life seems so simple when everythings fine,
but goes and messes itself up when things change, and usually for the worst.
warm summers, flitting about memory,
silent like spring,
traipsing about the mindless soliloquy,
indefinable, indecisive, incongrous,
and back.
come back, and dont turn round.
links zwo drier vir!
return to guard faith,
return and keep us in good faith,
dont depart, dont desert,
like the sands of long ago,
newness, freshness,
holy.
"have at thee vile dog! thou art no match for he who hast been proclaimed round saxony as the greatest knight to live, and he sits under the shade of yonder willow! for he is none other than lancelot, who hast been deemed unworthy by the grail maidens for sins he hath committed...if indeed thou wert possesed of the desire to challenge such a worthy opponent to a joust, then ride forth and let the device on your shield be seen by all - lest you die nameless by the spear of my most worthy lord, sir lancelot."
above is what the squire of sir lancelot might have said if lancelot was a pompous bastard, or if he really existed.
on to the real stuff, like how the madristas came from 2-0 down to whack AS Roma
4-2 with goals from from raul, figo, and back on track roberto carlos.
sigh.
so many things i remember which i would do better not to,
but maybe we should remember everything good- especially when theres nothing else to remember,
until you can make your own new memories,
with new friends, at new places, everything, anything.
the sky is blue, like it just rained, but somehow, i dont remember rain today...everythings just in a mess, and i want to go back - i want to take it back to the start, before anything went wrong, before anything ever happened, back beyond sing to the dawn, back to when i was living peacefully and happily before being struck by a whole host of problems..but have grown used to it by now, and things should change...should.
ramya is in england, or paris, or somewhere halfway round the world, and singapore will only be graced by the prescence of the french trashy cooking whore in july 2005.
self righteous suicide
a prospect that grows more and more appealing with every passing day, but i cant...
i have promised max to save her from the clutches of one of the great evils of the world next year - and so for the sake of my siamese sistah (yes. we will win singapore idol and use the money for our hair separation.) i will destroy the abomination that has somehow been set loose on this earth to wreak havoc.
i, in the meantime, have fallen from grace.
nothing gold can stay
mr lovva lovva
akesh*
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