on longing

I wish I could say goodnight to you
Every single second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year.
Then we'd be tumbling in the sheets of
Everlasting
Embittered
Dreamless sleep. With
only each other
and no one else.

I wish I could say good morning to you,
guten tag, ohayo, zhao an ning hao.
Then I could watch you slowly awaken
from that slumbering mass
And you'd kick me for snoring too loudly.
The non-existent foghorn of the tropics.

I wish I could say hello, goodbye...
Say,
I miss you.
Every single second, minute, hour, day, week, month year.
Just to hear a snippet of your voice,
A glimpse of your face, neck, back, shoes wherever.
And then shout to the reverberating hills that
I miss you

and that I love you.

hey waitaminute mr postman

To have PChua tell you that your speech and its delivery were good, is one breath of relief that I could not do without. Then to have a number of classmates come up to me and tell me that I did a good job, wow. My OP should go fine now, that's one thing for sure. Thanks guys for somehow believing that I really did a good job. Honestly, I had no idea what I was talking about.

Meeting Benjamin at around 5pm to pass him his report card before going down to the post office.

Anyway, while I was sleeping during the Lit tutorial I suddenly heard my name being called. Apparently PChua was praising my reading habits and the fact that I was broadening my range of reading (she saw my Nietzsche book). Burst of ego there.

I like discussing things with her. Yesterday we talked about which was a better show of language ability, D.H Lawrence's style or Hemmingway's minimalist style. I went for the minimalist. To say so much with that number of words, and the simplicity of it all takes skill and a good grasp of the English language, in my honest opinion. Of course you can't deny that Lawrence's style is hard to beat. I tend to write like him, with all the FLOWERY ADJECTIVES and WOAH!!! type of effects. I was weaned of adjective-laced writing I suppose.

Tomorrow's the last day of school. It's a sort of bipolar thing, the fact that we'll be having a 'fun-filled' break and yet won't be seeing some friends for the next year.

and i won't be seeing you for God knows how long

I missed my chance today. Call it a twist of cruel fate, I guess. Like how I saw you on the bus, a sense of deja vu, and we quarrelled. Just a dream I know, but it was enough for someone who hasn't seen you for I don't know, forty days and forty nights?

It's like a hit and miss
butterfly touches
chances of fate.
When will we meet
across the milky way,
the cliched magpie bridge
awaits us.

Talking to Manda and Yen always makes me feel better in more ways than one. It's gratifying, relieving and just metaphorically like good ol' chicken soup.

BLEACH 201

KUBOTITE I LOVE YOU.