Saturday, September 25, 2004
- 12:44 pm
i blogged again, but it was too personal, so i just saved it as a draft.
whats the gender of our generation?
wake up,
you dreamin too much boy.
you wantin too much,
you missin too much,
you hurtin too much,
stop or you gonna go too far boy.
dont take that step cos its mine leading towards self righteous suicide. if i died, id make sure itd be for some beautiful reason. i jumped off a cliff at night to feel the velvet smoothness of the air hold me for eternity as i fall forever, i starve to death to understand the true meaning of suffering, i burn myself to become one with the elements, earth fire water.
speak with me, my only mind
you take the legend for a fall
wednesday and thursday were good.
i met ramya and then i left for starbucks, where i wrote the other entry in a somewhat distracted manner until my dear friend max appeared and then we were at starbucks for a while, and then we parted company, and i went on to lido and took the next show for the terminal which was the 2pm show (and it was 155! talk about luck man) and then i was luckier still because the person i was next to was really nice, and we chatted and laughed like crazy throughout the show, and in the end, we swapped numbers, although i dint really take hers down and i gave her someone elses number (damn i need to sneeze. ahwaikitchoo! no i dont really sneeze like that. although thats pretty much obvious. see how i meander?) i was walking out and this bunch of girls (so much for them trying to be discreet) were pointing at my shirt and giggling cos it read
stop staring
you cant afford it
then i go to borders hoping against hope that reise, reise is out there - but its not. i end up seeing ariffin, amin, bhavan and a number of other people, including the great fashion guru who wore the trendy purple shirt to youniverse. [woosah!]
the toxicity of our city
then the next day i go out with hulin shumin and kat, and as expected, we had a great time, although i did have to call my dad and ask him to bail me out.
damn.....woke up like 630 this morning just so that i could be at yew tee by 830. im usually there like 830 saturday mornings before going to these blocks to do work.
its all part of the big plan involving ligation of our nation.
singapore our home and nation,
together with deforestation,
join in like youve never,
done before!
yesterday alex from new zealand called, and we have vowed to swap accents.
dum de do.
thing is, i wrote this action packed, emotion charged entry- and then deleted it. i dont know why, i just dont want to, cos whats it gonna achieve? whats it gonna change? nothing, except that i needed to write.
ah well.
its hot and sunny, and the dust swirls about in the air outside, as the sounds of a pneumatic drill penetrate the walls of my room, and not even the lazy rotations of my fan is doing anything to help alleviate the discomfort brought about by the intense heat.
of course, i could have said that in one line,
its really hot in here.
malapropism to the max.
or i coulda said extreme.
ah well, maxtreme will just have to do.
math math math
big bad voodoo
and in a while, things will go back to their normal continuum,
time will resume once more,
as i take the seconds apart and peer at their innards.
what makes a second?
okay, lets take time to be a wave.
and then lets consider it to be a fourth dimension, and a sort of treadmill on which the other three dimensions run. this wave has crests and peaks, and occasionally you can look back in time and see things from beyond the dimensions, in other terms, see memories, things that once moved through a certain place - which explains ghosts and paranormal sightings. this wave of time comprises of slides, because the smallest unit is not a second. the smallest unit of time is infinitely small, but if we were to consider it in context with a living person, it would be the time taken for the smallest macromolecule in the body to move very, very slightly. a second is made up of millions of these, like an eternity to the small things withinm but just another second to us, as it slips us by. it just moves along- unstoppable. technically, travelling back in time should only be made possible with the advent of interdimension travel - and that would take millions of years to do. to put a living thing from three dimensions into existence on a piece of paper, or on the floor like a perpetual cartoon without damage to the organism mentioned would be the first form, and from there, things will progress. the innards of a second can be divided into slides, which once lived, can never be returned. look outside now, and watch the trees move and sway, then come back in. now think of the time you were standing there a few seconds ago, watching them sway. it seemed so inconsequential then, while it was happening, but you realise you can never have that time back.
as much as you want time back,
time spent somewhere,
time spent doing something,
time spent with someone.
you can never have it back.
hit the stars
