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Saturday, July 29, 2006 3:25 PM

As we all prepare diligently for the coming prelims and PSLE, I suddenly keep having flashbacks of the distant past, so near, yet so distant. It has only been 2 years, yet it seems like eternity. Near yet distant is now my MSN nick. My nicks have always been changing according to my mood, sometimes when I don't know what to write, I just put 'zhen'. I guess that is the most neutral. I start to miss the times where we scrreamed and shouted, the moment where we took everything for granted, the seconds where nothing else mattered. Looking back at the past 2 years, it all seems to have flew by, so fast, too fast for us to stop and look, too fast for us to stop amnd treasure. Now, all of those can only remain as memories, deep in the abyss of our hearts...

The times, they have all passed me like a strong wave of water, like a quick gush of wind, like a beautiful shooting star. Even simple memories like wishing our teachers 'Happy Teachers' Day' as a class after the daily 'Good morning' greeting, screaming and creating the bad impression on our teachers, collecting pizza for our class party, sleeping in class because of exhaustion, moaning about workload. Wow! It was all so simple, and yet they passed so fast, too fast for us to reminisce, too fast for us to simply stop and look back at the near yet distant past. As I sit in front of this artificial computer screen and this artificial chinese revison paper, I look back at all the memories, and wish for them to be relived. As I sit in front of this artificially-real world, I close my eyes, but the tears do not come, they are not meant to come. I close my eyes to remember, remember those times, and yet they do not appear in front of my eyes, they have disapeared in the fast pace of life. They have disappeared while we try to run this never0ending marathon called 'life', they have disappeared beyond reach, beyond our long yet short arms, our vast yet limited imagination, our smart yet stupid brain. As I sit in front of this computer screen, as I listen to the soothign music, as I am led on by what I do not wish to be led on by, I have an urge to write down all that I can remember, of which is only a small molecule of what has passed...

Near yet so distant

With hands so long
and yet so short
With an imagination so vast
and yet so limited
we reach out for the near
yet distant past

We close our hands about
something so blur
and yet so precious
We open our hands
to find nothing but gists
gists of memories
memories that have disappeared
along with every breathe we take
along with our footsteps

I look back once more
and say a sincere sorry
to all those that i have offended
to all those who i have forgotten
to those memories
which I have lost
to all that's left of
the shattered me

I try to force out
a drop of tear
to shed out what is the only fluidity left
in the oh, so shattered me
I try to feel about
this dark, colorless world
I try to find out the meaning
of what seems to be
so near
and yet so distant