Laughter is the best medicine

Laughter
People say there is nothing
funnier then laughter
You can even chuckle
some long hours after
You laugh
at what is sometimes seen
You laugh
at things you do not mean
Yet somewhere,
in all hilarity
In amongst
that crazy parody
Will Someone please tell me,
I’ll give you money
What makes laughter,
so darn funny?
Why, when you laugh
do people laugh too?
Laugh not at things you say
or things you do.
Its crazy how
when nothing’s funny
People laugh
and clutch their tummy
Will anybody tell me?
Wouldn’t you?
What makes laughter
so gosh darn funny?

Hahax yeah,I got the inspiration to write this poem when I observed this group of giggly Secondary School girls(most probably Sec 4s,back in school during June for extra lessons...) laughing on the bus. To me,it seems they were laughing at nothing,because I obviously didn't eavesdrop on their conversation and so didn't know what the earlier joke was about...Not that I minded their laughter,it was rather nice to hear laughing happy people(although they have some major paper coming up at the end of the year *grins*),it's just how weird it is to hear others laughing and then laughing yourself. Yeah,I know,laughing definitely is contagious. :D

Ps. Still thinking about the woman/girl who punched me yesterday,and come to think of it...It's kinda funny...LOL. Wonder whether she feels the same way too,hahax

Crazy? Or just plain weird?

Something really really crazy happened today...I mean,that person was really crazy,which made the whole thing even more crazy,so crazy that I fear I'm becoming crazy! :/ Did 6X1.6 intervals today,from school to ECP and back,and was just halfway through the 4th lap,puffing,panting,swearing...when this woman(actually,on second thoughts,she seems more like a girl to me...) stopped me and asked the craziest question I have ever heard in my entire 16 years of existence," Can I punch you?" I was so so flabbergasted at the suddeness and bravery of this woman to ask such a out-of-the-world question! I stopped the timing on my watch,continued jogging on the spot and asked her to repeat herself(yes,I heard her loud and clear alright,just hoping she would change her question). "I know it's so weird,but...can I punch you?" Again THE question. I'm was like,"WHAT?!" to her,but either she didn't hear or she possessed the ultimate indifference to my extreme expression,because she just punched me on the arm,gave a profuse "Sorry!" and walked away.

And I was left there,sputtering and gasping at such a weird,crazy,random(blah blah...)incident. Not that it hurt alot,no,in fact it was just a light hit,but it's just so...CRAZY! It was just so weird that I spent the entire day thinking about it,without telling anyone,and now I finally came to a conclusion: She must be crazy. Or she is so troubled by something in her life that her only avenue of channelling out all the blues is to punch some innocent girl who was simply trying to complete her killer training. Hmm...

I am going crazy
And I know that.
Trying to act normal
While every one knows there is some thing wrong.
I can hear them whispering
Saying this girl is crazy
So by acting normal I was just fooling myself...
I never knew what normal is
And I believe no one in this world does.
So we must be all crazy somehow...

Sleep!

The air was thick with the pervasive sense of laziness,
Bit by bit,concentration wavers,eyelids droop,heads down...
So contagious,it almost seems like a curse.
One by one,they slip into deep sleeps,without much of a sound.

The ceiling fan whirs,sending wisps pf soft carresses,
Soothing even the toughest and most reistant around.
Who will defeat the energy slump first?
Who will not remain as their dreams' lost and found?

Outside,the sleepy afternoon yawned through the town.

Just right to describe the atmosphere today...it was soooo boring and dry and almost chaffing to sit in the chair and force yourself to study study study( the root of all suffering *bitter smile*). It will not work! Simply forcing yourself will lead to decreased efficency and hnce lowered productivity( double-checks econs notes and realises something sounds eerily familiar...) beacuse your mind is simply not at it...bleah!

Sleep, a solace to all mortals
Sleep, to some so natural
Sleep, to many so elusive
Sleep, to some so simple
Sleep, to some a real struggle
Sleep, for some, bountiful to envy
Sleep, for some, commodity to buy
Sleep, in it some walk riskily
Sleep, in it some talk profusely
Sleep, a gift to all human beings
Sleep, a basic necessity of life
Sleep well, wake up refreshed,
Step on to face daily challenges.

Sleep oh blessed sleep,
the place where I can dream,
of all that I do need my energy to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
The place of future hope,
in places far away,
and love for me to keep
Sleep oh blessed sleep
Lull me with your content,
Keep me ever safe my souls sanity to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
Let me emerge at morn,
With clearer thought and mind,
with no more need to weep...

good food is a blessing!

I look at my food
my food looks at me,
sometimes I swear
that it talks to me.

I stare, and it stares
I glare, and it glares
hoping it will be there
all year.

I like to eat my food
But I would rather not have it sit in it's plate,
because if left long enough
someone will take it away.

I want it anyway,
please don't get it away from me,
I like it!
It gives a steady flow,
and I don't want it to go...

It's funny how proximity and familarity breeds well,contempt. Nah,not really contempt. The point is: Staying so near a place that serves the "best Roti Prata in Singapore" does not mean anything "wow" to me,in fact,in my 10 years staying at that area,I have never eaten there once! And I have got envious friends telling me how lucky I am,that I can go there and eat anytime I want,whereas they would have to endure the drag of long journeys...just for a meal.*smiles* Hey,I finally broke that unconcious "tradition" today...it really lives up to its name,though the prices are also quite,well,living up to expectations too,haha. Hey but it's worth it yeah? Mmmm...

Here is just a bit of food for thought
For you to eat
For you to swallow
For you to live by
What you give is what you get
So never forget to give

Here is...how you say...
some food for thought
For you to chew
For you to consume
For you to bloom
What goes around comes around
So what ever you throw around
You can expect to recieve it

Here is just a bit of food for thought
For you to digest
For it to rest.......
in the bowels of your brain
For you to know
For you to grow
Do unto others as you want done unto you
Do you want to be treated like a fool?

Food for thought
Here it is for you
You never know what it can do
It can help you proceed
with what you need in life
just know.......

Here is a bit of food for thought
Just so you dont starve to death

I don't want to

I do not want to clean my room
I cannot close the door;
There's so much junk piled here and there
I cannot see the floor.

I do not want to cut the grass
It's almost one foot high;
And the weeds are so abundant
I just don't want them to die.

I do not want to get the mail
I haven't in many a day;
The box is probably full of junk
And many bills to pay.

I do not want to do my work!
Have I got that clear to you?
I'll get it done some other day
Have I got that through?

I just want to eat,sleep,play,
The three "sins" that we can't help but succumb to,everyday.
Wishing desperately that life can just revolve around them
But alas! It is not to be...damn.

Ahh the pleasures of life are unfortunately gone within a split second,whereas things that you so woefully detest seem to drag on and on and on...Look up at the clock,it read: 8.43. Stare back at your notes and try hard to absorb...a lifetime seemed to have passed...sneak peak at the clock: 8.45. Way to go! Just a miserable 2 minutes have passed...an hour more to go! *rolls her eyes*

studying is not easy

What am I thinking about?
What's the fucking sound out?
brain lifted upside-down,
she is mugging to pass
Mugging is hard,
mugging is not SEGA.
'Shut up girl! It's a good idea to chock your head! '
Hey,you can shoot me in bed
Or you give me novocaine
So that I can feel better than to inhale the stinky notes
'Am I studying right? '
I can't work it out...
I can't work it out!
Should I work it out?
Oh,I can't work it out...
It's 0: 23 now,
What's your idea?
'Hey dad, tell me the nearst bar.'

squeezed-dried brain juice presents...

I am not Emo
I’m not a Goth
I’m perfectly normal
But I know what it feels like
to be lost...
Stuck in the crowd
Can’t hear a sound
Feels like I’m pushed back in the distance
Can’t come out
Do people see?
Do they believe?
Or am I just crazy from being lonely?
The words burst from my lips as I scream
But the people around me don’t seem to hear a thing
Am I invisible?
Am I going crazy?
The world is acting like they don’t know about me
Am I forgotten?
Am I just crazy?
Am I just lost?
Am I just lonely?
Somebody hear me
Somebody save me
I can’t help, but feeling so forgotten,
I put on a show,
nobody knows
Where did all the people I used to love, go?
I see a face,
forgot its name
But they don’t seem to recognize me,
anyway.
And now I’m sitting here all by myself (All by myself)
There’s no need of me,
to feel so undeserved.
People walk by,
I try to say hi
But they even try to talk to me,
why?
Is it my face?
Is it my name?
Or am I just overreacting,
and going insane?
I know they see me,
So why are they leaving?
Why did they leave me?
Live life they say,
it’s the only you’ve got
But how can you live?
How can you give?
If there’s nothing you’ve got?
Well I’ve got myself,
and I’ve got my dreams
But I guess,
I’ll just have to live them separately.
Stuck in the shadow,
I need someone else
How can I get them to notice me,
so I won’t be by myself?
Do you hear?
Do you see?
Or am I just another nobody,
who has nothing? (nothing)
When I cry, I only cry to myself
I’m alone; I wish I had somebody else
Oh! When I cry, I only cry to myself
Maybe I’m crazy(Save me)
Maybe I’m crazy(Don’t forget me)
Maybe I’m crazy(Don’t go oh no)
Maybe I’m crazy
Just maybe...

I'm fine,totally. Just an emo poem dedicated specially to my most emo-susceptible friend,Qian Rou. Cheers! :)