢慢坠地，
不想出声。
昔日的阳光不再灿烂，
云朵不再留白，
花儿不再奔放。
来匆匆、去匆匆
横刀闪电划过，
碎了。
把这一切置放在深处的角落，
自己承担，
秘密永远会存在，
选择不告诉，
因为不想伤害。
P/s: Sorry, this was specially to someone, but I wanted to keep it deep inside my heart, nobody will know, I want to carry this secret myself...
它是如此清香，
如此怀念。
有些事情我不想解释，
尝试去克服
却认为一切已淡化。
从前的友谊
不再盛开，
不再飘香；
它渐渐枯萎、
凋谢。
而我却看着花瓣
慢慢坠地，
不想出声。
昔日的阳光不再灿烂，
云朵不再留白，
花儿不再奔放。
来匆匆、去匆匆
横刀闪电划过，
碎了。
把这一切置放在深处的角落，
自己承担，
秘密永远会存在，
选择不告诉，
因为不想伤害。
P/s: Sorry, this was specially to someone, but I wanted to keep it deep inside my heart, nobody will know, I want to carry this secret myself...
#14 The words
Talking solemnly to the papers.
It happened.
The words, recorded.
Listen, nothing more.
The atmosphere
with appiration of images,
engulfed the room
silently.
It happened.
The words, recorded.
Listen, nothing more.
The atmosphere
with appiration of images,
engulfed the room
silently.
#13 Balloon
Every moment I spool back over
the conversation;
maybe you never realized,
it does mean a sharp knife
that has been plunged into my heart.
You toughen the sharp,
blanken my mind.
It does the first time I feel myself
very fragile.
Of course you don't know;
I'm meant to bury myself
in some obscure corners; that no one
could ever recognized.
My thought couldn't bounce away
from your laughter spoke of sarcasm.
I can feel the thick air of mortification
that soften my heart,
worsen my thoughts.
The feeling creeps over me.
I'm having a hard time
to hold my tears,
to take back my nobleness.
Emotion swelling in me like a balloon.
How could I control my feeling?
the conversation;
maybe you never realized,
it does mean a sharp knife
that has been plunged into my heart.
You toughen the sharp,
blanken my mind.
It does the first time I feel myself
very fragile.
Of course you don't know;
I'm meant to bury myself
in some obscure corners; that no one
could ever recognized.
My thought couldn't bounce away
from your laughter spoke of sarcasm.
I can feel the thick air of mortification
that soften my heart,
worsen my thoughts.
The feeling creeps over me.
I'm having a hard time
to hold my tears,
to take back my nobleness.
Emotion swelling in me like a balloon.
How could I control my feeling?
P/s: 'How could I control my feeling?' If I wanted to cry, I'd cry; if I wanted to laugh, I'd laugh out loud - I'm not PRO at suppressing and covering my expressions, perhaps this is what people often say - low EQ!
This was a poem written after the 'incident'. It was after Miss Sherena Lee had distributed our Mid-term(?) English Paper, unluckily I got 79%!! Teacher said if anyone wanted to add mark please go for her and so many people went in front and asked for mark and WHY is it when it was my turn and he suddenly shot me an irritated look?! He said something like ehhhhhwhy you want to add mark, we should gain the mark off our own bat!
Blimey. With a sudden humiliation, I straight off to the toilet and cried so badly - eyes swelling, my cornea turned red, eye bag appeared, nose turned red, cheeks turned pinkish (which I think I looked quite beautiful in front of the mirror^^) - even Divyya(?) asked what was going wrong, your eye is swelling! For one thing, I cried is not because of failed to get 1 mark, it's because I felt HUMILIATED, I hate boy speaks to me in an angry and unfriendly tone. For another, he was so right after all, I should have gained something with my own success, own power. So I felt ashamed of myself. Still, it's quite sad to think back, maybe he never realized it...
This was a poem written after the 'incident'. It was after Miss Sherena Lee had distributed our Mid-term(?) English Paper, unluckily I got 79%!! Teacher said if anyone wanted to add mark please go for her and so many people went in front and asked for mark and WHY is it when it was my turn and he suddenly shot me an irritated look?! He said something like ehhhhhwhy you want to add mark, we should gain the mark off our own bat!
Blimey. With a sudden humiliation, I straight off to the toilet and cried so badly - eyes swelling, my cornea turned red, eye bag appeared, nose turned red, cheeks turned pinkish (which I think I looked quite beautiful in front of the mirror^^) - even Divyya(?) asked what was going wrong, your eye is swelling! For one thing, I cried is not because of failed to get 1 mark, it's because I felt HUMILIATED, I hate boy speaks to me in an angry and unfriendly tone. For another, he was so right after all, I should have gained something with my own success, own power. So I felt ashamed of myself. Still, it's quite sad to think back, maybe he never realized it...
#12 Unspoken Love
The secrets,
I whispered to you;
shouldn't you reveal, or
shall I reserve it to myself.
You looked just as well
a nice man.
When you turned into another face,
you looked just so strange.
And I always realize
the feeling is always gone.
I know,
I shall not expect any
perpetuity; nor to care of any
possibility.
I'm suffocated;
not at the corner, but
in front of you.
Our friendship shattered,
I cannot believe you.
I whispered to you;
shouldn't you reveal, or
shall I reserve it to myself.
You looked just as well
a nice man.
When you turned into another face,
you looked just so strange.
And I always realize
the feeling is always gone.
I know,
I shall not expect any
perpetuity; nor to care of any
possibility.
I'm suffocated;
not at the corner, but
in front of you.
Our friendship shattered,
I cannot believe you.
P/s: This was my sudden swelling of emotion to certain someone. What to say - was I loyal? or was I being too stubborn and too stupid? Okok, don't misunderstand, but until Form 3 mid-year, I was so disgusted with his behavior, act cool act smart ~.~ (I'm speaking the truth so let's not care about anything). But now nothing and no feeling at all, good friend I supposed =D
Something happened in Form 4, and it's a long story to tell but what I want to say is, after the incident, I burst into tears - from the school ended till late at night. The way he insulted me made me feel ashamed, mortified and helpless. Haiz... I thought I would not talk to him for ever, but time is the best healer, it healed my wound, so it's ok now :) Instead, we're very good friend.
Something happened in Form 4, and it's a long story to tell but what I want to say is, after the incident, I burst into tears - from the school ended till late at night. The way he insulted me made me feel ashamed, mortified and helpless. Haiz... I thought I would not talk to him for ever, but time is the best healer, it healed my wound, so it's ok now :) Instead, we're very good friend.
#11 The Street
That night,
dark clouds were brooding
over the street.
So dark, so quiet.
In mortal loneliness,
I let my shadow followed,
close beyond my foot pace.
I heard the wind blew,
the leaves were spinning and whirling
in the air.
And then I ----
I eavesdroped the whispering of
the moon and the stars
which lied far beyond the sky.
At one fall swoop,
darkness engulfed the street.
Entirely.
I bottled up my feeling, as I knew
I was still alone,
in the street.
@Poem is right reserved.
Published on School Magazine 2009.
dark clouds were brooding
over the street.
So dark, so quiet.
In mortal loneliness,
I let my shadow followed,
close beyond my foot pace.
I heard the wind blew,
the leaves were spinning and whirling
in the air.
And then I ----
I eavesdroped the whispering of
the moon and the stars
which lied far beyond the sky.
At one fall swoop,
darkness engulfed the street.
Entirely.
I bottled up my feeling, as I knew
I was still alone,
in the street.
@Poem is right reserved.
Published on School Magazine 2009.
#10 传奇
调皮--- 这个专长非我妹妹莫属。
她就是红孩儿，
擅长喷火，
还可以把孙悟空的双眼给弄瞎呢！
我大弟是魔牛王。
很冲动、很鲁莽。
不过，
他跟我小弟一样老实可靠。
小弟是沙憎噢！
白骨精、蜈蚣精
你们别想打沙憎的主意！
我姐是个巴焦扇，
肯定把你们给吹到千里之外！
小龙女和琵琶精是蜘蛛精的好姊妹呢！
嫦娥姑娘、
猪巴戒、
小葫芦、
唐三藏...
七十二变！
你又是我神话故事里的谁？
她就是红孩儿，
擅长喷火，
还可以把孙悟空的双眼给弄瞎呢！
我大弟是魔牛王。
很冲动、很鲁莽。
不过，
他跟我小弟一样老实可靠。
小弟是沙憎噢！
白骨精、蜈蚣精
你们别想打沙憎的主意！
我姐是个巴焦扇，
肯定把你们给吹到千里之外！
小龙女和琵琶精是蜘蛛精的好姊妹呢！
嫦娥姑娘、
猪巴戒、
小葫芦、
唐三藏...
七十二变！
你又是我神话故事里的谁？
P/s: I LOVE this one too!! I love this story this fiction so much! so damn much! I remember when I was young, I love the spider girl, she's so gorgeous and pretty^^ plus the power she has is very special on her own. I'm the spider girl lalalala but I dislike spider in real life o.o
#9 End of the School Year
The ends of the school day,
nothing is seemed to be unforgettable.
Little friends come,
little memory it becomes.
Ending of the school time,
left the CHONG
eating chips in a classroom.
While the most satisfying is
the year ends like this.
Nothing to be pleased about,
nothing to be thought about,
nothing to be missed about.
My heart will be less pain
for the passing time,
for the past memories.
Time has ticked by.
Lost time is never found.
nothing is seemed to be unforgettable.
Little friends come,
little memory it becomes.
Ending of the school time,
left the CHONG
eating chips in a classroom.
While the most satisfying is
the year ends like this.
Nothing to be pleased about,
nothing to be thought about,
nothing to be missed about.
My heart will be less pain
for the passing time,
for the past memories.
Time has ticked by.
Lost time is never found.
P/s: I also can't quite recall the feeling. I just know that was the last day in Form 3, and the CHONG, or I'd prefer, the MEAN sisters took a lot of photos in every corner of the school. I forgot where my friends had gone, still - got my sisters there! =DDD
#8 寻找遗失の月亮
乌云密布，
月光未了，
嫦娥奔月，
猪八戒的牵挂，
谁能体会？
月亮远挂天际，
我们对它的思念，
谁能找回？
黑色的月亮，
无光无魅，
是月神中毒？
还是嫦娥被捕？
月亮的遗失，
没有了光线的界搁，
牛郎和织女今夕能再相聚？
星光闪烁，
灯光一划，
散了乌云，
走了密布，
起舞弄轻影，
何似在人间。
月光未了，
嫦娥奔月，
猪八戒的牵挂，
谁能体会？
月亮远挂天际，
我们对它的思念，
谁能找回？
黑色的月亮，
无光无魅，
是月神中毒？
还是嫦娥被捕？
月亮的遗失，
没有了光线的界搁，
牛郎和织女今夕能再相聚？
星光闪烁，
灯光一划，
散了乌云，
走了密布，
起舞弄轻影，
何似在人间。
P/s: I love this one! LOVE LOVE LOVE! Actually for many times, I think I've so much potential and creativity inside myself xD So when it's time to show, I will dig them out! Almighty Mean Shan! Haha
#7 'Ibuku'
Ibuku yang mulia,
sanggup beilau berkorban demiku.
Namun aku tak sanggup
melihat beliau menderita.
Ibuku yang rajin,
sanggup beliau menatang minyak penuh
demi keselesaan hidupku.
Ibuku bagaikan matahari,
sanggup beliau menyinarkan kehidupanku,
demi hala tuju masa depanku.
Ibuku,
memberi erti kehidupan kepadaku,
sanggup aku berkorban demimu,
kerana engkaulah
ibuku yang mulia.
sanggup beilau berkorban demiku.
Namun aku tak sanggup
melihat beliau menderita.
Ibuku yang rajin,
sanggup beliau menatang minyak penuh
demi keselesaan hidupku.
Ibuku bagaikan matahari,
sanggup beliau menyinarkan kehidupanku,
demi hala tuju masa depanku.
Ibuku,
memberi erti kehidupan kepadaku,
sanggup aku berkorban demimu,
kerana engkaulah
ibuku yang mulia.
P/s: A Malay poem specially for my mother. This was my FIRST ever time writing a Malay one! That was when my Form 3 Malay teacher asked us to write a poem to our mother. I can still remember that time Anis wrote a very loooooooooooong poem. As for me, I'd rather short with simple vocabulary but meaningful one! William Shakespeare also wrote super long poem with deep meaning inside, need some time to figure it out @@''
#6 The past with the souls
Whenever I look through your eyes,
I wish so much
to share everything of mine
with you.
But finding,
the passing of time,
the lost of conversations,
the wilt of morning glory,
have made a demarcation between us.
You're just sitting next to me,
though no connection of line,
it satisfies me so much,
and you mean so much to me.
The day arrives,
I will hold your hand,
bring you to the past,
digging back our memories,
and let you know
you're someone special
you mean so much to me.
An irreplaceable friend,
the memories,
the past with the souls,
you are.
I wish so much
to share everything of mine
with you.
But finding,
the passing of time,
the lost of conversations,
the wilt of morning glory,
have made a demarcation between us.
You're just sitting next to me,
though no connection of line,
it satisfies me so much,
and you mean so much to me.
The day arrives,
I will hold your hand,
bring you to the past,
digging back our memories,
and let you know
you're someone special
you mean so much to me.
An irreplaceable friend,
the memories,
the past with the souls,
you are.
P/s: Specially to my special and historical friend, Pamela Quek. There is one thing I have to admit - I'm a verryyyy jealousy and greedy girl! I want to have a friend on my own! Not sharing with anyone, not letting her to join the other group. I was like that since I was in kindergarden, just like what people often say, this showed that I'm afraid of being alone. It's quite true sometime, but I'm learning to be independent now, have everything solved on my own.
#5 杀气
倚在窗边，
仰望着天，
那蓝如水的天空，
暖如泉的太阳
照在脸上，
鸟儿开心地吱叫在那。
突然，
那桀骜的地壳弟弟
连同死神的呵护，
那桀骜的地壳弟弟
连同死神的呵护，
展开新一悸的杀戮。
一杀
血泊染红了地界，
让四川灾民
再也见不到天空，
再也见不到天空，
再也感受不到阳光。
P/s: That time tsunami hit the planet, meanwhile we'd been told by Chinese teacher to write a poem (random subject) and later who wrote the best one would be published on School Magazine. Luck me - mine had been choosen, but I didn't see my work on the magazine there. Thinking back, I'm still feeling a sudden surge of humiliation and guess what - my work is not being appreciated.
Still, I love this poem very much! Overwhelming, roaring, crushing the land, destroying them... can you feel something in there?
P/s: That time tsunami hit the planet, meanwhile we'd been told by Chinese teacher to write a poem (random subject) and later who wrote the best one would be published on School Magazine. Luck me - mine had been choosen, but I didn't see my work on the magazine there. Thinking back, I'm still feeling a sudden surge of humiliation and guess what - my work is not being appreciated. Still, I love this poem very much! Overwhelming, roaring, crushing the land, destroying them... can you feel something in there?
#4 My Longing
Windmail,
Maybe it means nothing to you,
represents my life towards a peaceful era.
Maybe it means nothing to you,
but it's like the way of life I used to longing.
I want my home with windmail beside,
flowers blossom,
fruits around,
river flowing,
cows living happily.
In the day of summer,
Doesn't it really good to share my life with her?
When back to home,
In the day of summer,
sitting in the chair
under a shady tree,
and started chit-chatting with my Best friend.
Doesn't it really good to share my life with her?
When back to home,
walking in the street,
shadows just follow behind me
closely.
P/s: lol when you see the first word in the first stanza, surely you can see my longing clearly. I love Holland, the life there seems so simple and happy, but my younger sister said people there are approximately 170cm+ tall! The girls reach 170cm+ and the boys over 180cm! ZOMG! Feel hopeless x) I think I'm the dwarf there.
#3 The missing part
Which I know, everyone has relative.
I have many relatives.
But, the one I love is always fall to....her.
Day by day,
we have never talked to each other for months,
I want to pick up the phone,
and tell her how much I miss her
and how much I care for her.
But I daren't.....
Everything seems so strange...
it starts to change,
environment, living, life...
But I wish to tell you that
my feelings to you is eternity,
never changes.
You are still my relative,
like my beloved sister,
who I do care of.
Can you don't blame me?
I want to tell you,
what I know is...your changes.
You changed a lot,
you become some one that is so strange to me.
But,
I choose to not believe that,
I believe one day,
you will wake up and smell the coffee,
you will know how much I miss you,
you will know it....one day.
I have many relatives.
But, the one I love is always fall to....her.
Day by day,
we have never talked to each other for months,
I want to pick up the phone,
and tell her how much I miss her
and how much I care for her.
But I daren't.....
Everything seems so strange...
it starts to change,
environment, living, life...
But I wish to tell you that
my feelings to you is eternity,
never changes.
You are still my relative,
like my beloved sister,
who I do care of.
Can you don't blame me?
I want to tell you,
what I know is...your changes.
You changed a lot,
you become some one that is so strange to me.
But,
I choose to not believe that,
I believe one day,
you will wake up and smell the coffee,
you will know how much I miss you,
you will know it....one day.
P/s: This is written specially to my cousin, Natalie Chong - younger than me by 1 year, we live quite apart now (she's at KL, I'm at PUJ - quite far right). Because of some conflictions in my house, so I can't meet her for 2-3 years. Miss her so much, used to treat her like my sister, now everything faded. She's changed so much; worst of all, I can feel the gap.
#2 Life Driver
Life is like a long-way journey,
we are always need a driver
along all the roads.
They're like our company,
always be companied us,
always be beside us,
no matter how complicated and colorless is the life.
Life is like an endless desert,
infinity,
and no demarcation line.
Somehow,
we might lose,
lost in our direction,
lost in the darkness that we ever felt,
that time
you might feel the miserable of loneliness
that being left aside by others.
But,
that is not the end of your life.
Though being one of the 'pariah',
there must have some one that
who is really care for you.
The ever cosy of having a company.
Life is like that,
like a cycle between happiness and sadness
that everyone must go through it.
That is what life is called.
P/s: That time I have a sudden feeling of emotion, I kinda love to write something like the definition of life (of myself or in my opinion only). xD
we are always need a driver
along all the roads.
They're like our company,
always be companied us,
always be beside us,
no matter how complicated and colorless is the life.
Life is like an endless desert,
infinity,
and no demarcation line.
Somehow,
we might lose,
lost in our direction,
lost in the darkness that we ever felt,
that time
you might feel the miserable of loneliness
that being left aside by others.
But,
that is not the end of your life.
Though being one of the 'pariah',
there must have some one that
who is really care for you.
The ever cosy of having a company.
Life is like that,
like a cycle between happiness and sadness
that everyone must go through it.
That is what life is called.
P/s: That time I have a sudden feeling of emotion, I kinda love to write something like the definition of life (of myself or in my opinion only). xD
#1 Life is Joy
You would never know unless you understand...
life is joy, because it's simple...
True be told,
I have no happy life when i was young.
I was suffering and having a miserable life.
I never OWN a friend
who would really trust to me.
Until the day...
till the day i met you,
till i told you my sadness,
till i share with you my happiness...
Life is so joyful and full with colors,
because when i look at you,
I will throw out all the sadness and
smiley face appears on my face.
I love Moon,
I love natural,
I love freedom.......
I will have a NEW life of meaning and purpose,
free form guilt.
Everything starts from today,
everything is gonna change,
because of you...
life is joy, because it's simple...
True be told,
I have no happy life when i was young.
I was suffering and having a miserable life.
I never OWN a friend
who would really trust to me.
Until the day...
till the day i met you,
till i told you my sadness,
till i share with you my happiness...
Life is so joyful and full with colors,
because when i look at you,
I will throw out all the sadness and
smiley face appears on my face.
I love Moon,
I love natural,
I love freedom.......
I will have a NEW life of meaning and purpose,
free form guilt.
Everything starts from today,
everything is gonna change,
because of you...
P/S: This was my first ever English poem in Form 1, my sister praised me that time; it's quite an unforgettable piece of work, thanks for the encouragement sis! I will keep it up! *applause*
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