Coming Out of the Closet

I think its about time I be honest with you guys.
Not just for you guys, but mainly for myself.

See, ever since I was about, lets say 13,
I began to notice I was different from other guys.

Not physically different,
But more so emotionally.

While they imagined undressed girls,
My mind would be thinking of... well, unmentioned other things.

While the guys played sports, I would rather
Just sit by and watch the guys play sports.

Then everyone started getting girlfriends
While I was just, uhm, simply being me.

I don't think it's fair
That I greet my male friends with an occasional hug,

Bath in the communal showers,
And even crash in the same beds sometimes.

Well what I'm trying to say...
Or rather admit...

Which I'm finding rather difficult by the way,
Is that I'm officially coming out of the closet today.

I like...

Well....

I like...

(Gosh this is had to say)

I, uh...

Okay I'm just going to say it.



I. Like. Poetry.



XD

Nope, sorry but I'm not interested in guys.

I'm not gay.



Yes, some is taken out of context but true, and of course some lines were fabricated to egg you on.

At 13 I began to realize I had more depth than my peers.

About then I thought about science almost more than anything else too.

And I was never a team sport person. You all know that.

I've been infatuated only a couple times, and only twice did I give in to it. Neither lasted long. And I don't count recent events to be infatuation.

The hugging part onwards were the egging lines... XD

And yes, though I believe I've done so quite long ago;

Today, by the power vested in me, bla bla bla, la di la la, I officiate myself as no longer a closet poet.

Lol.

But on to serious matters;

Neither Pen Nor Parchment

I wish to be both a word smith,

And a poet of motion.

I want to express my thoughts into substance,

And pour my feelings into grace.
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If people will not see me for who I am,

Then I want to be one who makes everything I do;

Beautiful and aesthetic,

If only so that people will see from my actions that I am different.
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I want my life to be a poem, reflecting it's Writer's thoughts.

I don't want to be the pen writing it down,

Nor do I want to be the parchment written on.

I want to be the poem.
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And if I am to be inscribed onto the lives of those around me,

Then along with me, let Yourself be etched onto them,

So that someday, perhaps;

They too may be poets.

This keyboard,
Is mine.
That poem,
Is Yours.

Gone

You know that feeling you get when your friends leave after a party, one by one getting into their cars and driving away? For me it feels like the fun is slowly leaving along with them. One by one, piece by piece of the joy slowly whisked away to be brought home by them, till you're left with nothing but a memory of it.

It usually happens car by car.

This time, all it took was one.

Four suitcases,
A violin,
Two lap tops,
One dad,
One sister.

Time

Three months,
A week,
A day,
Four hours,
Two minutes,
None.

The only way to value time
Is to see what is held by it.

So have a childhood together,
A week on a holiday,
A day spent at the park,
An hour at lunch,
Seven minutes on the phone,
Or none.

As long as we hold this friendship dear,
I will value both a childhood and no time at all.
For though I value the time I spent with you,
Superseding that is our bond.

An hour in a cab,
Twenty-four hours in a plane,
A couple days in Boston,
A year as a sophomore.

I will truly miss your company.

Hail

I wrote this long ago in a reply to my sister. I recently stumbled across it and since she's leaving for the States tomorrow, I decided to post it here.

With a warm love,
Refreshing in the frigid cold,
Watch in wonder,
Watch in awe,
As the snowflakes fall
About and around,
And silently thank the Lord,
That nothing bigger is falling.

THUDing my way onwards,

Sam

Sean's Tag

Okay Sean. I know this tag is like a month old but I finally did it eh.

Yea darn, I'm lazy.

Name: Samuel Wong Guo Dhong

Sisters: Sarah Wong

Brothers: Blood bros only… =P

Shoe size: US 9.0

Height: I haven’t the darnest idea. Average guy height I guess

Where do you live: In the middle of nowhere, aka Paragon Heights

Favorite drinks: Water, Shandy, Milo ice, Longan Cincau, Syrup Bandung with Sprite

Have you ever been on a plane: Yeap

Swam in the ocean: If you count ocean as “connected or on the edge of the largest bodies of water on earth” then yes

Fallen asleep in school: Yes, and no regrets. He was BORING

Broken someone’s heart: Yes, including my own

Fell off your chair: Umpteenth times

Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Yes, more than once, both waiting for news of a friend’s medical condition

Saved e-mails: Saved implying rescued from the trash bin? Mine don’t go there anyway

What does your room look like: Pale blue walls, warm white lights, straw colored roman curtains, laminated wood floor, dark wood built in wardrobe and table, Dell 4700 on table, mattress on floor, chin up bar in bathroom doorway, jeans on back of door, yesterday’s shirt on bottom left corner of floor, undated clothing on random coordinates, books piled in random stack on table, empty soda can next to keyboard, dirty boxers half tucked underneath bed… You get the point

What is the last thing you ate: Marshmallows

Ever had chicken pox: Caught it from my sister a couple years back

Sore throat: Now and then

Stitches: 27 on the left thigh from gashing it on the way down a 12 foot drop. On my old pair of jeans I mean

Do you believe in love at first sight: Only with inanimate objects

Like picnics: Depends who they’re with

Who was the last person you danced with: If you mean in general, then it’s Ty. If you meant slow danced, then I’ll let you know that my dad reads my blog sometimes

Last person who made you smile: Zethan *Silicone!!!*

Today did you talk to someone you like: If I didn’t then I’d just be the sad. I'm not sad

Do you eat healthy: Currently making an effort to do so

Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you: Few people haven’t. I’m not part of that few

Are you loud or quiet most of the time: Both, depending on the amount of sugar I have in my blood

Are you confident: My friends think so but I’m not to sure about that. I know my limits

5 things I was doing 10 years ago:
- Learning my times tables
-Tugging at girls’ hair
-Rolling down grassy hills
-Cycling
-Thinking my English teacher was hot

5 things on my to-do list today:
-Jam with my sister
-Practice magic
-Plan next month’s expenses
-Buy new mike
-Polish new one-handed cut

5 snacks I enjoy:
-Fruit
-Cookies
-Chocolate
-Potato Chips
-Anything considered junk

5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:
-Sponsor my sister’s PhD
-Set my parents for life
-Give 10% to God
-Visit *someone special*
-Get married

5 of my bad habits:
-I’m crap lazy
-I’m messy
-I have a tendency to churn out put downs
-I’m a perfectionist
-I take things to extremes

No tags this time

To Mediate

A summation of acts

An amalgamation of decisions

A collective archive of memories


A mediation between the three


I am


Resolute


In making better decisions

So as to change the way I act

Thus changing the memories I form


By doing so I make my own self


Different


In a way I see fit


For a summation of acts

An amalgamation of decisions

A collective archive of memories


And a mediation between the three


Is what I am

Heh

Ty you funny guy.

I don't ignore people on my blog.

I reply on theirs.

XD