Have decided to delete previous post. The flow of the story is totally not there at all. Can't think of ways to improve it. Still blank in head. Think i'll stop writing for a while to refresh myself and also to improve my style. Have been writing so much in 1st person a bit sianz. Maybe time to change style again. Wonder if I should colour my writings. So far, have been writing with little description. So far, have been trying to engage rather than lose ppl in words. Well, will stop to read more books then. Hopefully got new inspirations. But V'day I confirm will commend wan, cuz sour grapes.
Solo Sax Night, a tranquil slumber silences all. All quiet but one sound. A solo Saxophone plays, A mellow sound through the hollow night. Lift me up oh song of the night. Drown me in your melody. No sorrow should I remember, No tomorrows do I worry for. Bring me to neverland Just as Peter Pan brought Wendy. Shoot the moon with your thrills. Paint the skies with your turns. With your riffs and your tempo, Vertical and Horizontal, Spin me by your fingers, As you caress each key gently. Gentle breaths to float me by. Be it bebop or ballads, Be it funk or jazz. The solo saxophone plays on, like a brush on a canvas. Colours fill the night.
Time Goes By
With Time Life grows, Waters vaporise and condense to clouds. Clouds burst forth and showers the Land A frail sapling receives its nourishment. With Time it grows to be the greatest of trees.
With Time strength is formed, A gentle trickle splits a rock, A slow river cuts its bays to meanders. A splash of the sea forms a cave. With time meekness becomes might.
With Time all is destroyed, Metals rust and lands crumble. Things grow old and lose their power. Silver tarnishes and loses its worth. Time is stronger than all combined. A tyrant with no mercy at all. Forcing its subjects to bow before. Nothing stronger and nothing defies it. Nothing that is not until me. Refusing to bow refusing to submit. Resisting its effect, I won't face the truth. But You, A lifetime of wonder, A tulip past its bloom. Withering away from your splendor. Life quickly fading, I'll miss you.
Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Primary School(92-97)
Presbyterian High School (98-2001)
Pioneer Junior College (2002-2003)
2 yrs lost in time
Nus Fass(2006-
D.O.B 15031985
