The aim, my friend, is to finish this poem though it is 3 a.m. in the morning.

Today is one of the few days I'm in Jap studies tutorial! =) And I realised there's this ger in my project group who looks almost totally like the old Smaine (as in, the one before she dyed her hair to look like Yang Guo =PpP). Hahaha. The fact that I didn't know she was in my group till last week shows how many times I've been working with my group -_-''''' (and my attendance @ JS tut too)

Actually, she almost has the same personality traits as Smaine too. And she's v pretty...the feminine kind of pretty. So interesting. Long lost twin?

Ah, and I must add: these blog posts are not meant to offend. =) Just what's in my mind, dat's all. So to all my fan club: read them positively ya? I always think positively of you guys. =D

Anyway, 1 song and 1 poem for all you folks out there who share my joys and sorrows. =) they describe today, 'cos today's a day which I don't want to go into explicit detail.

The Reason by Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go:
That I just want you to know!

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That’s why I need you to hear...

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
And the reason is you
And the reason is You

And the reason is YOU.

The next poem's going to be very uncharacteristic (and therefore difficult for me, I must add). I'm going to try my best, but forgive me if it turns out wrong. =P

Here goes nothing.

A not-so-pretty Rose Tree by Daniel Ng

"A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, "I've a pretty rose-tree",
And I passed the sweet flower o'er."

Said Blake,
For such philosophy as man makes
Man makes so with Choice.
For Heaven's sake,
Each passing moment with force take
While dew is yet moist.

Yet flowers grow scarce in winter,
And winter seems never to end;
Each day, each time gets colder,
Till to it all nature bends.

For a fleeting flow'r bees head toward,
Till there's scarcely space for sight;
And then each bee confirms his hoard,
Each reigns it by his might.

So to hold on to my rose tree,
To tend her day and night;
Need not be a misery,
Nor a source of thorny delight.

Unless Choice,
A quiet but resounding voice
Makes his appearance on your stage.
Then Pity,
Your all-time enemy
Makes his dent on your page.