amour amour

Monday, January 24, 2005

- 9:53 pm

i think the name about sums it up. the fact that mondays are nothing but bad news has been promulgated so widely its no surprise thats its the first day of the week, and already im drained emotionally, physically and financially. its been a long day, starting off with two long lectures and then two tutorials back to back, all at a grand total of 4.5 hours with a half hour break somewhere within the frenzied mess.

after skool i went and tried out for the debates team; it was quite a debacle watching everyone else debate; though i shant explain why or let anything out aside from this argument by a certain idiot which wasnt an argument at all but a load of bullshit on the trail of several red herrings (when did brazilian road companies become multi national corporations pray tell?), an carried on with an argument with about as much information in it as a menopausal old hag is fertile. anyway since we're on the topic of menopausal old hag, i might as well say MOLE. if you dont know why; dont worry, its not meant for you to know. very few people survive the experience sarah did (yawns and stretches) in which case she was exposed to certain unsavoury elements. poor sarah seah.

ch-ch-ch-changes

its a dark dark night; and the bed is so alluring to my tired self; yet i press on merely for the sake of writing to ease some of my boredom and need for expression. today i read out some dramatised lines with some other guy; and i felt it all coming back. the thrill, the adrenaline rush that comes with being someone else, doing something else, the thrill of putting up that masquerade for an audience; and debating is not the same; no way it can match drama. unfortunately the ELDDS isnt having any first three month productions; so sad for me.

i went and sat outside a while and thought about everything. about how life went about its strange ways; and having my entire perception of it change. i mean what dyou want? the poetic version, or the politically correct explanation of life? figure it out for yourself; everyone discovers something unique to their own belief. and all the moon does is stare down and bathe me in her light; cool and comforting; unlike the harsh bright heat of the day. its a soft, mellow glow; inviting and caressing at the same time.

your hair was gold, your eyes were blue,
all i ever got from you
was sorrow

the ways of the world are strange; but its up to us as individuals to find that way, and change whatever we can for the better. you only live once; and if its true that the spark that burns the brightest burns longest;

i hope i die before i get old

death. falling slowly from a cliff in the middle of the velvet night to the sound of the waves crashing below, and realising at that very moment that that is

the end.

fin

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rackin' em up since before you were born
(january 2004)