Wednesday, September 15, 2004
- 7:38 pm
the sky is overcast, grey, as the evening sets in. its beautiful, in a sense. almost serene, like time has stopped in this strange uneven glowing blue twilight. its so damp everywhere outside - and its so peaceful, almost masking the fact that today isnt any ordinary day, its day before the history prelim day. and as ive restudied china russia and germany, along with causes of WWII, du riechst so gut [ something i was gonna say, but dint in the end ], du hast, buch dich and engel streaming forth from my radio at large decibels.
live aus berlin
no prizes for guessing what that means.
prelims...and how time flies during the papers. they make 2 hours seem like a quarter the amount at 10 times the usual concentration.
see how it shatters?
sec 3s,shaddap and attend the gathering of sttd people, cos we sec 4s cant go, and its a good bonding session. attendance is not mandatory - its voluntary, but anyone who doesnt volunteer will be slapped with 20 hours of detention.
after itching to play again after certain leg hurts and people - look at that harmonica! quit gerrymandering! i used to have a terrapin named jackie! - people who throw broody looks and sulk about ; until i throw something in return - hows a brick sound?
james passed by outside the other day at about 8, so with a quick 'dont kill too many people today' he went on with my blessings, and to return later for some 'myoplex da'.
and so we all fall down
yes we do kitty cat! yes we dooooo!
when i grow up, i wanna become the grim reaper!
but most importantly i am strongly desirous of having this terrible sadness dissipate - lest i am diagnosed as manically depressed. is it better than criminally insane?
i dont know, i dont know, tell me...
theres only one thing that i really know for sure;
that i am, that i am, craaaa-aaazy!
oh eh oh im daakter boom bombay
speaking of eh oh, whatever happened to the teletubbies? did barney feel turned on by big momma t-rex in walking with dinosaurs and start working out? did he become a big hunky funky purple (what? to attract lesbians issit?) flesh eating, bone spitting tyrannosaurus?
consider the teletubby themes for some shows (as quoted by raakton bin nontak, their #1 viewer).
dipsy makes custard.
tinky winky finds his ball
lala catches a rabbit
pos wonderful day
why cant they be more like:
dipsy realises hes a bastard.
tinky winky finds his balls.
lala catches dipsy and po at it again.
or even like
po buys illegal semi automatic weaponry and goes on a shooting rampage.
wed probably have tinky winky hauling his big purple arse down to a self help centre before realising that he doesnt really know what sex he is, and that strange antennae on his head is picking up a lot of illegal satellite porn.
or that i dunno what to do and distract myself by writing pointlessly and non comittaly in circles. im just writing for the sake of writing, because all there is left to do is write.
and everyone is gone,
and everything is gone.
the child of ra and mya, the two egyptian gods is going on wednesday, and its really good for her because shes going to york (in england for the idiots who dont know) and therefore will not be in singapore - for a long time. she will enjoy the sweet bliss of singaporelessness with the only things there to haunt her of this bleak place being the few other singaporean students there, and the memories of people she left behind.
everything else just stops and snaps - all in an instant. funny to think your life is like a raindrop - but the most complicated damn raindrop ive seen, or to be more poetic - a tear. life is a tear. not the one pronounced tare, but tyeer. why, i dont know, but it seems different. the only people who seem to have gotten life figured out are ramya, that dying old man in a cave on the mountain, thenuga, and the most understanding one - marilyn manson.
after all, sweet dreams are made of these,
and anyway,
who am i to disagree?
hit the stars
