tauanthology

I’m me,
This is Me.
ME ME me me…

sorry i cant help being me.
dun blame me for being me.

I’m me,
This is Me.
ME ME me me…

bwahahaaaa… tau is not here at the moment.. and i felt like bloggin somethere here.. and for those of yous scratchin their heads wondering wat the hell i’m talkin about… well, story is that, apparently i have 3 personalities! ooh yea.. namely, Tau, Justin and Eric… hahaha…

Well, Tau’s the quiet pensive one who thinks too much about everythin and worries way too much and is all quite scary or scarily quiet… oh, he’s the one that writes all these depressing stuff…  the emo dude…

I’m Justin, not the tau and not the eric…

and well, Eric’s… for u to find out =D bwahaha…

to start in Tau fashion(because this is his blog after all), well here i am sitting and typing and..

"The sun be’th shining in mine eyes…

In behest, Blinded I am by this light.

Yet my fingers tell the truth, no lies,

unfetter’ed by my lack of sight."

ooh.. hehheh..  i think Tau’d be proud of me.. *nods nods* well the sun is shining thru the windows straight into my eyes.. which is wat’s said..that’s the story of the ‘poem’ and there’s an ABAB rhyme scheme, gives a sense of rhythm to the 9 syllabus per line; though it ends with 8 syllabus in the last line, indicative of something? maybe a sudden utter realisation?

The theme of light and truth can also be seen, light’s usually symbolic of the truth, but light here is portrayed as counter truth and is blinding. ahh~~~ a witty twist… and den there’s the idea of eyes Vs the hand or ‘fingers’(compare with flesh and mind?), so the eyes are blinded but the hand tells the truth, so i’m blind yet not blind at the same time, or maybe the truth is just too blinding for the eyes? ooh… liminal… anyhows it shld be a multi faceted enuf for even Tau to be proud of >=D…

Baa.. ;p it doesnt matter what its supposed to mean.. its what it means to u reading it… ppl try to find the meaning to everythin and life, and come up with tonnes and tonnes of explanations for it; but the truth is that there is no meaning………          adifaf0321s)(@109         

*enters Tau and clubs Justin on the head with a half full/half empty barcadi151 bottle lying on the floor*

Shutup justin… what a nasty poem… too happy… wheres the depressing aura…

"the sun blinds me,

A shadow behind me,

i cant see,

i cant see,

the shadow’s behind me."

Thats is how it shld be..... 

*Tau’s fades away, Eric bounces out*

ooh.. Barcadi.. BWAHAHAHAAA!!!! Hehehehee… woohooo~ very scary poem.. with no rhyme scheme of a single rhyme rhyme scheme with an omnious feeeeeeel, as if the shadow’s clsing in on HIM! woooo… tsk tsk…

"shine on my shiney sun,

everyone come out and have some fun.

Its the holidays holidays HOLIDAYS!

Fun fun fun fun fun! SUn sun sun sun sun!"

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Weeeeee…..

*Eric runs off*

Heh.. oh well.. wat a long post sayin utter nuthing! haha.. Dun worry, I’m not crazy, all for the fun of it and maybe bring a few smiles or ..!! … and its the holidays for the next whole week! woohooooo!!!!!!

=D

goodbye halcyon days
farewell ephermeral beauty.

requiem for a fallen flower
an epiphany unto you.

trapped in hollow sepulchral tones
a barbed funereal cage.

escape from the pain
come away with me.

Don’t we all have memories,

Memories of a forgotten yesterday.

Memories of a song unsung,

of lyrics forgotten and unwritten,

yet so subliminally and quaintly familiar,

much so like yesterday.

Recollections from a faded photograph,

Memories of a forgotten smile,

and a secret joke, I’ll never forget.

An unfinished jigsaw finished tomorrow.

Memories of a forgotten yesterday.

Footsteps down a forgotten path,

With you around life was never dull. 

Of an unfinished tale, i forgot, I’ll never remember.

An uncompleted painting finished tomorrow.

Memories of a forgotten yesterday.

Lets us forever in today our memories stay,

and yesterday, of memories forgotten, I’ll never forget.

and when tomorrow comes,

I’ll frame you up, I’ll write you down.

A memento mori, a wilted rose.

Memories of a forgotten yesterday.

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;
For those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou’rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke ;  why swell’st thou then ?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more ;  Death, thou shalt die.

-John Donne

It’s 9am.

Sunlight thru a shrouded veil,

beams of light peaking thru the clouds.

rays streamin thru my curtains,

Sunlight thru the shrouded veil.

The last vestige of summer rays

carressing my langurously poised crystal ornament.

diffracting its brilliant rays,

a hundred million ways,

over my room onto my awaking face.

As if to safe guard

behind my burgundy curtains

its warm lucent beams,

its coldest hardest secrets.

‘fore winter comes and steal it.

Comes Winter come, an unrelenting gale.

The ornament doesnt tell.

The curtains never rail.

Sunlight shadowed by the broken veil.

Me? I’d rather run away n set sail~

The sun dips behind some clouds.

Sunlight thru a shrouded veil,

there is always hidden, a tale.

to conceal and never to tell.

Sunlight thru the shrouded veil.

"I appreciate people who are civil, whether they mean it or not. I think: Be civil. Do not cherish your opinion over my feelings. There’s a vanity to candor that isn’t really worth it. Be kind."
Richard Greenberg, NY Times Magazine, 03-26-2006

yea… sometimes i do wish people were more kind with words too..

positive vibes breeds positive vibes… so proves true for the converse…

not one to talk about personal stuff….

but i got a package todae!

gosh…. it wlda felt wonderful jus to recieve anythin from home sweet home~

But wat i got was a package filled to the brim with love love love~~~

fwah~ *touched touched touched*

yep… from all the coool shirts hand picked by my cool sister and mum to shokobutsu, to the myojo mees, funky chocs and even to the socks and cooool magnet~

man……… *speechless*

{Clouds}    luMBeRing

Slow

           Quiet

                         Peaceful.

Sudden ACTION.

\Birds/.Chirp.Flap.

Light.Sun.

air.smells.fresher.

life.LIFE.LIFE!

Sunrise.

a New Day.

a Present.

another one of those written on a rough paper and stuffed under my laptop for ages… reads like shite but i cant bear to throw it without puttin it somewhere first…