A little something by me

Autumn has left and winter has come.

The leaves has fallen and the cold has come.

Sitting on a bench thinking of some,

but in the end, ending up with none.

The wonders of the world we behold,

What God our Father has foretold.

A world we live in wonder and true,

If only we believe in what is true.

Gone are the days where sorrow is,

Gone are the days we say we miss.

Here comes the day mercy gives,

Here comes the day when men go free.

Aaron C-2010

One Thousand Roses....

One thousand roses blooming under the sun.
A vast field of roses I see.
Nine hundred ninety nine white roses,
and you, the red rose, lay randomly among them.

You stood out when the others didn't.
You bloomed more radiant than the the others did.
All are beautiful,
but they were none like you.

You're the one who gets my heart pumping,
You're the one who makes me blush.
You're the one who makes things seem beautiful,
because you make me smile.

Day by day I wonder,
Day by day I ponder.
Where among the random are you?
Where among the random can I see?

Shall I search high and low?
Or are you right in front of me?
Maybe I am blind,
because its not my time.

I do hope I will meet you one day,
I guess that day will be random.
For time is unsure but when it is sure,
Then I will save you from the random.

One Thousand Roses.......

Aaron C

I feel poetic today....

This sucks... I suddenly feel the urge of being poetic... Something is bothering me so much and these words keep popping up... "Where are you? I am here waiting.." I wonder what my mind is asking me to think about. Hmmmmm... Poetics poetics poetics.... It is not emo-ism okay.. Emoism is when I will type:"Life is so dead. Where are you now? Why have you left me?". LOL.

But I am not thinking about that. So what is it? *Pondering*. Well, the new girlfriend is calling out to me. She is turning out nicely. Just gave her plenty of thoughts and gave her new "clothes". HAHA.... Yes yes, this girlfriend is not a person. She is Studio 3 final assignment. But she is giving me a hell of a headache and isomia. Cannot stop thinking about her... But thank goodness. Another 1 and a half months and I can end this relationship in peace. She is better than my ex though. She is bigger but I must say, she looks sexier... (I think I need to stop thinking that my work is my GF. Its kind of disturbing I know.) HAHA.... Well, ! and a half month to go.. Haven't find a firm to work for this semester break and haven't made my decision on which Uni I want to further my studies oo. I wish life wasn't so complicated. I wish love was not so complicated... But that is how life is and that is what I shall bear with for now.

So here is the freaking reason for this post. Another so called poem. By me.

Sitting in this room,
feeling all dark and gloom.
In one hand a heart,
And the other a dart.

So what is this dart,
going to do with this lonely heart?
But is it truely a lonely heart?
Or just a wandering heart.

The dart represents the world,
the one with makes one curl.
It always seem cruel,
But actually wonderful.

Where am I?
Such a miserable I.

Outside strong,
But insides weak.
I must find my stength,
no matter how long the length.

It is time,
It IS time.
To just go find,
this lost time of mine.

Till time shines,
and the Sun shines.
I am here.
All dark and gloom.

With these thoughts,
Where are you?
I am here.
Waiting for?
You!

Okay... Fine... It sounds emo and wrong in a way... What am I saying. Yes, this shall be the sociopath side of me speaking. HAHA... Well, time to go to college.. For another "FUN" filled day... I am gloom... Say hi to me...

The moments of time.....

Finally, I got the weekend to myself. No major assignments due next week and on top of that, its a 4 day weekend for me. 2 days of rest then another 2 days to work. Yes, this is the perfect weekend for me. Week 7 just ended, signifying that I survived half of semester 5 already. And although it seems like it is slowing down, it will pick up in week 9. Oh, Happy times. Well, I got myself a new "girlfriend" again. If you read the post I written in the past, then yes, you know that this girlfriend is no human being, she is my studio work. This time, we are allowed to design anything but that something must help rejuvenate Ipoh in a way. Well, I will be thinking of her day and night again. HAHA. Must make sure she turns out to be the best. Not planning to stress over studio this sem. Must design with a happy and clear heart.

We, like an old town hold secrets of our own.
With a history to most which is unknown.
But its the secrets which makes us who we are.
Makes us unique and maybe a hint of mystery.
But maybe its not the secrets.
Maybe its the moments.
Moments in which shapes us.
Just like shaping glass.
It takes time and patience.
It takes heat and pressure to mold glass.
Just like humans.
It takes time and pressure to shape a man.


But what if that man falls?
Then he will be like a sunken ship.
Buried in the depths of the seas.
Hoping to be rediscovered.
But man should not be rediscovered.
Instead, discover.
Discover the meaning of life.
Discover the mysteries that lies within.
Perseverance is needed to survive in this world.
Endure all pains that is shot to us.
Live the life that is meant to be.
Live the life that is meant to be,
Your moments in time.

~Aaron C~

Here are some pictures I might have missed out from my previous posts. Please enjoy....

Nostalgia...



*ring ring*


Ways of life..


A history.


As time passes.


Feel the heat.


Speed of night.


A monument with a history.


A monument which is controversial.

So far... Its been a relaxing weekend.... I feel myself rejuvenating from stress. How nice... How I wish now I had a glass of juice, sipping it with sand in between my toes with the one I love most beside me. But that is all a dream... Back to reality....

A not so poem after all...

Okay. This sounds like a poem but it is not a poem which I felt like it is like a poem but the writer says it is not. The writer for this not so poem after all is Ng Wai Sie a.k.a. Y.C. and its sort of a love poem. Wooooooo....

Here Goes:

LOVE

I blame everything on Serotonin

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How is it possible that the love of my life brings me so much pain?

So much so that you're all i think about at night before i fall asleep,

Heck i think of you all the time, perpetually in fact,

Everything i do or say reminds me of you,

While I eat, sleep, walk, run, jump... indulging in a game of badminton... you name it I've done it

You even dominate my dreams and turn them into moving images of terror,

Sometimes i wonder,

Why did i ever fell for you?

You were never an attractive lot,

My parents and friends always said that you were bad for me,

Made me change into something I'm not.

But did i ever listen?

NO...

Instead i stood by you all this time.

As the days progress,

I find that the topic of my speech has lost all content but you,

Every syllable i utter relates to you,

I even somehow plan my day around your needs,

Attending to your every whim,

Never once thinking of my own.

You conversely has been ever taking, never giving.

Have you ever reciprocated my sacrifice with affection,

Occasional words of care, maybe a single stalk of flower,

just to brighten my days, give me some hope and motivation?

NO.

Your like a constant source of stress,

like a leech in my neck,

a pain in the butt.

Yes, I am fed up,

Yes, I am exasperated,

Yes, I feel like throwing in the towel,

But I'm not about to do that for one simple reason,

I LOVE YOU too much

my dear ARCHITECTURE

~Ng Wai Sie~

Well, that sums up my love life for architecture too. Please comment!