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« Friday, June 01, 2007 »

CAPSem'o7 has officially closed (as in, ended, finished, completed, come to a close, concluded; you get the idea?). everybody go awwwwwwww. ):

anyway, right now i'm not exactly sad sad, and instead i'm feeling a rather disconcerting mixture of euphoria (and when i say euphoria i really mean euphoria) and this relatively small element of, whatchamacallit, pining. -now i say you don't look at me with that weird expression on your face, you wouldn't understand what i'm feeling now. [now everybody go, awwwwwww ):, and when you're done with it, silently add 'emokid'.] anyway, whatever that feeling that originated from getting your heart wired to too many other like-minded, no i mean, like-hearted hearts, i think it's all going to dissipate and dissolve into just pure, bad mood (also known as a temporarily incurable case of CAPSem'o7 withdrawal symptoms) after finally facing up to the things designed specifically to pull you out of your good moods, that is, (ahem) holiday homework. ohwell, poetry's supposed to capture fleeting images like these (not floating images, thanks! from now on thou shalt quoth me correctly, and it is obvious that shakespearean english from aCAPella has taken a toll on me, but more on that later.), but my brain's assailed by too many emotions that it can't churn out a piece of proper symbolic (or at least, linguistically accurate) poetry, so michelle will have to make do with narrative prose. or a narrative recount, for that matter. (oh and michelle now finds typing in brackets really cool, i mean, look at how she has spammed it! and toggling intermittently between first and third person is totally acceptable and out-of-this-world, considering a lot of councillors do it too, but then again, more about that later.)

okay i shall just do shoutouts. (: supposedly i could come back and speak entirely in verse, but i have yet to master that ability, and well, shoutouts are easy (to manipulate, haha!), and shoutouts are nice. okay this sounds overly and overtly childish, but still, it doesn't hurt to be childish from time to time. like hmm, doing the 'pop' in a really sad and melancholic, albeit childish tantrum-like way, at the end of one of our poetry slam haikus, but then again, more about that later. okay so here goes.

plenaries!
which would include forums, dialogue sessions, and well, all other mass CAPper gatherings at lt13. i am thankful for my most dearest consciousness, which did not abandon me to go gallivanting in dreamworld in the middle of such talks! because they were truly insightful if you paid attention - not that i did all the while, but - never mind if you are tempted to disagree. but no, staying outside in the sweltering sun while waiting for the doors of lt13 to open (which do not open for some weird reason or another) is not fun at all, though we did find the awfully antique drink known as qoo (or Qoo, if it makes more sense this way) amongst the drinks that the vending machine very kindly dispensed. anyhow, the forum was terribly engaging, i think eleanor wong's viewpoints are so, so acute they just make you wonder what on earth you were doing with your mind when she voices them out. yong shu hoong is an interesting moderator, haha. no as in, the questions that he asks to keep the discussion going are interesting. :D oh and i think i will just miss lt13 as a whole, having had so many mass lectures (or should i just stick to calling them plenaries) in it that it almost feels like a home in nus. (wait maybe that should be eusoff hall, argh i am sick of typing this but more of that later.) sitting on those chairs and finding as many ways of arranging your body around that chair and foldout table invariably leaves some sort of impression on your mind.
oh and to the councillor (who would never read this, i think?) who peered at my feedback form while i was filling it up, and who gleefully asked if i played the piano while singing at the same time when i wrote 'piano, (voice)' in the 'what musical instruments do you play?' section: grawr.
ohohOH and the loud poem by ng yi-sheng! now who could have forgotten that. (:

eusoff hall!
d301! i love the keys, by the way. i remember commenting to sarah that shuttling to and fro the dormitories and dining hall on our own just gave me such an empowering sensation. and even though i couldn't exactly sleep on the first night thanks to a wait for the ghost that never came (meaning: overactive imagination), i sort of miss the relatively hard bed now that i'm going to plonk myself on the comfortable one at home. it just defines the entire CAP (i shall break my tradition of not capitalizing words, because CAP and CAP alone must be capitalized) experience, squeezing your way through people and their chairs in a bid to find a space to sit down and enjoy (your maybe not so enjoyable) breakfast/lunch/dinner, jumping up and down while waiting for your turn to bathe and knowing that you only have 10 minutes before reporting for breakfast and there are still 3 people before you in the queue, navigating your way through the numerous flights of staircases perhaps unique to eusoff hall and eusoff hall alone, that's almost the backbone of your existence through this entire CAP seminar. tienli and i are secretly hoping that when we come back for CAP in jc1 (should i get in) we can get back our respective rooms.

m.lee + sa'at + a.lee!
writing workshop facilitators, if you haven't realized. apparently i am bound to be in the same room as certain controversial characters whenever i go for writing workshops. anyway, i thought all of them were extremely inspiring (which would account for me writing quite a bit of poems this holiday, on top of stressing myself out over homework), but i particularly enjoyed sa'at's and a.lee's. :D the improvisations during the playwriting one were side-splittingly hilarious, what with a busker that speaks in song, another busker that's a werewolf, and yet another busker that is a chinese supermacist (think hitler with an inclination for the chinese), alongside a karaoke competition champion that sings a hip-hop version of our national anthem, a dentist with credentials from coxford university and sudden acts of violence unleased on unknowing characters. i love how sa'at can just think of ideas on the spot to spur the entire improvisation going, even though they may be slightly wonky at times but then again aren't our improvisations all wonky, and how you can just spout really politically incorrect statements for the sake of your characters because he's totally tolerant. and a.lee's workshop! i daresay we were the only people that got an entirely hands-on workshop, with minimal, or should i say close-to-none, lecture on the facilitator's part. the writing exercies truly got me going, and i still think that the one which i wrote in response to alvin pang's 'evening' is one of my better pieces during the entirety of CAP. now who wants to come with me to his book launch, 8thjune, 7.30pm, booksactually!

SLAMMERS!
okay i am going to devote one extremely long paragraph, or maybe if circumstances call for it, several long paragraphs, to all my dear performance groupmates! (: i think we're just ohsocool because no other performance group has a special name and a well, cheer (?) like we do! either that or i'm just living in my egocentric world. anyhow, this was a bunch of fantastic people because they were all so creative and their dramatizations of them were just, whoa. say, the group whose members look like jc-ers but are actually not, the eventual champions of the slam, ~~my group~~ (michelle sincerely apologies on the behalf of the deranged writer for this sudden strike of egotistical behaviour), and come to think of it, basically everyone. the funny moments with ray and chris, the pseudo-twins jesslyn (dubious spelling, hm) and lynette, the actual twins brian (wait ohno dubious spelling, again!) and keith, commando girl tienli, the jane hirshfield fanclub, and the smart ri guy (haha stereotype! no offence meant, anyhow.) whom ray goes for word definitions all the time. now who could forget the classic moments of poetry slam, CAPSem'o7? the 'hi grandma' and the numerous spin-offs courtesy of (once again) commando girl, the if-you-don't-keep-quiet-i-shall-hit-you-with-the-paper-box-cover incidents, the dramatization of jabberwocky just for laughs, and the numerous puns and jokes exchanged through the course of those five days. oh and of course ray's classic haiku, which i can't remember exactly, but which i know deals with the princess refusing to kiss the croaking frog-prince because a talking one is worth more. you don't go away forgetting such things, really.
and beyond that, there's more to poetry slam than just fun and more fun. on the third day we had this haiku hike that was at the patch of grass just behind the ucc for inspiration to write our slam haikus, and even though it might have been nothing much to the commoner, it was through that experience that i believe we all learnt something about living in the moment, loving life as it is now, and at the most basic level, appreciating nature for what it is worth. ray's debrief made the entire experience all the more meaningful, and i'm so thankful that i didn't merely pick up another art form through this performance workshop, but alongside it a new attitude, a new perspective on life, and that's what made it all the more enriching.
of course, my dear slam groupmates, sarah and kelvin, and our slam groupmate that was not to be, wayne. x) i thought we worked together really well as a team, and i'm awfully, tremendously proud of us because our ideas were just so brilliant, and sarah, even though you weren't there this morning while we ran through our 3 slam haikus, ray just absolutely loved our dramatizations of them. (: (michelle once again apologizes for yet another strike of egotistical behaviour on the writer's part. she might bring her to a doctor soon.) i might have been real bossy, irritating and downright mean through it all, but i must say that you guys are probably the best friends that i would have ever made throughout this entire CAP seminar. doing all the well, embarassing actions and injecting raw emotion into every word helped build up my confidence and courage, and i thank you all for being there for me all the while. much love from me to you!
finally, ray and chris. even though this haiku slam was an entirely new experiment for them and us (hahal, reminds me of the advertisement: that's the difference between them n'us.) and we were perhaps rather disorganized, they never gave up the faith in us, and provided us with so much guidance and so much laughter to keep us going that made slam almost the highlight of each day. the entire conceptualization of the slam was so original and fresh, plus all the goodies (like meiji chocolate, oh i swoon!) that they gave us were indeed much, much love. and ms savinder (yet another case of dubious spelling, i'm sorry) who didn't exactly made her presence known, but who rendered us so much help backstage that everything wouldn't have been possible without her.
oh slammers! i wish we had all of each other's e-mails, then we could stay in contact or something. okay hopefully the mass e-mail will come around soon, then we should start an lj community or something. sorry but i am just filled with way too much love for these dearest people. :D

councillors!
the people who wake up the earliest and sleep the latest. maybe we were a bunch of unruly kids (even though i resent being called a kid), but i daresay all of us are immensely glad for this group of people who were always there to guide our way. never got to truly thank these people, but for memories' sake i shall put them down here. (oh i wanted to say, 'honour them here', but it has double meanings which are not nice, think along the veins of 'going home'. sorry but i am morbid, and i cannot help it.)
sutha(: eastcoast.net's councillor! (i say through gritted teeth, more about eastcoast.net, LATER.) i remember the time when she had to run around the dormitories looking for certain people from our group (i shall not name, because they are still friends after all :D) because we were due for a forum in about 2 minutes' time, and even though the missing people came back before she did, she never did complain and i felt really sorry for her because she had to run up and down (and maybe across) the dormitories, yet i truly looked up to her for being such a responsible councillor and not even muttering about all the extra stress that we had put on her. oh and orientation games wouldn't have been fun without her!
yiyong(: whose poetry i really like! (yeah 'technicolor rainbow', 'dictionary' and no i like 'when the nightingale sang' as well.) of course, the other eastcoast.net councillor, even though i didn't know him well. ): thanks for bringing us around anyhow, and i wish i had more to say, grawr.
bensen&kegan&glendon(: (i think? oh no i shouldn't be forgetting councillors' names. why!) poetry slam councillors. ;D oh and bensen who seems to be present for almost every writing workshop that i go for. i know they were really stressed out, but they still cared for slammers as a whole and never failed to answer our questions and were very nice to us all. (: (never mind if they may not exactly get my name right. not a lot of people do, anyway.) maybe they should have gone under the slammers section, but nevermind.
adeline(: or del, or the person who hammers on doors to wake us up every morning. i never got the chance to thank her properly for doing morning calls early - can you imagine how early she would have to wake up then? i think i'll drop her an e-mail soon. and although it was hard to get us all up, she always greeted us with a cheery good morning, and that always helped to start my day on a bright and cheerful note.
haslina(: who pushed in our chairs and took care of the food. we should be eternally grateful to her. and aww i'm glad we made a difference in her CAP experience. (i am quoting. do not lambast me, thanks.)
councillors in general, though i might not know everyone by face(: (i think i merely identify with aCAPella columns, hee.) thank you for making CAP seminar this year a gigantic, tremendous success. thank you for all the sacrifices that you guys have made, and we love you, with our hearts and souls. (:
[oh and ed! let's just say we all felt really cheated when they announced who ed was. grrrrr.]

EastCoast.net!
my fellow orientation groupmates, and mealmates. (: i might not have talked to each and every one of you, nor been really close to you all, but i can say honestly that i appreciate all your company and just sitting together during mealtimes is more than enough. and i sincerely apologize if i withdraw into random poetry writing sessions (or more accurately, word scribbling sessions) at times. ): anyhow you are the people that i first bonded with when we started off at CAP seminar, and you guys are definitely on par with the slammers. (sorry my emotional attachment with slammers is still very, very great. nothing shall surpass slammers! but of course you can be on equal footing, like eastcoast.net! all hail the deluge of exclamation marks!) alif benjamin claudette johnson lynette melissa sarah sharifah siti tienli tirmuzi vanessa wayne & sutha & yiyong. (:

i am sarah michelle 'gellar' + fangirl!
respectively, wayne, sarah, michelle, tienli, and kelvin. it was all (guess who) tienli's idea, of course. we all have alter egos anyhow, like hmm, 'i am' is the deep, philosophical poetry analyst, sarah is well, slc-obsessed and a sonnet nut, michelle is this idiot who has been typing at her computer for at least 3 hours (and who has been accused of putting on a pseudo-british accent, when it didn't sound half as bad and exaggerated as when the commenter put it on, and flatly disagrees that her way of speaking be termed as a pseudo-british accent because she had never meant it to sound british in the first place. she thinks it is the CAP accent that michelle - as in, michayye.livejournal.com - wrote about in her lj last year. and ooh how elitist that sounds. hmph), 'gellar' is the one who sings while walking back from slam sessions to eusoff hall and makes random comments about everything and anything, and well, fangirl had not much of a choice but be called fangirl by (guess who again) tienli. also known as the group who convenes together in my messy place of a room every night during contact time for mass writing sessions, which eventually degenerated into merely book reading sessions, but all the same, a fantastic group of people indeed. we have a group photo! :D which i am too lazy to put up just for now, because i want to have yet another post dedicated to CAP photos, and CAP photos only. (i am desperate for the group shot, and for the slammers shot, and also the raffles shot, too bad we didn't have a orientation group shot. sigh!)
(:

aCAPella!
oh wonderful wonderful brainfood indeed! whenever i fail to bring a storybook along to fill the voids of after-mealtime boredom, aCAPella's always there for you. (: oh the columns bordering on the well, borderline, and the wonderful creation of serene. which was all a fake, aww. ): oh and our batch has got the inaugural version of aCAPella's subisidiary, the soapbox, considering we were so actively spamming, no i say, submitting pieces of work to the soapbox. :D haha i should go examine all the random scribblings in the margins during my free time. and take it out when a sudden pang of 'i miss CAP' arises. which might be immediately after i finish this post.

random memories!
to be added on when i think of more. and shall be numbered just to show the astronomical proportions of CAP seminar's magnificence.

#1: walking from ucc all the way back to eusoff hall on vesak day, because it was a public holiday and the shuttle buses took a vesak day break as well. inclusive of the following points:
- listening to tienli singing random snatches of random songs
- overtaking (disgruntled) people
- trying to compose haikus in a destabilized state of mind
- watching an ri guy go on a sugar high and hop up a flight of stairs on one foot
- watching our feet go at astronomical speeds and unable to stop them from going too fast.
#2: laughing at all the ahemahem poems written by smax and assorted people during poetry slam.
#3: sarah and i being all-too-nosey girls and attempting to help the guys move away the humongous circular table smack in the middle of ucc suite 2, and not coming to much help in the end.
#4: marvelling at how chocolate bars quickly solidify in ucc suite 2, and enjoying the chocolate bar in question during a mass writing session later in the night.
#5: going on a sudden spurt of rafflesian-ism and doing random raffles cheers and singing random raffles songs at the bus stop while waiting for the shuttle bus after slam session one night.
#6: getting squished like a can of sardines on the shuttle bus back to eusoff hall.
#7: looking at how the handholds of the bus bob in synchronized motion when we hit a bump in the road, and debating over whether it should be described as 'choreographed', or not.
#8: sharing food, and clearing humongous chunks of vegetables into a black plastic bag of trash.
#9: multitasking during plenaries; taking notes and writing poems.
#10: getting arrowed by m.lee to answer questions because she was a rafflesian herself and we were way too quiet for her liking.
#11: ray writing down 'umm' to a question of 'why do you like poetry?' when the respondent was clearly still formulating her answer. and making a real philosophical face at that.
#12: the blatant irony of a group of hwachong guys naming their slam group 'raffles'.
#13: having the percussion rhythm throb non-stop in your brain in the aftermath of the closing ceremony.
#14: swooning over cyril wong's wonderful poetry.
#15: writing a collaborative poem, that ended up being titled, 'a cryptic poem'.
#16: talking to people in toilets, and making friends in this most unorthodox manner.
#17: collectively arguing, no i mean tastefully articulating our views, when the ucc people refused to let us in to watch the drama performance.
#18: tienli taking rather ahem photos of the guys across the dressing room. (i am not, i stress, not responsible for any of those photos. i am merely a guilty observer.)
#19: raffles congregation on the last day of CAP seminar, during dinner just before the closing ceremony, in yet another bout of rafflesian-ism.
#20: general school population being prefects for once, and checking the p.i.ts who have very promptly turned rather illegal during the course of this CAP seminar. (i, was, kidding. seriously!)
#21: trying to figure out who's who between the twin brothers, brian and keith. and sarah making a not-so-nice comment.
#22: running to the foyer from backstage after slam, back to backstage, and once more to the foyer in a serious case of miscommunication.
#23: wondering why certain councillors turned up in different school uniforms on thursday, and laughing at a councillor who was proudly wearing an acs tie but sporting an rgs badge.
#24: ng yi-sheng's loud poem. this does not require any elaboration.
#25: looking at the old copies of aCAPella during CAP alumni sharing, and chuckling at the chinese translation of the name. feeling stupid at not joining CAP alumni and listening to teng qian xi's poetry that is, beyond the norm.
#26: playing old maid during breakfast. and feeling downright childish.
#27: watching the once thought to be jc people playing with their slr and doing quite a bit of fashion photography.
#28: mulling over the great installation art at the eusoff hall bus stop, which was basically, a poor eight-legged spider squashed within a display stand.
#29: laughing at the fruit and vegetable band and their uprorariously funny songs.
#30: finally getting proper food at formal dinner. and tienli doing a great deal of cosplaying.
#31: watching azira and the rest of eastlife (haha!) doing their item during formal dinner performances! (:
#32: loserly staring at the violinist in the band even though i ought to be listening to the song as a whole.
#33: this list will be continued at alternative venues (read: lj) for length considerations. which isn't very considerate because the post is already overly long. if i had to write for aCAPella (if i got a chance, that is) i would die from word limits.

last words!
no i am not dying, and neither are the memories of CAPSeminar'o7 ever going to die. i feel really blessed to have been able to be a part of this 170-strong residential camp, and not only has it inspired me to take my writing to higher levels, provided me with many valuable insights as to interpreting the role of technology in the dissemination and proliferation of the written word, and given me a chance to experience life on nus, as an individual part of a larger community, it has brought me a whole truckload of beautiful memories, and i have met fantabulous people along the way. i have lived for the moment then, and because the moments were just so brief, everything felt so surreal, and reality now seems so commonplace, so uninspiring. right now i'm even starting to feel a little frustrated, wondering why everything had to be taken away so quickly, wishing i could just turn back time and go meet all these people, go through the entire experience one more time. i am not broken, i am merely wondering whether this fragile web of emotions will cushion the fall from the gravity of reality. now somehow i can't wait for next year to come again, so that i can apply for councillorship, hopefully get in, and be part of this seminar that will change so many lives, mould so many hearts, once more. and if i can, i would want to do it every year, maybe become a super senior. i don't know, that's how i feel. and that's what i want now, at this point in time.
ohjoy i sound emo. but when you have such a strong connection with something, it's hard not to feel anything when you're forced to part with it, and face your humdrum existence in life once more. suddenly i've realized how much more i've missed out in life. in a sense it's both telling you that there's so much more to do, but then again it may very well be one of those very few chances where you really get to do these extraordinary things.
okay anyway i feel better now. catharsis is good for you. i feel like just putting down one poem from a.lee's workshop, even though it isn't good at all, but it sort of expresses what i feel now. ohwell, here goes. (and yes michelle, or michayye, i think my style has changed.)

evening (inspired by alvin pang's poem by the same title)
nothing, but an interlocking of rush-hour traffic
and the silent splendour of the dark, distillate
of the flowing liquid: solvent of bubbling day dissolved in
calming night. a sprinkle, a scattering on the pavement,
on streets by riversides, and a choreographed
dance of pyrotechnic lights, illuminating.
nothing but a murmuring bustle underfoot, by your side,
in the old shophouses lit up by conversation, from inside.

and yet, allow yourself this instant, this freedom, and
meander towards the solution of tranquility. feel the
gentle breeze as it sweeps your velvety-smooth skin, adore
the caressing touch of her fingers through your long, ebony hair.
take in the glassy blackness of the water, out of reach only
beyond the railing, and see the swirls of the rainbow as
you stand and gaze, and as it flows and pirouettes.

now, look back and see in your mind's eye the
throngs and throes of humanity drowning their sorrows,
fueling their indiscriminate ecstasies,
in man-made concoctions of beer and wine.
now turn back and drown your disappointment in the
undrinkable, intoxicating elixir of nature,
that you, only, love.

[edit] ooh and just to make this post seem ever more impressively (or irritatingly) long, i shall add in the wonderful 'loud poem' by ng yi-sheng. and show you the creepiness of his wordplay. as follows.

A Loud Poem to Be Read to A Very Obliging Audience

(tictic
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BOOM.)

I want a loud poem,
A proud poem,
A head-high-touch-the-sky-unbowed poem;
Loud poem,
Not a shroud poem,
Loud poem.

I want a loud poem: amplitude, altitude, attitude,
Frequency, longitudinality, latitude,
Wavelength, crest to crest, crest to trough, speed,
Compression-rarefaction of the air as I read;
I want a loud poem: microphone, megaphone tone,
Electronics, stereophonics, harmonics, polyphone,
Rhythm rhythm meta-metronome, pitching note by note
And the bare-air body-blare beating of my throat -
I like it loud!
Mike check, test one two three -
Loud!
Mike check, test A B C -
Loud!
Mike check, test do re mi -
Loud! Poem!
Fa so la ti do!

I claim the right to read, I claim the right to bleed,
I claim the right to poetry in word and deed,
I claim the right to sound, the right to be unbound,
I claim poetry for people plus the other way round.
I claim the right to speech, the right to preach to reach
For violence against silence and the freedom of screech
And I claim the right to be completely wrong
Because poetry changes nothing!
Tequila!
I claim the right to sound, the right to fury too -
I signify nothing, nor do you!
So might as well (what the hell) take a line and yell it till your face burns blue!

I want a loud poem,
A crowd poem,
A just-a-little-louder-than-allowed poem,
Not a cloud poem
(Unless its mushroom clouds)
Loud poem.

I want a loud poem: consonance, assonance, alliteration,
Simile, symbology, apology, no annotation,
Onomatopoeia-layer, mix-a-metaphorically,
Diction, fiction, rhetoric, depiction allegorically,
Loud poem! Sweeter meter, fall on your iambic feet,
Colour, culture, contrast, conflict, composition and conceit!
Grammar-hammer! Punctuation! Paper-vaporising ink!
Rhyme, prime, rhyme sublime! Time to breathe and time to think!

(Pause)
Okay, times up -
I claim the right to feel, I claim the right to heal,
I claim the right to realities unreal and real,
I claim the right to touch, I claim the right to clutch,
I can move men and mountains although neither by much.
I claim the right to mean - and is the right obscene
To make a toast to the most of the human machine?
And I claim the right to make a joyful noise
Though in the long run were all dead!
Waka waka!
I claim the right to stuff on which dreams are made:
Like this insubstantial pageant, Im gonna fade!
The worlds a stage - lets rage, shake the ribs of your cage - remember what the audience paid!

Loud! -

(rotating hips slowly)
Lip lip,
Teeth tongue,
Larynx pharynx,
Lung lung,
Breath pulse,
Wrist wrist,
Heart no bigger than your fist,
Blood brain,
Mind meat,
Head trunk,
Hands feet,
Pain strain,
Stress heat,
Body-body-body-beat!

(to be read while banging your head with whatever’s convenient on each first syllable and wildly dancing)
Mary had a little lamb!
Do you like green eggs and ham!
I love you and you love me!
Frame thy fearful symmetry!
Let us go then, you and I!
Like a diamond in the sky!
EIEIEIO!
Happy birthday and hello!
Loud poem! Free expression, inhibition, exhibition!
Mission! Higher moral fibre heavy oral ammunition!
Mental dental transcendental magic an imagination,
Mass communication, media, publishing, repagination!
Preservation of the moment! Stop the clocks for recollection!
Self-reflection! Breaking walls and mirrors, auto-vivisection!
Order out of chaos! From infinity to sanity!
Immortality! For only you can save humanity!
Desperation! Respiration!
Inspiration! Expiration!
Thunderclapping! Bubblewrapping!
Bang Im dead! (fall down on ground, dying)

Ah! Ah! Ah ah ah -
Ah claim the right to face, I claim the right to space,
I claim the right to everyday in upper case,
I claim the right to name, I claim the right to flame,
Though I know that no-ones given me the right to claim.
I claim the right to dream - theme, scheme, extreme!
Let me sing of your voice which is your own to redeem!
And I claim your right not to listen to me -
I respect that!
(pause, gulp, loud burp)
I claim the right to be, yet to question too -
Then perchance to dream a little dream of you -
So might as well (give em hell) take a line and yell it till it sounds half-true!

I want a loud poem.
A loud poem
Then again,
I think what I really want is a glass of water.
(Pause)

This poem will self-destruct in five seconds.
Thank you.

performance poetry for you, and a truly mindblowing one at that. how memorable, hee. (: [/edit]

and because less is more, i shall end off by saying
I LOVE YOU CAP SEMINAR'o7!
and that it is you that all of us, truly, love.

composed; 10:22 PM :D