Thursday, September 09, 2004
- 9:31 pm
reise, reise
and so they asked as they bent down to question the man lying on the ground -
can you bring it?
and he stared right back up, fire burning in the dark brown of his eyes, and he told them - i will.
eto lo su'quento - sar'gasso maria
whither dost thou travel?
for the wind is cold and biting, wouldst thou rather not gather round the fire and bask in its warmth? for the path is long and wearisome, and the roads are haunted by wolves and bandits.
brasil has upset me by drawing 1-1 with germany, whom the beat 2-0 in the world cup finals, and to add insult to injury, kevin kuranyi scored the equaliser against brasil, brazilian born kevin kuranyi.
la nina
italy however came out with a 1-0 scoreline scored by pinturicchio himself, which is greatly pleasing. yeay.
la nina del panuela colorado
on the 23rd, i will go with hulin to the mandarin hotel, and then proceed to the third floor to dr soh's orthodontic clinic to get my braces removed, after six long long years. these metal contraptions of evil will finally be exorcised from mine poor sufferant mouth, and life will become more pleasant. of course some people had to go and drown this joy by leaving the country the day before.
los del rio!
hello. i am returned from a journey to a place so terrifying i still bear the marks of it 'pon thyself. yes, i have ventured into my mind by attempting to achieve the state of mind commonly regarded as nirvana, through the activity of meditation, which i have learnt to control everything beneath the surface whilst maintaining a calm outer surface. it doesnt matter what position you choose to bear (for example, i was sitting in a tree with monica until a certain someone saw us and got jealous and hovered about until i told her to go off with him), just empty your mind of all thought, and believe me, its much harder than you think to think about nothing because the mind has a lot to say - no matter who you are.
no matter who you are - what ever you do - please, dont try this at home.
singapore idol is such a complete joke. the so called 'idols' voices lack richness and lustre, and my godsister rekha could whack all of them out of shape any time, anywhere with her jazz singing. and cmon lah, shumin and kat could do better than them if they tried, easy, whilst none of them could lay a finger on zul, and im pretty sure i could put them to shame. thats why next year, we might go - but im going with my siamese connected at the hair twin max.
they walked along quite quietly wondering where they were going, not quite sure, but with a small amount of certainty that they were going the right way...and then the sun rose. they could see again.
i'll go buy rammstein, german rock is divine.
3 and a half hours of math in a cold classroom is no fun.
ive been wrong again and again, and the way things change wreck everything - everything, nothing escapes the inevitable change brought about by emotion and mood because it quite essentially changes who i am - and i fear none have the patience to ride it out, save a few, one of whom is leaving singapore, and one other who is coming with me on the 23rd to get the braces removed.
heres my ticket mr collector man,
now come claim my life.
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands
why have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
hit the stars
