いりなの夢

‘A’ 水准毕业证书的价值

2008-07-21T23:29:00.003+08:00

随着时代的变迁，‘A’ 水准毕业证书的价值已大不如前了。昔日的说法是：就读于初级学院是上大学的必经之“路” 、较容易的方法，因此我们因该选择初院而非理工学院。

但，这个道理已不再属实。事实上，本地大学已经承认一个事实——许多成绩优异的理工学院毕业生选择出国进修。所以，本地大学已慢慢增加学额供理工毕业生进入，同时也驳回了理工生不如初院生的理论。

那，到底就读初院好呢，还是理工学院好呢？这个问题的答案就见仁见智了。理工学院文凭可能不够好，但毕业生总能选择继续升学或工作几年再前往大学。这是‘A’水准毕业生所无法拥有的选择。因为，‘A’水准证书非专业资格，是无法就业的，这显示了‘A’水准文凭在现今社会可以与‘O’水准文凭划上等号。

对于这个事实，学生与父母们都有所认知，以致有些成绩优异的考生在获取‘O’水准毕业证书后便自愿放弃初院选择进入理工学院，而有些父母则苦口婆心的劝成绩不堪理想的子女就读理工学院。更有高一生在普升考试后，无法顺利升上高二而自愿退学去理工学院。这些举动与昔日父母们都盼望自己的孩子能进入初院而有所出入。

在现今社会里，‘A’水准文凭已是一文不值了。若是进入初院，那么一定要能生上大学，否则就是白白的浪费了两年的光阴。为此，爱儿心切的父母害怕子女步上此冤枉路才会好言相劝。

‘O’水准会考在即，希望各位考生都已为自己的将来作了番计划，知道该往哪儿好。

+twO sldeS oF Life+

2008-07-21T01:02:00.004+08:00

This poem is inspired by a neoprint taken with my best friend when I was in Secondary 3.

Love with Hate
Hatred comes from love
Duo in a lovely dovey picture
Triple is a mess

Pink and black, Angel and Devil
Facial so similar but not of twins
Works of two loggerheads,
But with minds so alike

Is it fate or destiny?
Or are the two meant to be?
Linking the extreme ends together
A fallen angel and a devil unfit!

+LiFe+

2008-07-21T01:01:00.001+08:00

Life!
A world of hope, torment and partings
A cycle of things, never ending

Heart of stone, life without soul
Abandoning sufferings and pain
Along with heartfelt happiness...
Horror and fear, Darkness!
Light -- not a faint...

Seek not peace from blurred spots
Seek not love from me!
Mysterious angel looming around,
Meddling with what not meant to be...
Forsaken by sky, earth, ground!

What is meant to be, is meant to be.
Change not life but fate,
Accept not fate but life!

+DarKnesS+

2008-07-21T01:00:00.002+08:00

An angelic facial, so well defined
Concealing a twisted soul, heart of stone
What is not known?
A demon embedded within...

Acts of kindness, dark motives behind
A case of murder, in the blinking of an eye.
Murderer -- not found...
With attribute to skills so profound!

Betrayal begets hatred
A deep hatred unknown to all
But one day, he too will fall!
When darkness consumed his heart...

Light and darkness, good and bad
A great difference about a line
An area of grayness, neither white nor black
All is, but just a lie!

+sHatTerEd mlrRor+

2008-07-21T00:59:00.005+08:00

This poem is an adaptation from a book entitled "Shattered Mirror" by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes.

Deep black eyes, pale face,
A facial so well defined...
Elegant and talented,
Artistic they are,
But all is just a shattered dream.
An antique mirror it once was,
But now, a pile of glass pieces its reduced.
When the truth was known!
Mere people they are not --
Blood sucking leech, a creature of the dark --
Vampires!

+bRokEn loVe+

2008-07-21T00:58:00.002+08:00

Thinking of you,
Thinking of the past.
Remembering all the stuff,
But memory is failing me...
Draining off bit by bit,
Day by Day,
Minute by minute...
Till what is left is an empty shell.
Unable to think of you,
And who I am...
Cause of it all is --
Love! failure

+whlch TypE aM I?+

2008-07-21T00:57:00.007+08:00

Some people make things happen. Some people watch things happen. And there are those who ask, what happened?! Discuss this statement. Which type are you?

Which type am I? I am not sure. I might be all three.

Sometimes, I am so sure of myself, other times, I will ask myself, who am I?? Like a lost kid looking for her parents. I might not even be aware of my goals in life. What on Earth is life? What in the name of Merlin am I doing here?

Some people make things happen. They have the most initiative. They make things happen. They can make one's life colorful, but they can also be the one who watch things happen. If they are troubled, they will have to wait for someone to make things happen for them. They might also make things happen for themselves.
I will say that I am one of them. When someone is sad because she failed her tests, I made things happen for her. I talked to her. I told her to tell her parents that other subjects might not be important. What is important is that she passes her main subjects. I will always tell my Mum this, if I fail my tests, do not blame me. I am not 'talented' in it.?I don't understand, so long as I don't fail the main subject, it is okay. I talked to her till she understood, till she stopped crying.

Some people watch things happen. They are people who sit and wait for people to make things happen. They don't really care about others.
I am also one of them. Sometimes, I feel like doing something for someone if I have the ability. But I just stop myself from doing it. I don't know why. I might have split personality. I don't know. I am very confused with myself. I don't really know myself.

Those who ask, what happened?? They are very blur.
I am also one of them. Sometimes, people know of a certain thing. But I might be the last person on earth to know what has happened. Sometimes, I gossip, sometimes I do not. I might be very emotional and sensitive to what other people say, do or even their small gestures.

People might think I am a cheerful person. They might think that I am strong. But, in fact, I am none of those.

+SwEet MemOrleS+

2008-07-21T00:55:00.006+08:00

Sweet dreams are meant to be kept in mind and be reminded always, and so I do.

The guy of my dreams, sweet and caring he is. Handsome-looking such that every girl would be drunk in his dark brown eyes. He had chosen me, a plain-looking girl but looks good in anything she wears. And here's how the story goes :

We were the MCs for some night performance or it might be a campfire of some kind that was to be held in school. We arrived in school at about 7 plus when the final run-through was scheduled at 9am.
We went to the girls' toilet at the backstage and locked ourselves in. The floor was sparkling clean that enables us to see our reflection in it and we sat down, side-by-side, reading a book and munching on crackers.
As time went by, I began to feel sleepy and was yawning away. He's so sweet as to offer me his lap, so warm and relaxing that I doze off soon after.

He kissed me on my right cheek, a kiss so warm and gentle, I aroused from my nap and stared into his eyes, a pair of eyes filled with love, an abyss of love. I seem to sink deep down.
"He's so charming!?"
That's all that goes in my mind. I struggled to keep to my senses and so I managed to.
I looked past him, still lying on his lap, looking at the clock. Oh my god! It's 9.20am! We were late for the rehearsal. But the pair of eyes has the ability to make everything seems unimportant. We are late for the rehearsal I said dreamingly, still lost in his sweet gaze.

"Let's go then,” he helped me up and smoothen his shirt.
We took our bags and unlocked the door, with him holding my hands. At the instance he opened the door, we saw the stern looking face of the teacher-in-charge. We exchanged glances and read the thoughts off each other’s mind. He knew I was worried and returned a look reassuring me, nothing is going to happen to us. The teacher had a puzzled look but he urged us to move on, everyone is waiting for us to start the rehearsal.

Phew! What a close shave! The rehearsal was a success and we were given the rest of the day off before the performance that night. We went for lunch-cum-dinner, shop around and felt bored not long after. Thus we left for school again, returning to the world of our own. We rested, but this time round, I ensured that we will not be late for the actual performance.

During the campfire, we enjoyed ourselves and were the best partners ever seen. We were able to predict what we were going to say without the help of the scripts and it was seen as the best performance ever held in school.
I wore a black T-shit with shiny pink imprinted words, the sari-type of skirts and a pair of black boots, while he wore a navy-blue short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black cargo pants with a pair of light-blue sport shoes.
So casual but full of charm!
We singed and dance to the rhythm of the music, enjoy ourselves. The ambience was that of a pub when it is happy hours, with the sky sparkling due to the stars and the accessories hung to bring out the theme of the campfire.

The campfire ended with a song and everyone dancing around, dancing in their own unique steps. I wasn't paying much attention to him, blended into the crowds of happy students, when suddenly a pair of warm hands touched my face and the next thing I know was that his face, in front of me and his warm thin lips on mine.
I was shocked and my eyes were opened. But soon I closed my eyes, absorbed by his kiss and I subconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck causing him to be pulled nearer.
The kiss so slow and soft and I could smell him, the smell of a man. The innocent kiss turned into a French kiss, with our tongue entangled in each other’s month, tasting the sliver and sweet secrete. We were totally engrossed in the kiss, not caring about what is happening around, we kissed in the public, before the eyes of all and slowly, the images faded...

I awoke from the dreams...

+sHouLd a GirL taKe tHe inltiatlvE?+

2008-07-21T00:52:00.002+08:00

This was written during a workshop in secondary school, learning to present ourselves and be an outstanding presenter. Wrote it within 5 minutes, therefore what I have written is quite short. The instructor found what I wrote to be pretty interesting, so wish to share it with you.

In this modern world, I believe in the equality of both the male and female genders. If a man can do it, so can a woman.

Nowadays, some guys are quite shy, and when you love him and he loves you, you won't want to wait till he opens his mouth. It will take more than a decade. They need a little motivation, with the girl taking the first step, it helps to open them up and thereafter, they will take the initiative from then on.

If you are still going to believe in the 'traditional' way, whereby only the guys should take the initiative, them, there goes your Mr. Right when another girl 'opens' him up.

Guys are mostly more open, but they will be willing to let the girls take the first step to save them from the mushy stuff.

Therefore, my conclusion is, take the chance and fight it out, if not, say bye to your Mr. Right. The decision is yours to make!

+deViL's hOur+

2008-07-21T00:21:00.003+08:00

Wishes I have to turn into one -- A creature of the dark, a symbol of life after death.
Refined and defined features, an attractive, elegant creature I would be. But what interests me, is the dead heart! A heart, stiff like stone!
An evil twisted heart with a twisted soul I would have. A heart and soul that should never exist in reality. But pain and wounds would be gone, forever!

To save the human world, I will, but not a human slave. Never ever would I allow myself to a slave of human or to one of my kind. I would be the master of myself.

A vampire with the ability to recover fast, quickly, in the blink of an eye, without leaving an unsightly scar.
Unless pierced by the blade of a witch's knife, wielded with thousands of years of magic. Witch blood -- poison to the vampires. Any, be it powerful or weak.

A powerful vampire I would be, with such strong vampiric aura that would twist the stomach of witches and brujas -- hunters of the vampires. Brujas, without the magic of witches, are trained humans, trained for one-to-one combat against vampires. But I would not be defeated. A few thousands centuries I would live and for as long as I can and I will!

Pain inflicted by humans would be gone forever and ever.
Only painful memories left but soon it will fade as my life gets more and more interesting.

Vengeance would inquire revenge and that's what I should do and would do.
Silencing the humans that inflict pain to others, just for their own pleasure. These filthy brats have no reason to live... Life without them would be better! Killing is for the better of humans! Clearing them of the rubbish that polluted the once innocent Earth. But not under the service of humans.

I am my own boss.
Only my sire, the so called master, who must be well-respected in the league of vampires, can earn my respect.
Trust?!
Maybe... A vampire has their own honor to which they cannot defy -- but, to certain extend!
Trust between one another is to be earned and not granted!

Mysterioangel,
Awaiting Devil's Hour

+Death+

2008-07-21T00:17:00.003+08:00

I am just waiting.
Waiting for a chance.
A chance to commit suicide.

I will leave you in peace when I die. My death will be the end of everything. My sorrow, my sickness, my torture, my grief. The grief of loss of trust. The loss of kinship and friendship.
The only thing that keeps me living, the hope that our relationship would turn for the better. But I doubt it ever will. No one understands me. Not my friends, not my parents, not my family. My ability to everything is limited. I cannot withstand this. I am just as fragile as she is. My heart goes on pumping because of one reason, YOU! I can't bear to disappoint you.

Now that exam is near, I study hard. I want to do my best. But you never gave me a chance to. You never care about me as much as you did to her. She has illnesses you knew of. I have illnesses that are unknown to me or you.
If I wrote a will, you can take all the money, since I own it to you the moment I was born. Once I die, no one will grumble. I can't now as I will be living peacefully in the underworld.

You sided with her. No matter how much reason I have. I never have your support. I can turn bad, as bad as I can and want. You never know. The future has yet to reveal itself. Neither to me nor to you. Neither will know what it holds but I can say.

Daylight will never come to me.
Constantly living in the land of darkness and evil.
Constantly...

Mysterioangel,
An 'Angel' broken into 2

+DreAms...+

2008-07-20T23:57:00.004+08:00

Dreams!

Dreams that happen at a familiar place? At a beach, a harbor, a classroom, a teacher, a boy I love and my best friend.

Me, with an illness, a breathing problem, not asthma. The characters are unknown, the teacher, always receive lots of handmade roses. Brown, cause the person who sells the paper roses always sells brown.

I enjoy the time with my friends. We always go to the beach the harbor, the classroom. We will dance together, swim together and play together. The dream, which I cannot remember but in bits and pieces. I can remember a classroom on the harbor.

My friend loves the boy I love, we had been dancing together but a quarrel came up, about what, I don't know. Suddenly, she says she feels like jumping down. I told her she will die but she said its sea below she won't die, she knows how to swim. We looked down, it a platform with lots of sand, the tide is low. I persuaded her and finally, she did not.

Another occasion, I was asked to convey a message, I don't know what. When I found him, my illness starts to act up. He knew of my illness. But he doesn't know how to help me. He screamed for my best friend to help. But, my best friend too, doesn't know what to do. Then, slowly, it stops and that was all I can remember.

If we were blessed to dream, why can't we remember our dreams? If dreams were to be part of us, why can't we have the right to remember? Please God, please, if you can't let all humans remember their dreams. Please let me do so. I would gratefully thank you. I will. They are part of my sweet memory.

Mysterioangel,
A dreamy 'Angel'

+WorDs oF a mYstEriOus AngeL+

2008-07-20T23:50:00.005+08:00

Must I slit my wrist, swallow sleeping pills or eat panadol with coke to make you realize how hurt I am. Because of your change in attitude, I had no choice but to build a shield, an invisible wall between us.

Is there a need for me to die before you realize how much troubles I have or there might be none, since all my troubles will be gone with me. Six feet under might be a good place for me though.

Life is full of pain, let downs and suffering but the last thing to come out of the Pandora's Box --- Hope! But she forgot about mine. My hopes are, but empty hopes. Hopes that are being shattered once and again. My heart is broken. It has been shattered too many times. My heart shatters with my hopes which shatter at least once every day. Its way beyond amendments. Not even your love can help.

Should I collapse one day in order to let you know my deteriorating health? I might not live that long. I try to look forward, stay happy always. But those are just a mask. A tool used, to hide the true me. To prevent myself from being seen through and gain sympathy. I don't need sympathy. I need your love. Maybe, I am not meant to be a human. But a slave, an animal in human form. One that cannot help it, but just see things happen.

What is my need in coming to Earth? Suffer with no hopes? Why? Who can answer me? Maybe God will? But where is He? I might have turned to Satan for help before God can help me. God has too many people to look after and too few people are fit to be an Angel. Satan has lots of Devils that appears whenever Satan is busy to help. There is an Angel and a Devil in everyone. But it is easier to lure the Devil out than the Angel. True Angels are hard to come by...

Mysterioangel,
A heartbroken 'Angel'
that will soon turn 'Devil'

いりなの夢

‘A’ 水准毕业证书的价值

+__twO sldeS oF Life__+

+__LiFe__+

+__DarKnesS__+

+__sHatTerEd mlrRor__+

+__bRokEn loVe__+

+__whlch TypE aM I?__+

+__SwEet MemOrleS__+

+__sHouLd a GirL taKe tHe inltiatlvE?__+

+__deViL's hOur__+

+__Death__+

+__DreAms...__+

+__WorDs oF a mYstEriOus AngeL__+