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I first heard this song in my first literature class during JC. The task for us was to bring something "poetic" to class and talk about it, saying why you think it's poetic. I brought a dried rose, and called it time. I think i said the rose was an encapsulation of time, artificially frozen in the rose. While time continues to tick by in the surrounding, the rose alone, stays the same. And we wonder, is that really beauty? Is that really what we want, everytime we wish to "freeze the moment"? (ok fine, perhaps i spruced it up a little here hehhe, well i couldn't remember what 17years old me said!) Anyway, thinking back, i think that answer was very typical, very typcially me too; model answer for "poetic item", not going beyond the boundaries drawn. Doing ok,  not excellent.

This here is different.

I will bet with you, apart from myself, nobody else remembers what i, or anyone else, brought to that class. Except for this song, brought by jo (hello boojie!), (and maybe that lame idea of a joke when Luke took off his shoe and insisted it was poetic. i rmb that too.) You see my dear, this post is dedicated to you. I just wanted to say, I still remember your song! =) It was from a time before i started listening to english music (which i think is thrashy though catchy now). Yet, of all the songs, every single time i feel down and need some inspiration, i come right back to it. I kid you not; 6 years and still the same. So thank you boojie, you see, you were born to inspire. You didn't need to be a teacher to do it. But being in that position where you're heading, I'm sure you'll do much much more. =)

Enjoy the song!

sk
~I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean. 

Comments

OMG, you still remembered that! for some reason, it jogged my memory and i rmbed bring a glass momento thingy.... was it for the teacher who was "slightly" scary?

P.s.: dont forget to file for graduation!
Edwin said…
wah. you sibei gao smoke.

you should be a politician, not a pharmisist (i can't spell lol)
sk said…
omg i just saw the comments. hahaha yes josh, for the skinny lit teacher whose name i cant rmb! (and im not sure if i filed for graduation though, but im a little lazy to email cors. See what they say on results day!)

edwin, bi ci bi ci la. you also sibei gao smoke!

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