amour amour

Monday, January 17, 2005

- 7:51 pm

such is the way of the world that the biggest and most accountable explanation of life is found in its more dimunitive beings, and the truth behind meaning is pointlessness, as we meander about our little worlds with our little minds being the centres of our own universes. that each cell of the body works specifically in tandem with other cells to perform specific functions is fascinating, although right as i write this on my lecture pad m having the heck bored out of me by that biology woman and her stupid cells.

weep for me father,
weep for me,
most accursed of beings,
and bless me with sweet fury
to earn repentance from the sinners
of thy world

it occurs to me that AIDS is actually the Morgana Le Fay of viral infections. in any case, lets jump back to yesterday.

the stadium was packed, the indonesian fans (maids mostly, wasting a day off. poor sods!) in one tiny corner doing their little ripple whilst the remaining 60000 singaporeans performed the kallang wave in preparation for the kick off. speaking honestly, ive never really felt any national pride (the closest to it being some semblance of skool pride when im on a stage), but that day was a first. everyone was jumping and screaming, from the fat man whose seven chins jiggled violently, to the boy shouting hokkien vulgarities at the referee (kaninabe chou chibai bloody fuck referee your mother is a dog stupid fuckhead nabe!). this of course happened after Aide Iskandars sending off. gosh! i wonder who the boy was. ;) and finally, the customary cheers of 'KAYU!' for the dumbarse ref, who was such a bitch it hurt. and when we scored the first time, and again, i heard the kallang roar. it wasnt simply great, it was awe inspiring; and it carried with it the impudence of the boy telling his teacher 'for fun and laughter, peace and joy' when questioned on questionable aspects of his behaviour, as it was hurled at the indonesians. we got our penalty scored by the brilliant agu casmir (agu! agu!), and we were all so happy, so ecstatic tears came to our eyes as indonesians had their hopes dashed, and fears realised (yes keane, i know. so sue me.). poor poor bambang. lionel lewis was brilliant, and i remembered thinking before i left of someday how id tell people, 'i was there.'

the previous paragraph was a politically correct answer, and as such, was a whole load of bullcrap which did not in any way represent any of the writer (akesh)'s views.

and then at home i dreamed. i dreamed like i have been the past nights, that i could fly, and meet you, and carried you away to the clouds. i dreamt a dream of a dream, i dreamed of a lost path, a broken road. and when i woke up in the middle of the night i did something very stupid. i will get over you.

someday.

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