shh, bao.
it doesn't matter if was inspired by slash :) it isn't slashy.
it depends how you look at it!
can you pick out the different styles?
i think we blend well, for all that. :)
thank -you-. :)
psst. five of us wrote it. its. um. slashy.
Really really really good poetry. Thanks.
Poetry brings colour when life brings none.
Scarlet and silver YUM!
what was that about. ?
/
What can I say that has not
been said before, what
have I dreamt that you do
not know. You peddle your
smoky-eyed fantasies in
pretty colours; drugged, I
have only your words to
express what you have
made me feel. I do not
want your used dreams,
yet fool was I to imagine
that I could have been any
different. Your words
condense into a pool in my
palms, scarlet longing
stirring under a silver skin�
but I let them drip away,
because nothing is utterly
irresistible.
//
Yet,
it is not for want of a worser world
that we indulge in our amusements� private
or no.
And your scarlet words running
under my silvered skin
bite and breathe new life into
a child's tantrum; a poisoned tongue;
an undiscovered self.
Reconsecrate me in warm silver grey and green;
I will cease to exist, and
adopt your dreams,
live your colours and
become your fantasy� happily enough�
and your word will be mine.
///
Shells waiting to be filled with the roar of a distant surf: alone,
Fulfilled
Thirsting for more. Exorcise the spirit of this scarlet poison from my blood. Leave me
hollow, empty, a shadow searching for my colour. I am the ship and you
are my north star (light my horizon, come home to harbour);
unwilling, wayward yacht caught in a sudden wind�
�Your epiphany is mine to claim, as I am yours:
If I am willing then resistance is nulled.
This is you, and I am here, reconsecrated and ready; let us wait
for our eternity.
/|/
It�s a full moon out there: the pale shadows that ghost over your eyes
Whisper that I am crazy. Here I am
Reconsecrated in your colours, no less than your fantasy,
No more than mine. In the swirl of your silvered self I could
Lose myself, in our scarlet deathbed of roses. We could
Fly above the whisperings, this grey and green of delusion and
Wonder. Silver
Could stop my heart: you are my scarlet letter. I am yours.
Let us fly away, on our fantasy; silver passion scrawled under golden skin.
|/
We strain to see in the scant light of the window.
It is strange, how
In the dark filter of shadows and half-light
Colours bleed that are so much more vivid:
Grey and green, mingled in the silver dust of broken windows
Running scarlet in consecration of the unspoken exchanged �
Shadows congeal on the floor; gathering darkness of light
Darkness of drugged madness that devours us
Leaving reality mangled in our wake;
In the heartbeat between epiphany and dream
We find ourselves that we lost:
We reach, cutting ourselves on the jagged shards that remain.
It is in crimson euphoria that we lose you and me
And find only us, hidden in corners untainted by darkness and light
Transcending skin, and touch, and name.
Drowning in roses we transcend all time as we fall the dizzying heights of might
To daybreak, your hand in mine and your tears in my eyes
I watch you, till morning outlines the hard stones of the night�s bed
and you diminish behind the restored brittleness of glass.
And I wait, blind and unsure and alone, a memory of warmth and salt stinging my skin,
For the reconsecration and salvation that night brings:
transeamus.
let us transcend.
;)
Well... in aid of a friend.
Dear so-and-so,
I can't get my mind off you.
My mind just wanders, whenever I try to rein it in, circling like a moth drawn to the flame, drawn to your flame and light.
Although it has been ages since we last met, every detail of that chance meeting still lingers on in my mind, like an indelible watermark, the stamp of you on me.
I can't wake, without being flooded with your memory, I can't sleep, for my desire (of you!) still burns deep within me. Trust me, I've tried everything I could to douse the roaring flames, but to no avail. And so here, desperate, I turn to you.
Will you, out of your gentle heart and pure soul, hold me, caress me and care for me like I was one of your own? Will you love me, as deeply as I do love you? Or will you leave me here, in the sweltering heat of my desire, and hence doom me to hell, where I cannot sleep nor wake, always dreaming of that unattainable heaven.
I am sorry to bother you thusly.
I wish you well.
Dizzy with Desire,
Me-hoping-to-be-us-with-you
"Most of our GP periods consist of irritating our GP teacher." - Xephyris, JC classmate
Heh heh.
I thought going out of point in discussions was de rigueur!
Interesting article on GP
Oh my gosh...all your GP tutors sound horrible. Now I'm actually feeling lucky for having Ms Ng.
Atleast we have interesting discussions among a group of about 4 people. That's better than not having a discussion at all I guess =)
Yes I suppose it's hard to enjoy art in all forms...but so far I've liked most if not all that I've been exposed to. Be it poetry, readings, art pieces (oils, water colours, modern/traditional), photography, films, plays, music (many genres), beauty in nature too...But that's me =)
My class always drifts off topic and talk cock. Yay!
beauty and truth
high art, and science
You lucky people... our hopes for killing boring GP sessions with discussions on Art were dashed when Mrs. Lee came in and gave us this passage that defined Art and started dissecting it in front of us, and then asking us questions on its different organs and parts.
"What are the different components of Art as mentioned in the passage?". And much later on,
"can you do taht little exercise at the back and fill in the blanks with the appropriate choices?". That must have been the most god-awful GP lesson I've had in months.
We didn't have an outside-class discussion on Art. And I don't see the need to, anyway. Everyone likes Art in one form or another; I personally think its ahrd to like it in all its forms. I must confess there's no way I can appreciate canvas, and I can't envision myself splurging on a gallery entry. Isn't art about how you look at things? If I think something is beautiful I'll probably mention it to someone I know; with any luck we may start an interesting covnersation on the relevant topic, then gradually get drawn off-topic to the point where we are talking cock. Like what I'm doing now. It's really fun, actually.
But, ohgawd, attempting any form of discussion on Art with Mrs. Lee Chye Keow is like... I don't know, talking to a government propaganda leaflet? I know she's trying hard to change that, but it hasn't reached the point where my nerves don't automatically bunch up when I see her smiling face.
Helloz =)
Well, your skin will be as good as new again after everything breaks up and a new one grows back...Like a phoenix's feathers =) Phoenix burst into flames and look positively ugly now and then, but I'm sure you'll be beautiful again soon!
Anyway, having dedicated juniors that you can really have fun and enjoy with is one of the best things in the world...that's why I love choir so much! Haha! My rgs choir juniors on the blog are like that ;) Rite dears? yay.
How do I move anyway? Don't think I move very nicely now, training for napfa's making my legs ache all the time ;)
We had the GP discussion about Art to, but contrary to the science classes, the arts class obviously have very different sentiments about it! Art is about life! It is about living, and portraying beauty, even in ugliness. It is expression and feeling and not just about entertainment but also about appreciating the finer things of life. Art is useful in that certain art educates, and makes people think or atleast give them a source of peace and entertainment now and then. That is essential to living, thus it is anything but uselsss =)
Pornographic images or messages can actually be an art. But the difference between pornography and art, is that pornography is USUALLY degratory, whereas something such as nudist art celebrates the human form and its beauty. The WAY in which it is portrayed is what distinguishes between the two. It is like the art of magic; in the hands of a good magician, much good and white magic can be done, but if the heart is black, then only evil can emerge from it.
To embed certain kinds of pornographic art in abstract pictures have been done before... saw a couple of art pieces before like that and they were beautiful. Unfortunately I cannot remember where I saw them anymore. Search the net or something, visit the art museums, explore different aspects and forms of art. You would probably be pleasantly surprised =)
If you analyse different time frames and read up on art history, you'll see that many religious imagery/paintings can be sensual, however not likely to be pornographic. If I'm not wrong, once a modern artist did try to convey a mildly pornographic art piece on the crucifixion and ofcourse, there was much mixed sentiment about that, ranging from blasphemous and a true work of art.
Art is what you want to make of it. =) It is to portray and not just dictate.
May all of you always truly see the beauty in art and the fine art of God in beauty.
Hrmz. Updates on my life! :)
Broke a bit of skin on my right paw. Did one too many chin ups when the skin there was rather weak. Probably also due to my kayaking sessions.
Went for kayaking on wed, under the influence of my juniors, which are REALLY on about the canoe polo thing. Some of them are already better than me at rolling. I bet they'll be better than me in a few more weeks, once they've learnt the other movement strokes. Though I'm probably top 3 fastest larh. Must learn handroll soon... then I'll stay one up.
Anyway it's really nice to have such committed juniors... makes me feel happy to be in the pool with them.
Just watched Zui Ai Zong Jing Li, realized that the female lead (which looks absolutely delicious) has bits of all my friends in her. Can see Jan's eyebrows, nose and eyes, and Shihui's face shape and I think a little bit of Ruxin in there somewhere. She moves like geraldine too. Sort of like a morph. Wonder if that's a human ability? To kinda identify and draw relationships between the result, and its possible makeup.
Wonder if my body's kinda breaking up. Had an injured wrist, blisters on my heel and hand, skin peeling off my elbow, had a little bout of flu today in the LT, and feeling generally warmer and sweating more than I used to.
Had a discussion about art today. Which really didn't go very far if you know my class. One point we agreed on is that Art is useless, that it really has no value out of the aesthetic. And I was toying silently with the idea that Porn is art, in as much as it's calculated to appeal to the aesthetic. But Fred believes it's more lust than anything. Well... perhaps there's something innate in all pornographic images, some key to it's appeal to our minds. Fantasized about discovering the key, and embedding it in simple abstract pictures, that would appeal inexorably to any mind that saw it. Postulated that perhaps it already exists in the form of religious imagery. What do you people think?
Scanned in about 50% of the EiA photos. Rolls of film really are like loops of time. Just affected by the way film records events so sequentially. And that different photographers had different angles and different perspectives on what is essentially the same event. The photos will probably be available online and on the concourse board as soon as I'm 100% done. about a 100 images more to go!
Need someone to volunteer webspace and a nice photo printer.
Well taa i guess. another day of school.
jellified phytoplankton works too.
it's where you try to find 2 words that only bring up one site when you search google.
an amazing waste of time, but fun when you get into it.
for anybody who's ever tried googlewhacking, jellifiied llamas worked today. (use one i in 'fied'; otherwise it _doesn't_ work.)
I'll keep that in mind. BTW, the courts do not accept this kind of stuff do they?
Please, if you want to argue that way:
"XXX isn't perverted, he only does perverted things"
"XXX isn't a murderer, he kills people"
...
Haha, Kenneth talking in the third person... That reminds me of my younger sis (not the one who hogs the comp), who always refers to herself by her name and not "I" or "me".
how pleasant. like breeding thoroughbred horses and pedigreed dogs. what if humans did that too? what if you had this elite bunch of humans rise to the top and start breeding plebs for fun? no, it wouldn't be quite the same because it's not a different race, or species. ugh.
does kenneth enjoy talking in the 3rd person?
you know what? there shouldn't be any more blonde jokes. because blonde-ness is too easily altered through chemicals and whatnot. whereas bimbos are a specific personality type. i know so many asian "blondes", who lack only the hair to fit the stereotype. so we should just rename them bimbo jokes instead.
ok. talk about random. EASTER! helped out with the neighborhood egg hunt last wkend, with these loony little 4 or 5 year olds. we had 3 categories of hunting, one for the 3 and unders, where the eggs were just sitting there in the open grass and the kids toddle about, oblivious to the neon pink and blue, and collapse in the grass cooing. one for the 4s and 5s, with eggs strategically placed all over the jungle gym, and kids meandering over the demarcations to plunder the eggs of the helpless 3 and unders. and then the hyperactive over-5s, who i quote - "CHARGE!" at the swing set hollering. and then we hung donuts from the monkey bars with strings, and they had to try and eat them with their hands behind their backs. like reverse bobbing for apples, with powdered sugar smeared all over their faces. and they have such small mouths! my brother and i tried it, and it's just too easy when you can just take the whole minidonut in your mouth. what fun!
Jesus lives!
I could refute and say that a person's writings are a reflection of his own true self, thus you are gross.
=)
The writings of Kenneth are gross. Kenneth isn't gross.
Distinguish the two please.
Kenneth can write with a female perspective, or a futurist perspective, or a mature biological perspective. Kenneth is not female, nor does he come from the future, nor is he a biologist.
What can I say...I am terribly terribly terribly disturbed by your writing.................
You're a horrible horrible horrible horrible......thing!!!!
Anyway, my class has a lot of bimbos. You should know who. Go buaya them lor.
Hmmz. I think I did badly for GP.
Witness Kenneth's reasoning.
In a conversation today.
Kenneth wants wife that loves having children.
Cute things are childlike.
Thus girls who like cute things love children.
Thus Kenneth wants girls who like cute things.
= Kenneth wants a bimbo.
Is ThAt ReAlLy mY iNnEr DeSiReS??? ArGh!!! I lUrVe! PeEeEeEnNk!
I guess that episode had to do with the agrobiology thingy I was reading as part of my Bio option. Did you know farmers routinely stuff their hands up the rectum of cows to check whether they're pregnant, or to artificially inseminate them? And there's this machine called an electroejaculator. You stuff it up the cow's rectum and press a button and pish, an electric shock goes to the right places and you get a nice cup of semen, which you then dilute and store in little tubes for use in 400 over cows later.
Just had this image of beautiful girls ( well formed mind you), lined up and stretching out to forever, and all being artificially inseminated. And they had expressionless faces, like it was a routine thing. And imagined this foreman cackling that each generation breeds even prettier and more useful perfect human beings, who think less and work harder.
Which really is what we're doing to cows and fowl and pigs everywhere.
It's rather late so I'll just address a few points for now... may elaborate further on.
1) Did you all know that oral and anal sex are deemed "illegal" according to singapore law?
2) I love luncheon meat. And don't feel too bad, the man probably had other food at home already...or you can choose to think so...
I hate salted fish. Actually I hate fish, period.
3) You can still have sex in the woods if you like. Nobody would notice except perhaps the owls.
4) I don't understand why guys are so fascinated by robots and war and stuff like mechwarrior. Thus I don't understand all that about the mechanical-biological-factory sumthing sumthing sumthing.
Sorry.
Sex remains interesting because it's the only activity where you can really get close to someone, and be uninhibited. Of course, certain branches of Christianity believe there's only the missionary position is not sinful, but just looking at the sales of Kama Sutra & it's derivatives, and you can tell that no one's caring.
Sex's also interesting because of its ever evolving nature. I suppose in the past they had sex everywhere, cos places were wide and private, and sex without a roof over your head is always more romantic and exciting too. Then increased urbanization led to people doing it in cars and homes and hotels. The proliferation of Oral and Anal sex is also a result of greater social freedoms and experimentation. Of course, Oral and Anal sex has been around for centuries, and is NOT a recent invention.
I mean... which other activity is social, is pleasurable, is exciting, and allows you to scream as loudly as you want, and do whatever you want? (no, not soccer!!!)
Anyway, went to the counter at NTUC laden with cans of soup, and saw this old man infront of me with two tins of luncheon meat. Just felt pangs of guilt, cos I'm spending so much more, and that I can't really remember the last time I bought a tin of luncheon meat, and wondered if luncheon meat even had any meat texture in the first place. It has flavour, but very little texture. More like a dough of sorts. And the poor guy's probably having it with porridge for breakfast lunch and dinner. Consoled myself by saying I could always go back to a salted fish diet. But I guess it's not the same. People aren't made the same.
Thought about a future war story... more of an idea really, between the biologists and the engineers. I guess the crux of the matter now is this. Genetic engineering can and will allow mankind almost unlimited power in the generation of biological materials and even the creation of unique lifeforms. But mechanical engineering is also making vast strides, and it has the moral advantage of respecting the sancity of life.
What I see is perhaps a schism ideologically between the two halves of humanity. On the one hand, you have the PETA sort of mechanical engineers, on the otherhand, you've got the anything goes biological engineer. And somehow, the contrast between this huge biological facility, and even genetically modified humans and animals producing constructs of war, and the giant mechanical factory cranking out war robots really excites me. Which would end up triumphant? Would it be, in a sense, the success of nature(which also happens to be ruthless), over the success of the purely human construct (which would have rules and safeguards built in to protect it's human controlling population. Will the power of evolution be stronger than the strength of Moore's law?
Somehow I think these questions will be answered very soon.
Kenneth!!! Want to hit you!!! Why did you post three/four times?! =P Now www.jugs.blogspot.com won't load. Please delete the entries? I know blogger was down last night, but it's ok now and now your entry goes on and on and on forever and ever!!!
Anyway, also want to scold you for not learning how to rescue yourself before you venture out into the dangerous dangerous dangerous waters with the rain!!! What if you drowned?!?! *bursts into tear* ok...fine...I'm over-reacting.
Learn your funny drills and rolls properly!
Eskimo rolls sound like something you can eat...like springrolls....
Haha. I see that YX has a sense of humour =) Ofcourse sometimes we talk about sex! Just kidding...
But yeah, we do talk about guys too, and girls, and gossip and anything at all lar! Talk about our interests, depends on who's the girl right? Like, I talk to JM about books and her fandoms and teachers and studies and just the normal school-girl talk. Talk to Pris and Mel and Eileen about religion and about people etc... everything lar. If by any chance my friends and I DO talk about guys...it's always the same old guys...er...not just one guy but a few of those we er....are interested in and who entertain and amuse us? Names shall not be disclosed. Muahahahaha.
You losing out? My dear! Someone just called you a buaya to my face so I really don't think you're "losing out". Sheesh. And if you really do start betting or smoking then you'd REALLY be the loser....
And don't lie by saying you don't talk much about sex...well...maybe you don't. But I'm sure you think about it like any normal guy and that's enough isn't it? Why are guys so obsessed about the topic anyway?
And you're definitely NOT androgenous.................................................................................................................................
four posts?
sex... well, we're not very experienced yeah, so what we talk about is mostly speculation and joking.
and guys, yeah.
and various other passions, but thats the mostly generic stuff.
very interesting specimen you have, there.
Argh... I'm going to apologize AGAIN to her. :) Keep forgetting she's easily shocked... and I have a habit of appearing suddenly, mysteriously from nowhere when people least expect it. And I guess I've gotta do something about my face too.
Haha... but anyway had a really nice first three star course... somehow all the memories of last year kept flooding back. The little Mel incident... the fun we had under the sun.. just such a pity that this year, so few of the J2s survived, and even fewer are taking the 3 star. 8, from a strength of almost 18 the previous year. Hehz... was really careful with my words on Saturday, but I guess I just made people think I'm antisocial or something.
Had to carry this 22kg Kayak on my shoulders without the nice cushioning of the lifejackets... there's a wonderfully sore area on my shoulder now, where the kayak was... but due to the instructors insistence that we look like paddlers, had to carry it his way, and stagger along the track leading to the beach. I'm going to compare bruises with Chengyu tomorrow probably haha...
Had our first stormy weather session. Faced really hard biting rain, which was luckily very short. Heard thunder at a distance. Luckily our instructor let us seek shelter before the cloud got too close. Really harrowing, being out there in the sea where the rain fell literally like a showerhead. Never knew there was so much rain in the world, and I couldn't see clearly the other kayaks in front of me... kinda panicked for a while. Though I never kayaked better. Just kicked, and rowed, and kicked and rowed, in perfectly straight lines, since I couldn't see anything in that haze. Really thanked the presence of the spray skirt for keeping the rain out of the boat...
Talking about spray skirts, the skirts we got were of 3-4mm thick neoprene, which happens to be this really tough material, that's hard as hell to stretch, and needed two people to pull in it place. I tried to make a joke about Lycra, which happens to be another tough synthetic material, but he had to wear some Lycra shirt hmph, when Lycra's more commonly used for bras. Oh well. The skirts were horribly tight, and came only in the S size.. really pity the girls who had to wear it, cos they had hips, which are unfortunately uncompressible. Though I suppose girls do shell out money for wraps that supposedly push their tummy in, and give them a corset like squeeze. They were so bloody tight for a 28 incher like me, that I could see my tummy stick out, I wonder how a 31 incher can actually fit into the things. But magically, we all did. And luckily we did, cos of the rain and all.
Did a little capsize drill, and while underwater, I tried to breathe (forgetting that I'm not trapped in a cave, and that 100% around me is seawater), and then I tried to knock the sides of my kayak 3 times, and pull the escape strap, and then slide out gracefully. The damn skirt wouldn't give, cos it was too tight, and I had to really RIP the damn thing off, before it released me and I swum to the surface. Later upright, and into my kayak, Cai Feng tugged at his own release cable thingy, and it really didn't come of... was rather hilarious, but it definitely wasn't funny underwater. Really need nose clips to keep me from panicking. And god... I've got to master eskimo rolls!!! shit.
Was talking to the sea sports people and we were talking about girls, and then I felt kinda left out, and YX (who shall remain identityless) too, and I asked YX what do girls talk about when they get together. And she said "Sex." and after a long pause, "Guys, but we don't only stick to one." and "We have deeper discussions too." Well. Ladies of the blog, is that true? :)
I'm just wondering.. am I losing out because I don't really talk that much about girls, and I don't get turned on by soccer, or betting, or smoking? Haha... I don't talk much about sex too, so I guess I'm probably just androgenous.
Watched NKF and it was really good. I guess in the midst of all the really bad news, we really need good pieces of news to balance our days. My respect for Cao Qi Tai has gone up exponentially, and my appreciation of Liang Jing Ru and Liang Zhi Qiang has risen as well, due to the things they've done on that show, that really brought a smile to my face. I hope to be someone's good news too.
Thanks Kenneth!
Fish Leong? Hmm, have no idea who she is but will go ask the HK/China kids... another Chinese artiste... yay! Haha
Oh, Mel will pass the letter to you... just try not to scare her in the process, haha. You gave her a shock that day.
MTV if you're interested
here
Though I still like Fish Leong (Liang Jing Ru) better. Can't wait to get her Third Party (di san zhe) MTV.
EVANESCENCE LYRICS
"Bring Me To Life"
(feat. Paul McCoy)
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I�ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can�t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can�t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I�ve become
now that I know what I�m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can�t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can�t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I�ve become
frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I�ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can�t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can�t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I�ve become
(Bring me to life)
I�ve been living a lie, there�s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
Sigh... watching Yuan Yue Wan Dao, and wondering if anyone will ever love me as deeply as the Ding Peng protagonist... and give up everything for me. Bleh mood. Qin Keqing practiced swordsmanship so hard just so that she could force him to kill her, and thus make him remember her guilt stricken forever.
Drank a bit of Choya today... nice little plum alcoholic drink... New Scientist reports that drinking moderate servings of alcohol a day can increase the amount of HDL in the blood. (Or that's my excuse anyway.)
Someone just commented that I'm rather emotional. And asked me whether it's good to be emotionally sensitive. What do you think?
Another day, and another letter goes unwritten.. wonder how can I ever finish what I set out to do. The whole house's asleep. And I have sea sports tomorrow. Guess I'll just go do a little bit more work before I hit the bed. A little appetiser, for the awakening of the tastebuds that have long grown dormant.
A woman trapped in a girl's body (or a girl trapped in a woman's mind?), you are bursting with inspiration, dreams and abilities! You hold the simple belief that nothing can stand in your way, giving you the courage to move forward and pursue your desires. However, because your view of the world is so simple, you often overlook life's necessary little details. Don't get too swept away by your dreams that you forget to look at what's right in front of you.
Which Love Hina Girl Are You?
i have no idea what love hina is, but it does seem rather accurate.
Your integrity and sense of morals are as strong as a steel wall. Your honesty and pride give you honour, and your haste to defend the honour of good people make you worthy of being called a friend. But you harbour deep feelings of unworthiness, and hide them beneath layers of outward strength and discipline. Because of this, you have a hard time allowing others to call you a friend, and find much of your discontentment turn into frustration. Try to understand that by letting others in, you eliminate much of your frustration and improve your true self-image.
Which Love Hina Girl Are You?
huh. how's the impromptu SARS vacation, guys? really boring? sigh. imprisoned at home by the government. heh. at least when i was out of school it was b/c of 2 feet of snow.
i have trillian. it's not bad, really.
everybody hates freshmen, did you know? they're the lowliest of the low. i enjoy scaring them. middle-schoolers too. i can seriously unnerve people who don't know me very well.
does singapore have the Hugh O'Brian Youth Leadership Seminar? www.hoby.org; i went for delaware state HOBY and it was tons of fun. I'm going to the world conference in july; it would be awesome if singapore was represented.
my thought processes are fractured today.
This essay:
Scepticism and Christianity
Currently a work in progress. I need an editor, dammit!
If Music Be The Food Of Love
Text by Colonel Henry Heveningham, first line by William Shakespeare (1564-1616), from Twelfth Night
Set by Henry Purcell (1658/9-1695), Z. 379, from Gentleman's Journal, June 1692.
If music be the food of love,
Sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
For then my list'ning soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev'rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
So fierce the transports are, they wound,
And all my senses feasted are,
Tho' yet the treat is only sound,
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.
what essay?
sweet? overlook the things that make you special? now don't blow that ego.
When I was young I knew everything
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice
I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her
His girl took a week's worth of Valium and slept
Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says
I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say
I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen
Oh my~! Shinobu-chan! My FAVE character from the series! She apologizes a little too often for my liking though. But I'll choose her over the rest ANY DAY!
You're responsible, sweet, gentle and lovable! You have a loving heart, a great respect for all creatures (human, great and small), and the ability to see the thing that makes each individual special. However, you tend to overlook the things that make you special, and thus, putting you in a position to be pushed around by others. Take some time everyday to reflect on your qualities, and see that you don't have to please everyone and still be loved for who you are.
Which Love Hina Girl Are You?
Took a little trip down memory lane today... In my utter boredom, started to contact lots of people I should have contacted, but never did. Thanks must go out to Xin Ping (hope you recover from your fever soon!), who entertained me with 3 games of Yahoo Pool, after we exhaused all the possible multiplayer games we could have engaged in. Was so bored I just screamed into my pillow just for kicks. And realized that I do lead a sad life.
But of course, after listening to the radio just now, realized that YES! I'm alive! How sad can I be? I'm not sick with anything, nor disabled, nor disturbed. In fact I think I'm actually feeling pretty good. SO I shouldn't be sad. Maybe I should take up Xin Yi's suggestion and keep my eyes open to all the girls around me. Sometimes we just so take the most basic things for granted. And two of the things I've discovered today? I'm alive! And 50% of the population's female! (or 52% actually, if you trust the Census figures I recall)
As I said.. took a little trip down memory lane. Started SMSing all my other friends, had a really nice chat with Yanying, remembered all my old antics. :) My ploy to get students for drumset lessons so I could use their school fees to pay for my drumset. Little things that I've long forgotten, but old friends still remember.
Haha jervis was funny today, didn't understand his England or Turkey question. Joked that he was refering to the Iraq war, when its obviously soccer of some kind. Still think the Turks will win. English are too self absorbed in the pounds and pennies they keep making. Whereas the turks do have the added incentive of hit squads and suicide bombers should they lose this match.
Sorry baos, I've never heard of the song. Post lyrics?
And yes, my trip down memory lane. Went to get this drum practice pad that I've been eyeing since sec 2... and obsoleted table tennis balls that I used to really want, but could never afford. Still remember practicing with the Nittaku branded ones in Pri 3, but couldn't afford the 1 dollar + balls. Got the butterfly ones today, 4 bux for 3. The people I could have been but didn't due to a strange twist of fate.
Someone said on the radio today that we shouldn't spend any energy at all over the past, spend just enough to get past today, and spend most of it dreaming about the future. What da ya think?
And Gabriel does have his essay finally published. Balderdash on the right. Thought I'd advertise for him.
o dead blog....
or was it '97?
