In lieu of the movie played at the under the banyan tree outside the national museum. I took the three songs that I can remember most about the movie. Back in the times when drugs didn't really affect their lyrics or song-writing I Should Have Known Better I should have known better with a girl like you, that I would love everything that you do; and I do, hey, hey, hey, and I do.
Whoa, oh, I never realized what a kiss could be, this could only happen to me;
can't you see, can't you see,
That when I tell you that I love you, oh, you're gonna say You love me too, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, And when I ask you to be mine, you're gonna say you love me too. You love me too, you love me too.
And I Love Her I give her all my love That's all I do And if you saw my love You'd love her too I love her
She gives me ev'rything And tenderly The kiss my lover brings She brings to me And I love her
A love like ours Could never die
As long as i Have you near me
Bright are the stars that shine Dark is the sky I know this love of mine Will never die And I love her
Bright are the stars that shine Dark is the sky I know this love of mine Will never die And I love her
Can't Buy Me Love Can't buy me love, love Can't buy me love
I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright 'cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so Can't buy me love, no no no, no
Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
guess where this one came from... I'm flipping with a coin that's got a tail on either side
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Sunday, August 19
songs for war
The Little Things Give You Away by Linkin Park
Water creeps through the windows Up the stairs Chilling rain Like an ocean Everywhere
Chorus: Don't want to reach for me do you? I mean nothing to you The Little Things Give You Away And now there will be no mistaking The levees are breaking All you've ever wanted Was someone to truly look up to you And six feet under water I do (End Chorus)
Hope decays Generations disappear Washed away As a nation simply stares
Don't want to reach for me do you? I mean nothing to you The Little Things Give You Away But now there will be no mistaking The levees are breaking All you've ever wanted Was someone to truly look up to you And six feet under water I do All you've ever wanted Was someone to truly look up to you And six feet under ground now I Now I do
Little things give you away Little things give you away Little things give you away Little things give you away Little things give you away
(Little things give you away)
All you've ever wanted Was someone to truly look up to you
(Little things give you away)
has a nice message in it
Second song: War by Edwin Starr War What is it good for Absolutely nothing War What is it good for Absolutely nothing War is something that I despise For it means destruction of innocent lives For it means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes When their sons go out to fight to give their lives
War What is it good for Absolutely nothing Say it again War What is it good for Absolutely nothing
War It's nothing but a heartbreaker War Friend only to the undertaker War is the enemy of all mankind The thought of war blows my mind Handed down from generation to generation Induction destruction Who wants to die
War What is it good for Absolutely nothing Say it again War What is it good for Absolutely nothing
War has shattered many young men's dreams Made them disabled bitter and meanLife is too precious to be fighting wars each day War can't give life it can only take it away
War It's nothing but a heartbreaker War Friend only to the undertaker Peace love and understanding There must be some place for these things today They say we must fight to keep our freedom But Lord there's gotta be a better way That's better than War
War What is it good for Absolutely nothing Say it again War What is it good for Absolutely nothing
stop thinking about Jackie Chan andstart thinking about the lyrics
escorted @ 11:58 PM;
Known Poem
"I wonder" by Sgt. Walter Baldwin, member of the "Lost Battalion"(great show)
I wonder, was it all worthwhile - 'Cause I sit here in hobo style. Maybe it is my just reward For withstanding the shells of the German Horde.
Back in the War of 1918, When we answered the fearful Allied scream, Off to camp with the rest of the boys, Forsaking all of life's comforts and joys.
We doffed the mufti for a uniform, And drilled 'til dark, from early dawn. The bitter cold from all the streams, But we drilled and hiked on Army beans.
The sound of the bugle, the roll of the drum, We heard each day 'til the training was done. Off to the transports, across the foam - Leaving all we loved dearly back at home.
We land in England - the voyage is over, Then on we moved to the cliffs of Dover. Across the Channel.- we're on our way, Then pitch our camp near old Calais.
We get our gas masks, and a new British rifle, Then we're hurried to Arras, a drive to stifle. But the Hun is tired, postpones the attack, Then the British take all their equipment back.
Along bad French roads, drenched with rain, We're off once more on our way to Lorraine. We're off the road, on French duck boards, Awaiting the Hun and its fighting hordes.
They're over like demons, mid bullet and gas, And the line it holds, we fight to the last. The smoke it clears, the battle is won---- But for many a boy, the war is done.....
Then on to the Vesle at Ville-Savoy, Known as the "Hell Hole" to the soldier boy. The blood runs deep, they attack again and again, But we continue to drive them back to the Aisne.
The battle grows fierce, the casualties mount, We continue the push, forget the count. They say "Well done; you're driving them on!" So they hustled us off to the deep Argonne.
There we gave the best we had, In that hell of a forest, ( t'would drive one mad) We pushed and drove the frightened Hun, 'Til he began to see that the war was done.
Let's not forget near Charlevaux Mill, Where we spent six days on that shell-torn hill. They said "Your covered with glory" to this gallant band, When The Lost Battalion made its stand.
Come on home, nothing's too good! When we came out of the Argonne Wood. The bands played loud, the banners waved, In old New York, for our parade.
They soon forget as the years roll by, As we get older, you and 1. We struggle on, try hard to smile, While we wonder, "Was it all worth while?
a really nice poem. especially after watching that show:) has alota meaning to it.
escorted @ 3:33 AM;
Hotel
A lot of irritating things this week
Firstly, somehow I do not get chinese customs that go against the air cleanliness. 7th month smoke is seriously bad. I was walking down Joo Chiat and got caught up in the smoke. It was like walking through a darned war zone. At some places I had to hold my breath because the damned smoke was just too much. I mean, we say stop the damn haze and complain of hot weather and here we are contributing to the this "damn haze and hot weather". by burning these papers, the air is being polluted with smoke and ash, they bloody kill plants and the atmosphere and PEOPLE! like bloody use damned fume chambers and eat the ash yourself or something. esp to those stupid pubs along the road. for crying out loud, burning all these paper and stuff won't help your business improve. like superstitious ones will be staying home to avoid "trouble" while superstitious bar owners shouldn't attract "trouble" by trying to burn so much mann. The only real effect is not appeasing some spirits but rather polluting the environment and it has to be Singapore that does this kind of thing. There are chinese in many countries and like almost none of them burn so fervently.
Secondly, this damnable hotel I'm staying in right now. I've just about had enough of this atmosphere at home. Incident: My brother incurred a really hefty phone bill with mobile data charges and got my father angry. It was NONE of my business. somehow I got pulled into the mix when he had the temerity to blame it on me not telling him about the charges. The irony was that it was mentioned about FIVE times in his face. five dollar free surfing, which is considered little for some big ass phone of his. I dunno how it ended up being partially my fault, considering I never even intended to sabotage my brother by OMITTING information. As if living in this hotel isn't bad enough, you get maligned and accused by your own dad. I'm saying this out loud so that YOU ( yes, I'm talking about you sis,) know what the crap is going in the house
Thirdly, lessons are seriously feeling one-up useless. Especially when you go through A Level ones. for crying out loud once again, we waste paper printing these worthless questions cos they have no use for us.the word NOT IN OUR SYLLABUS doesn't exactly ring a bell and we work more on teacher's interests than our own syllabus.
enough of complaining. Friday, Mr Chooi said something quite meaningful although quite the one-liner. I said about something "...God gave man two arms so that he can chop wood on his own and not have others' two arms hold his axe up and chop it down for him..." to which he replied," but God also gave Man a heart of compassion to help others. It is when a person is so hardened that he doesn't feel this compassion anymore" it got me thinking about myself. Have I become hardened in this world that I don't feel compassion anymore. Am I even a compassionate person? It is the case with many people, that they trap their good selves deep inside (I don't know about my case, but I'm talking about others in general), all hardened by the world's reality. "Life sucks..." or "Harsh reality made me who I am"...but life was never meant to rock. Whoever said that good things come easy? Life on this earth is only temporal, a plane before entering Heaven. We are here to learn how to love, how to exist and live with God. There's also those with pseudo personalities (not schizos) those that go to school with that fake bimbotic style of talking and superficiality(indoctrinated by society), those that think it is accepted by society then it is the way of life. From the way you talk right down to what you think. Remember when was the last time you pushed away one of those unfortunate people selling their meerchanidise to you? or pretend not to see? When was the last time you smiled truly and laughed out loud for real? Is there a side of you that you want/ don't want others to see? What happens when there are those who can see into your soul? Where will you hide? Will you run off in panic at being intruded upon? I know this sounds like nonsense, but there are some poeple who can actually be in tune with the souls of others. They can see past the layer, and see you for who you are. Question: will you just hide in your dark corner of your personalities or will you come out into the sunshine and soak up the sun? Perhaps, it is in seeing the soul that we know what beautiful is all about.
I watched Secret already. surprisingly, the show wasn't some twit show. maybe the beginning was abit cheesy and really fast-developing. but it sure turned out well. Really have to applaud Jay's piano playing. It's one of a kind.especially when he did the piano duel. some rapid motion thing that you can't see. gee, if I could play like that...but the entire cinema was filled with sounds of crying mann, I didn't get what the tear-jerker was about but I was actually looking at themes and motiffs within the movie (all thanks to King Lear). The use of music was rather important. I thought the message written on the piano score should have been said in Cantonese. I thought it'd sound better.
Today, I stepped into the biggest house I've ever seen in my life. It was tremendously BIG.
Allow me to RE-introduce myself I'm not all suave and cool I don't get intellectual about many issues I don't talk smart and I certainly do dumb I've got little patience and sometimes... I probably suck as a person
but if you'd overlook these flaws in these 102 days, in many many ways I'd like to be your friend a clean slate and a fresh "hi" when we walk past each other we don't turn our heads away but we smile and make a little wave
we don't have to share our problems nor other concerns but I hope... we can say "hey there friend" when we see each other
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Sunday, August 12
Study Period
moving too slowly nowadays. Shall cut down on com usage. Less blogging (like once a week or something)
Can't even get over myself
Seventh month begins...Not that I would believe in such things, but...it marks the start of studying.HEH
was reading the Lifestyle today, featured an article about falling in love ( le chemistry ) no pun intended
man it just means that my frontal lobe and middle brain love to fight each other..or not.
sorry if I sound shallow now, no time to go in depth
escorted @ 11:33 PM;
Lesson 02
always bring a GDC when going to study. I wanted to slap myself for forgetting today, ended up using the time ineffectively for Biology. The only useful thing that I did outside at Parkway is buy the Corrine May CD, Beautiful Seed. Ah I haven't listened to it yet (hold on to your seats, there's no need to rush home and listen to her songs almost immediately)
I realized that her songs can give this local feeling that I described (although she's in LA, kinda ironic isn't it?), showing that she is indeed the successful artist of local music. Don't start heaving your flames into my tagboard now, but I think most of our local bands sound a bit too alike those Filipino bands. Those bands that can last through the night just playing good music (which give a slight Malaysian feel by the way, I dunno...I get my impressions when I hear the songs) I will not start naming bands but some manage to capture the local feeling in their raw music ( imagine non-stop National Day songs playing 24/7 on radios) The feeling is just hard to describe la. There are two kinds ( so far that I can categorize) : the lazy afternoon and the lonely night. You can feel the lazy afternoon type from runaway by electrico and some more others. The lonely night feeling is what you feel when you walk down Clark Quay/ Bras Basah/ The road opposite Suntec City/ To some extent, walking on the ramp in school at night. All at night. The serenity and terrible wishing for someone to be next to you would be there. ok shall say up to this point before anyone starts getting ideas/misconceptions
I was reading this graphic novel (pictures speak a thousand words better than some loooooong novel even like paddy clark), it was titled Revelations, about some detective who used to school in the Vatican and lost his faith when his parents got killed. He investigates a suicide/murder of a cardinal who jumped from a window and ended up at a really impossible distance away. After all that cover-up by the vatican, he gets his faith back and realized that some devil is fooling around. What struck me was some sayings "This was a crime planned two thousand years ago. Even God is not so patient.Look the other way" "God told everyone I (the devil) was a fallen angel, but I wasn't fallen, I was pushed". That so didn't sound right man. Before you start whipping out the holy water and splashing it onto my tagboard to keep the faith, my faith is not rocked. I'm just curious as to why the devil would think that way. For those that don't really know, I read somewhere that the devil was an angel in Heaven called Lucifer, the most beautiful of them all, but he got jealous of God's beauty and decided to stage a revolt, upon which he got thrown down into hell together with his comrades in arms where he becomes known as the devil. This then led me to think about the end of days. What is it going to be like? What is it like to even grow old and leave this mortal plane/shell to Heaven/Hell? What is the future like? and how does God speak to you( I ask this, cos I don't want to like go off-track from what HE wants of my life)? Before you tell me to look at my Bible, I say that I don't know where to start ( of course I know that I have to start flipping the pages at least). I do it sometimes though, when I'm really in need of encouragement (it has to be when I'm really really down cos my depressions are kinda superficial nowadays...coming at night, sometimes when I'm studying, sometimes when I just think about 107 days later). translation: It's quite infrequent that I do it
Maybe I haven't moved onto Lesson 02 because I cannot really get Lesson 01 yet. Wait, but what is the gist of Lesson 01. sheesh, I'm talking about the future here. I can't even begin to imagine a future for myself. Unlike my classmates/ friends who almost all wanna be doctors, I remember I said it before that I don't have it in me to saves lives by getting all House-y on patients, the only other option there is really quite open. From Law to some random subjects I don't even dare to mention here, I try to imagine myself in all these occupations and really laugh. I wonder about the people I will meet ( I know somehow or someway that I'd be at the mercy of those I have offended before, so that's a depressing thought) and future liaisons I will establish. Hey! I can picture myself going church FREELY without the holds of family on my back, where I am FREE to do mission trips/perform in a worship ministry/share God's words to the young ones. many many many aspirations for the future. of course, back to the immediate future, I actually wonder how our final exams are going to be like, what are my points going to be like ( as i can see from my lousy business/chem/english grades) ? considering I am here blogging instead of sleeping to get rest for my mind. what is it going to be like 107 days later?
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Saturday, August 11
Ever-Often Blog Accounts
I think I am blogging too often, maybe concentrating too much on the nitty gritty things of my life
But staying at home is so boring...especially when I have nothing to do
Ok, I keep wondering to myself just now only, if I've been a rather worldly person. Like I adhere closely to the world's fancies without attempting to follow the laws in the good book. Man, I know my situation is one thing but being such an unGodly person (I'm gonna get shot for saying this) still feels better than following the rules.just a little bit better only.
Well I can't even follow the commandment of loving others ( for some individuals ). I have to give myself this, I already put down some prejudices and biased vision against some individuals but there are times when there are these few people have the ability to make my temper slip between my fingers. and a really harsh comment or unpleasant sentiment will express itself from my mouth
I don't like to mention this but I seriously don't know how do you love a person. Chapter 16 of the Purpose Driven Life states that it requires giving a little bit of your time. Now I REGRET not giving my time to alot of people. Kuan Meng can use alota help like right now but I just don't know how. I actually TURNED HIM AWAY when he asked for my ioc notes. ARGH. YONG QIANG!!! GIVE THEM BACK SO I CAN GIVE THEM TO KUAN MENG & OTHERS WHO NEED IT. YOU'VE TOO MANY OF THEM!!! and that's among the many people I regret not giving my time to.
Even after all this blogging, there's something I want to say here, but it'd end up under public scrutiny, which would put me in a compromising position. I sure ain't gonna keep a diary for it, so probably keeping it in myself.
Forgive my twitiness, but I saw the twist in Secret (Jay Chou show ringing any bells, although the song's rather familiar) in some plot spoiler. Let's just say if not depicted properly, this twist will really end up a sprain in Jay's directing career. I'd probably wait for the vcd to come out or something. It'd make it really worth it. No matter how cheena it is, it sounds like a plot I'm a sucker for. Especially with a song like that to go with it, it has to amount to something.SHeesh, I sound so....Jay-fan or twit-ish
but here's a piano version of the song
if I can play this song on a piano (for someone that I'd love) hmmm, even if it does not have any context, it's good itself as some romantic piece.but a little too repetitive. ahh, but I don't play the piano anymore.not in a long long time
unsureity fills my mind about the future. I don't know how the days are gonna come, but I still wish we were still friends whether guilt/ill-comfort/miscellaneous that cannot make things work out
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Friday, August 10
No-Lifing
How do you know a person is no-lifing?
By seeing how much anime he is decking and checking out wikipedia for synopses of the same series. I'm talking about D Gray Man, some japanese anime about Exorcists. If you ask me it sounds pretty much like Bleach with the trapped souls in Hollows or the same souls in Akumas. Okay I'm positively geeking out here
Today WAS National Day. I wonder how people celebrate this day. As a holiday or some day to remember the merdeka? Well, I saw a cadet from ACS (Independent) on TV. The Good SI, Leonard Tan. I was actually looking out for him cos it's not every day that you see anything NPCC from the school end up there. After watching the parade on TV, I got nostalgic and went to flip open my No Other City book. You know the local poems there? I particularly liked the section II of the book, with all the night imagery ( my IOP topic) and night life that is portrayed in the poems. Although some were depressing, I still felt nostalgic. The same feeling I get when I sit on 33, passing by Clark Quay on Friday nights or Suntec City/Esplanade. I don't know how to describe the feeling la, it's just fitting with other sensations, like when I hear Corrine May sing her songs ( which is why I'm actually itching to get her new album)
For the celebration on Wednesday, that's a different story altogether. Little hours of sleep plus string laying + standing around for some hours. It was my last time wearing my uniform and then I went back to school. This was the first terrible National Day I spent STUDYING cos everyone had obligations elsewhere.
I wonder if there's any hope left?
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Tuesday, August 7
Poison Pill
Alright, I'm like in school blogging on eggy's com. like all the occifers are like playing poker in the room.
we all have to wake up tomorrow at an unearthly hour for some string laying on the field. I seriously need to rejuvenate my sleep. getting all outa cycles.
so today was cross country. the deal was that we WALKED but at 500m mark, some jokers decided to run (no prizes for guessing who).so i ended up running and not being dressed for the occasion. and completed the run.
the afternoon was an effective waste of time.i shoulda brought my keys so that i could go home and do math? but i ended up going city hall for lunch with mark and patricia before like really wasting the rest of the time at MPH.
to the cab driver that took us to city hall: please please please be honest about finding items in your cab. it is not right to covet others' possessions.be a good cabbie and return mark's handphone to him.
well, on the cab. we talked about school and being ourselves.i realised that in these IB years, i was not really being myself in front of friends. it's just hard being who i am there la. like exposing a vulnerable person to the evils of the world.every single evil word i utter, i know the damage it causes, how it makes others wince at the mere mention of the names i give their friends. how i behave real shallow last year and probably starting this year.but yet i still do it, i probably need to get smacked or something i'm also unwilling for school to end.well, there's too much to be without. can you imagine just totally not being able to go lessons and talk to teachers like they're some good friend when they're not...or having to say hi to people you don't really know.the entire culture just dissipated away like that. my time in ACS IB doing nothing but NPCC work.in a way, its got me regretting even extending my services.doesn't feel fulfilling at all.like i'm all alone in this cca.bleahx, but amidst it all i just remembered what nelson told me during atc when i was like under heavy medication.well try walking around pulau ubin like a zombie and you'd get whacked.
i went for festival of praise on sunday.the urge and need to go for it was quite strong. no not the reason that reuben would be thinking but rather there was a message i needed to hear. the worship was really great. you can feel the Holy Spirit in the stadium. I felt connected in a way i never felt before. the sermons was really good and applicable to my situation to a certain extent.let God have a little room or space and you'd see miracles.there's so much sufferring in the world this age, i wonder where we can start.
you know, once is called a blessing, twice a miracle. but i dunno if twice will occur, cos as i learn to let God, this little incey wincey thingy called time is running out.(that's a muse song)
so many poison pills in our lives, how do we see ourselves as who we are?
speaking of which, to those jokers who photocopied our notes from tony, i'm saying this to warn y'all. there are some false fact in there that were mistakes made by some of us in extracts. so use it as a guide not text book.take it with a pinch of salt
as we walk down the street moving further and further the distance growing as if not far out enough
stages of our lives we meet some moments and places where i know i screwed up but those are all that matter
if i can recycle ideas or reset i'd do it in a much different way stop the misconceptions and radicals learning maybe patience and reflection
but the mistakes that're made irrreversible and consequential scars and bad impressions regret i cannot erase from my soul
i keep looking back over my shoulder hoping you walk that way safe and happy but the footsteps head away not that i can make it otherwise
if once is a change and blessing i dunno if i'm allowed second for that is an another chance to know of truly unique
amidst the sea of familiar and unfamiliars there you stand hidden from the rest i was wrong in the past but i can't prove this knowledge now
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Monday, August 6
A Song that Occurs to You
"Your Guardian Angel" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
When I see your smile Tears roll down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul And I know Ill find deep inside me, I can be the one
I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever Ill be there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me to heaven
Its ok, Its ok, Its ok
Seasons are changing and waves are crashing And stars are falling all for us Days grow longer and nights grow shorter I can show you I'll be the one
I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me to heaven
Cause you're my You're my My true love My whole heart Please don't throw that away
Cause I'm here, for you Please don't walk away and Please tell me you'll stay, stay...
Use me as you will Pull my strings just for a thrill And I know Ill be okay Though my skies are turning gray
I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me to heaven
I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me to heaven
rather nice song to listen to....busy day ahead.so much for one ACS National Day when more than half of ACS (Independent) get to stay in school to do work while all the others just go out and see some parade.
Irony
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Saturday, August 4
OH NO!
i totally forgot that there was festival of praise happening! Ryan told me about it on Friday night but it totally left my mind. sheesh. i oughta get smacked.
Nobody's Home by Avril Lavigne I couldn't tell you Why she felt that way She felt it everyday I couldn't help her I just watched her make The same mistakes again
What's wrong what's wrong now Too many too many problems Don't know where she belongs Where she belongs
She wants to go home But nobody's home That's where she lies Broken inside With no place to go No place to go To dry her eyes Broken inside
Open your eyes And look outside Find the reasons why You've been rejected Now you can't find What you've left behind
Be strong be strong now Too many too many problems Don't know where she belongs Where she belongs
She wants to go home But nobody's home That's where she lies Broken inside With no place to go No place to go To dry her eyes Broken inside
Her feelings she hides Her dreams she can't find She's losing her mind She's falling behind She can't can't find her place She's losing her faith She's falling from grace She's all over the place yeah
She wants to go home But nobody's home That's where she lies Broken inside With no place too go No place to go To dry her eyes Broken inside
She's lost inside lost inside She's lost inside lost inside
some song that got stuck in my head as i was preparing for IOC on thursday and cooking that pungent cheese sauce.no, it doesn't reflect any part of me but rather the song sounds so woeful
URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT: ANYONE WHO HAS SEEN A CAS FILE AROUND IN BINDED FORM, PLEASE RETURN TO 6.12. there's nothing to covet in the file neither will you benefit from denying the owner her CAS hours so don't be a prick and use it for toilet paper cos it's not butt crack friendly either.
escorted @ 11:57 PM;
F-UP work
"Telephone Conversation" by Wole Soyinka
The price seemed reasonable, location
Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
Off premises. Nothing remained
But self-confession. "Madam," I warned,
"I hate a wasted journey--I am African."
Silence. Silenced transmission of
Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled
Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was foully.
"HOW DARK?" . . . I had not misheard . . . "ARE YOU LIGHT
I chose. "West African sepia"--and as afterthought,
"Down in my passport." Silence for spectroscopic
Flight of fancy, till truthfulness clanged her accent
Hard on the mouthpiece. "WHAT'S THAT?" conceding
"DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS." "Like brunette."
"THAT'S DARK, ISN'T IT?" "Not altogether.
Facially, I am brunette, but, madam, you should see
The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet
Are a peroxide blond. Friction, caused--
Foolishly, madam--by sitting down, has turned
My bottom raven black--One moment, madam!"--sensing
Her receiver rearing on the thunderclap
About my ears--"Madam," I pleaded, "wouldn't you rather
See for yourself?"
well, of all passages, i had to choose this one.man i prepared stuff for background and friezes and ever ready bank accounts but not this one cos it was not challenging.and it came out in my face.now my English can really kiss that 6 goodbye.
so the rest of the day was spent at charity cafe.that's thursday by the way.was stirring the cheese sauce like nobody's business.it smelt kinda sick, so i tried not to inhale any of those noxious fumes.well, i'm happy we manage to sell out instead of having to suck up that disgusting cheese sauce ourselves. but the cleaning up was a real chore though. the coagulated cheese was really hard to remove.thanks alot to those who just decided to stay upstairs and not come down to help wash. D'oh, i didn't think that there'd be so much to wash anyway.imagine the oil and all in the frying grill.
Friday was really light and all.planning prac and then some real good pasta. i won't say where but it was the best i tasted! Viva la musica was a blast! i went in at intermission and was still blasted away by the performances. ms dorton has special mention cos she took the effort to go pronounce the chinese words right.i still got the video.haha.and i caught up with Ying Da after that.and the first thing he said was "How's M?" right...like i'd know how M was, and the next statement "did you know she changed her hairstyle?"I didn't dare try to imagine what it looks like.well that's the benefit of having limited imagination.it doesn't matter anyway, what lies inside probably stayed the same and that won't change until some life-changing experience influences her. well, can always pray that she'd be more receptive to Christ's teachings.
ok now to the F-UP work.the job basically doesn't match the description of coordinator.hung around the contingent after walking around for so long.it was boring.man, the whole world is just as kiasu as you when everyone just seems to choose to bathe at midnight.with limited sleep due to some NCC air morons running like kids upstairs and cold room temperature combined. got me at a snappy mood for some FUP work.i swear them strings are seriously just arbitrary and unnecessary. and i have to go wake up at 4am just to see those strings set up.now i'm back home.too stoned to do any work YET
such a wasted week (i'm not alliterating to show my disappointment).monday we're gonna see all UYO leaders and officers receive awards. well that's excluding lui, muthu and me see? long story but we'd all be in school uniform.then tuesday is cross country.i'm still gonna go never the less (F-UPs are excused). i realized the really bad existence of just stoning in school at night, cos you've got no company to talk nonsense with.and there's so much stuff to bring. wednesday have to skip school just to go tell some kids to form up in line.that's after setting some strings on the field(possibly to fertilise the grass and all)
with 116 days left, at the end of it all when we've run out of tomorrows that as time seems to run faster while I know things don't change
on the ballroom floor, while everyone's celebrating in jubilation and reminiscing it's when every thing becomes memory what with unsettled and untied...
when i can only draw regret from recollection and nostalgia where i only watch archives inside wonder how everything comes to thus
everything's irreversible, consequences there is unresolve and unforgotten a little cliffhanger to keep the audience while the actor pities himself in soliloquy
there's no encore nor can there ever be a reintroduction nor reinvention concept fixed, characterisation set the scene slowly plays itself out
as time passes, i can only wonder how things just go some way or another looking for the RESTART button (it's not a game) or imagine what it's like to forget?
hidden corners and darkened corridors where's all the open space and bright lighting? what is it like to forget? what is it like to forget?
