Hey, there.
It's 2.40 AM and I'm not even thinking of sleeping.
I don't think it's the cup of Nescafe I had earlier nor the revival of my online-ing self.
I don't know.
I've been reading too many awesomely written-in-a-literature-ish-kind-of-way posts, articles and texts.
They're making me think twice of how I write.
I think I can write with some sense of complication.
But then, not everyone would be able to understand or digest even half of what I write.
Yeah, there would be a higher literary value in my writings but that's not really what I aim for now.
I write to express my feelings and thoughts and if people can't understand what I write, then what's the use, right?
Anyway, I might occasionally write in a different way that kind of reflects the other side of me.
The side where I could be a lot more serious, mature and downright boring.
A lot has happened since the last time I posted an entry.
Well, not that much but some things are worth mentioning.
So, last week Annabella and her VOA Club had this English Festival thing going on and me, being the pretentious, obnoxious and show-off that I am, I participated in 3 of 4 events: Essay Writing; Ask Me, Ask You and Poetry Recitation, winning the latter.
In everything that I participated in, I didn't really think about winning.
What I wanted was to utilize the English prowess that I have and prove to people that English can be fun.
As in Ask Me, Ask You, every round I played, I acted out the scene, running from a bear, writing on desk as if I was really cheating on an exam and acting like I was exhibiting my muscular arms while changing in a fitting room.
Every little situation I was given, I thought about making it fun, enjoyable and entertaining.
Why?
Truthfully, I just wanted to speak in English.
I wanted people to know that I can speak great English and that I had a point to prove.
Participating in all the competitions also gave me a sense of redemption, as a way to repent for my C in English for UPS2.
It was the first A' of my life (as in something other than A ... or A+).
I wasn't in it for the win, I was in it for the relief.
To know that I still can achieve greatness with the language I adore the most is the best feeling ever (aside from love, that is).
I know that I can excel in life and with all the exams, interviews and life coming up, I need to stay at the top of my game.
I also wanted to keep my confidence level intact and by stepping in front of the crowd and capturing their attention, I get another sense of flying, the sensation of being afloat, above all.
Sometimes I read my previous posts and I do find some mistakes, misspelling and also grammatical errors.
People might judge me and my language proficiency based on those posts but I figure what the heck.
It's not that did them on purpose.
To type fast and have the probability of making mistakes equal to zero is impossible.
I don't use spell-check.
What for?
If you have enough confidence to step out of your shell and write a blog about yourself, then you might as well blabber on about anything and feel less concentrated on writing it correctly.
As much as people would condemn you for it, that's just their way of saying that you actually have something worth reading.
Well, as the title of the entry implies, I'd like to post the poem that helped me win the Poem Recitation competition.
Here it is, enjoy:
It's a simple enough idea to grasp and I think it was the meaning of the poem that won me first place.
It's 2.40 AM and I'm not even thinking of sleeping.
I don't think it's the cup of Nescafe I had earlier nor the revival of my online-ing self.
I don't know.
I've been reading too many awesomely written-in-a-literature-ish-kind-of-way posts, articles and texts.
They're making me think twice of how I write.
I think I can write with some sense of complication.
But then, not everyone would be able to understand or digest even half of what I write.
Yeah, there would be a higher literary value in my writings but that's not really what I aim for now.
I write to express my feelings and thoughts and if people can't understand what I write, then what's the use, right?
Anyway, I might occasionally write in a different way that kind of reflects the other side of me.
The side where I could be a lot more serious, mature and downright boring.
A lot has happened since the last time I posted an entry.
Well, not that much but some things are worth mentioning.
So, last week Annabella and her VOA Club had this English Festival thing going on and me, being the pretentious, obnoxious and show-off that I am, I participated in 3 of 4 events: Essay Writing; Ask Me, Ask You and Poetry Recitation, winning the latter.
In everything that I participated in, I didn't really think about winning.
What I wanted was to utilize the English prowess that I have and prove to people that English can be fun.
As in Ask Me, Ask You, every round I played, I acted out the scene, running from a bear, writing on desk as if I was really cheating on an exam and acting like I was exhibiting my muscular arms while changing in a fitting room.
Every little situation I was given, I thought about making it fun, enjoyable and entertaining.
Why?
Truthfully, I just wanted to speak in English.
I wanted people to know that I can speak great English and that I had a point to prove.
Participating in all the competitions also gave me a sense of redemption, as a way to repent for my C in English for UPS2.
It was the first A' of my life (as in something other than A ... or A+).
I wasn't in it for the win, I was in it for the relief.
To know that I still can achieve greatness with the language I adore the most is the best feeling ever (aside from love, that is).
I know that I can excel in life and with all the exams, interviews and life coming up, I need to stay at the top of my game.
I also wanted to keep my confidence level intact and by stepping in front of the crowd and capturing their attention, I get another sense of flying, the sensation of being afloat, above all.
Sometimes I read my previous posts and I do find some mistakes, misspelling and also grammatical errors.
People might judge me and my language proficiency based on those posts but I figure what the heck.
It's not that did them on purpose.
To type fast and have the probability of making mistakes equal to zero is impossible.
I don't use spell-check.
What for?
If you have enough confidence to step out of your shell and write a blog about yourself, then you might as well blabber on about anything and feel less concentrated on writing it correctly.
As much as people would condemn you for it, that's just their way of saying that you actually have something worth reading.
Well, as the title of the entry implies, I'd like to post the poem that helped me win the Poem Recitation competition.
Here it is, enjoy:
FOREVER ENDING
As eternity fades and forever starts to end
Would you hold on to my hand
And call me your friend?
My life is descending, decaying to something that I find most unpleasant
As time deteriorates, darkens
Like a natural depressant
No, it is not the winds which blow our mind away
Nor the sea that overflows
In our dreams we sway
This is life and life must go on
We will depart
It will loosen our bond
Soon I will not see so many faces
Yet, I shall progress
And finally cross these fences
Listen here and listen now
I will not let this end sadly
And here is how
Grab my hand and hold me tight
While we sing and dance away the night
For time is too short to be filled with despair
Make your last days meaningful
Live them like you have no care
We have spent so much yet remember so little
Could this memory just fade?
Could the heart be so brittle?
Strengthen your ties
Say what you need to say
Or forever regret your words
Behind your lips they’ll stay
Ready or not, the future is now
It approaches every second
So quickly somehow
Friendship is forever and too valuable to spend
Therefore, I beg of you with my knees I bend
As eternity fades and forever starts to end
Would you hold on to my hand;
And call me your friend?
Copyright © Ahmad Firdaus Yosman, 2010; THE FEAR
All rights reserved.
The poem is simply about keeping close relationships with friends as you're about to depart far from each other.
I actually explained a little bit about the poem before I recited it so that people wouldn't have to think too much and just enjoy listening to it.
It's mainly talking about your forever that is about to end.
Here, forever refers to the time you spend in some place that you hate at first, but become more attached to over a period of time and it feels like forever.
Like the Matriculation program.
You feel like it'll never end, with all the classes, exercises and assignments, it just feels like forever.
But one day, you realize that your forever is about to end and that you haven't done much to preserve the ties you've made.
So this poem was written to remind everyone that forever is ending (a contradiction, where forever literally means never ending) and that you must do something to sustain whatever memories you have left in your heart and your mind.
It's a simple enough idea to grasp and I think it was the meaning of the poem that won me first place.
But I don't know.
I take what I'm given and just go with the flow.
I think this post is long enough already.
I'll maybe update this blog this weekend.
There's still a lot of things to talk about.
Until next time.
Sayonara.
"As eternity fades and forever starts to end"
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