Saturday, October 23, 2004
- 9:08 pm
its dark outside, and the stars are out again. water drips slowly, lazily from the dark green foliage directly outside my balcony, a chill breeze stealing through the door and through my oversized freshjive 07 t-shirt, to meet with flesh. but i heed it not, i dont feel physically connected to myself anymore, although today i decided that my body is my temple, and will be treated as such.
question authority!
give a damn!
ban the bra!
peace!
i remember that time i played that old guitar for all it was worth (although all it was worth was quite pathetic, i cant play for nuts) and then smashed it and burnt it like the rock stars of the seventies. i feel like i was born in the wrong time, i want to wear bell bottoms and listen to lennon and co the whole day, to wait for the next 'the who' album to come out, to sit about with my hippie friends enjoying the americana life of the time. but im a boy in the year 2004, born june 10th 1988, and thats just fine by me right not.
amour amour
im reading the namesake by jhumpa lahiri, and her gentle style of writing is somehow encouraging me to start writing a novel of my own..although im still thinking of a plot. im almost there, i know itll be about indian immigrants to the US or Singapore or england, in a story that will span three generations. or the shift from the country to the city during the times of ghandhi and the fight for independance. not now, but soon.
read it, its called the namesake.
i miss rp. i mean the raffles players, as in the raffles players which belonged to matin, hadri, christian, kenneth, chee chong, amogh, jireh, hulin, azizul and myself. i miss the real rp that was the bunch of animal farm 2002. i miss the soul of the raffles players that lived in visitors to kenny hill, with hadri and matin and kenneth, azizul, hulin and i. when we were the raffles players, and we did whatever we wanted. the rp that belonged to us, that raffles players with their hullett house majority, that raffles players which belonged to us, that raffles players which will forever represent an unprecedented era of talent in drama seen in all of us, an incomparable age, which saw the introduction of navjote, waikit and chengchai. an rp that was always strong, that was held together by brotherly ties, care, affection and love, rp which was wiping out its last vestiges of feminism. i remember that raffles players, that group who used to go to mcs all the time, whod have bloody good times all the time, the inseparable bunch whod stick with each other through thick and thin, i remember hadri and matin who took such good care of me, i remember kenneth who wasnt allowed to join, but was still one of us, i remember jireh who changed my dramatic life, i remember my 'kinsman' amogh who was so damn funny, who broke his teeth on a veggie burger, i remember a totally different azizul, a different hulin, a different navjote, a different me. i remember us as happy people, i remember the raffles players as how they were, i remember 2002 and 2003, i remember times when we were happy, when nothing could make us sad. and that is precisely why animal farm and visitors to kenny hill were the best productions of our time. the raffles players will never reach such a level of talent and brotherhood ever again, because they will never have their replacements. amogh jireh, martin, elizer,and chee chong were replaced by hadri, matin, christian and benuel, who were in turn replaced by hulin, azizul and i..and we leave unreplaced by any talent of such adequacy. i miss the raffles players for all we were, and for all we will never be. for all our okahs! and hadris mole, and elmo, and everything we said, were taught, for everything we sang. for everytime we laughed, be it at made abuse cases, joyosagee or normi darus, army akshay, hadri and his abusive imaginary broom and/or spoon, and everything we did. i miss the raffles players of 2002/2003, because we were the best we ever were then- and nobody will ever be as great as we were. absolutely nobody.
the night comes and i remember again. it couldnt have happened at a worse possible time, but it has, and i need to die, although i wish i had the courage to kill myself, and quite frankly, the courage to do certain other things, say other things. maybe not kill myself, cos that'd be stupid, but definitely other things.
i want to go back to july. i want to go straight back, but i cant. nobody can take back time.
they can only take time ahead of them,
and change their stars.
i only wish i knew how,
how to stop dying of you everyday
finality.
our only constant
For those of you who don't have kids or are far too young to remember
the splendid children's TV programme "Rainbow", this may be a little
lost on you...... but it must have been a great episode to watch!
Almost too ridiculous to believe... These are taken from original
Rainbow scripts and there's no way these could have been done by
accident. Innuendo all the way....
The sketch opens with Zippy peeling a banana...
Zippy: "One skin, two skin, three skin, four.... "
George: "Zippy, where is Bungle?"
Zippy: "I think Geoffrey is trying to get him up"
We see a view of the door and hear Bungle moaning from behind it.
Bungle: "Geoffrey, I can't get it in"
Geoffrey: "You managed it last night"
Bungle: "I know, let's try it round the other way around. Ooooooh, I've got it in"
Bungle and Geoffrey enter the studio with Bungle carrying a hammer and peg kit
Bungle: "Would you stick this on the shelf, George"
George: "I can't reach, you'll have to stick it up yourself,
Geoffrey (to camera) " Hello everyone, today we are talking about playing"
Bungle: "Playing with each other, Geoffrey?"
Geoffrey: "Yes Bungle, do you have a special friend that you like to play with?"
George: "Yesterday we played with our balls.
Are we going to play with our friend's balls today?"
Bungle: "Yes, and we can play with our twangers as well."
Geoffrey (to camera): Have you seen Bungles twanger?
Zippy: "Oh I have, I showed him how to pluck with it."
Bungle: "It's my plucking instrument."
Geoffrey asks the audience if they can pluck like Bungle
Zippy: "I can, I'm the best plucker here."
George: "And I'm good at banging. My peg's hard isn't it Zippy?"
Zippy: "Well of course it is, Your peg wouldn't go in if it was soft."
Geoffrey: "Let's get back to Bungle's twanger."
Bungle (excited): "Oooooh Geoffrey, we could all paint our twangers couldn't we?"
George: "Let's sing that plucking song."
Bungle: "Rod and Roger can get their instruments out and Jane has got two lovely Maracas."
Singers Rod, Roger and Jane enter.
Rod: "We could hear you all banging away."
Roger: "Banging can be fun."
Jane: "Ooooh yes, and I was banging away all last night with Rod and Roger."
Roger (looking sad): "Yes, but it broke my plucking instrument."
Geoffrey: "Never mind Roger, let sing the plucking song, come on
everybody get your instruments out."
Rod (to Jane): "Do you want to blow on my pipe while I'm twanging away?"
Jane: "Oh no Rod, I was blowing a lot with Roger last night. But would you
like to play with my maracas?"
Zippy: "No, let's just pluck away with our twangers."
Bungle: "Yes, it doesn't matter what size your twanger is."
Zippy: "I've got a big red one."
George: "I've only got a tiny twanger. But it works well and I like to play with it."
Geoffrey (to viewers): "Well, have you got your twangers out? And remember,
you can bounce your balls at the same time. If you haven't got any balls,
ask a friend if you can play with his. Now, let's all sing the plucking song."
Everyone in studio: "Pluck, pluck, pluck away, we're going to pluck all day today."
"Pluck, pluck, pluck away, we're going to pluck all day."
Geoffrey (to viewers): " It's time for us all to go now, but don't forget to
get your twangers out and play with your balls." "See you soon. Bye."
hit the stars
