- 2:22 pm

sooner or later
we'll be lookin back on everything
and we'll laugh about it
like we knew what was happening

someday you might listen to what people have to say
now you learn the hard way

time to hit em up; them xams wont know what hit em.


you'll never walk alone
fin

- 11:50 pm

Ballade de Marguerite

(NORMANDE.)

I am weary of lying within the chase
When the knights are meeting in market-place.

Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed town
Lest the hooves of the war-horse tread thee down.

But I would not go where the Squires ride, 5
I would only walk by my Lady’s side.

Alack! and alack! thou art over bold,
A Forester’s son may not eat off gold.

Will she love me the less that my Father is seen,
Each Martinmas day in a doublet green? 10

Perchance she is sewing at tapestrie,
Spindle and loom are not meet for thee.

Ah, if she is working the arras bright
I might ravel the threads by the fire-light.

Perchance she is hunting of the deer, 15
How could you follow o’er hill and meer?

Ah, if she is riding with the court,
I might run beside her and wind the morte.

Perchance she is kneeling in S. Denys,
(On her soul may our Lady have gramercy!) 20

Ah, if she is praying in lone chapelle,
I might swing the censer and ring the bell.

Come in my son, for you look sae pale,
The father shall fill thee a stoup of ale.

But who are these knights in bright array? 25
Is it a pageant the rich folks play?

’Tis the King of England from over sea,
Who has come unto visit our fair countrie.

But why does the curfew toll sae low
And why do the mourners walk a-row? 30

O ’tis Hugh of Amiens my sister’s son
Who is lying stark, for his day is done.

Nay, nay, for I see white lilies clear,
It is no strong man who lies on the bier.

O ’tis old Dame Jeannette that kept the hall, 35
I knew she would die at the autumn fall.

Dame Jeannette had not that gold-brown hair,
Old Jeannette was not a maiden fair.

O ’tis none of our kith and none of our kin,
(Her soul may our Lady assoil from sin!) 40

But I hear the boy’s voice chaunting sweet,
“Elle est morte, la Marguerite.”

Come in my son and lie on the bed,
And let the dead folk bury their dead.

O mother, you know I loved her true: 45
O mother, hath one grave room for two?

oscar wilde


fin

- 11:51 pm

and now, a moments silence for pluto


always was a soldier of fortune

fin

- 12:38 am

have you ever met rikki tikki tavi?

i met him the other night, in a dream. he sat there, in the midst of whirls, twirls, colours and squirls sitting quietly with a sagely expression on his little furry ferrety face, his whiskers twitching ever so slightly in the face of the breeze. the colours maddened as i came closer and his ripe amber eyes eyes deepened in intensity as he sat there in silence for a few minutes before looking up; and with a casual toss of his head said "meow.", before looking on stoicly once more. "I live the dream within you, friend", he seemed to be trying to tell me. "so never forget who you are." With that he yelled RIKKI TIKKI TIKKI TAVI and bounded off his little rock, chasing the whirls and scribbles, sometimes catching them. I asked him what he was doing- "I am building a river" was his reply. and as i looked on, rikki taught me love, tikki taught me joy. his patterns showed me faith and passion, he lightened day in his own fashion. the colours danced their agreement as flowers burst forth from the top of that green hillock. at first i laughed at this little ferret with his big ideas and impossible ambitions, and i laughed at the colours painting the sky all shades of green, blue, red and yellow and i laughed for no reason till my eyes closed of their own volition and reopened; to leave me laughing at a mirror. i could still hear the laughter echo down the long corridor. never before had i felt so alone; a chill gust stole in to nip at me and floating dust motes chose to halt their eternal perambulations for a break on my shoulders. i moved to leave when a merry little voice put me at loss, and a ferrety shadow scampered across.

"i live in all of you, my spirit is true, my spirit is true ", he seemed to whisper. "and if you learn to accept me, you will see what will be. no matter where you go away from yourself, nearer together or closer to far, never forget to never, forget who you are." the wind whispered for the form of rikki tikki tavi till a sudden breeze puffed it away; and it was gone for rikkis return, another day.

fin

- 12:08 am

and then, nirvana.



im done



damnit. this place is turning into an alcoholics anonymous for the soul.
("but i dont drink papa!")
oh yeah. i dont.
so who gives a fuck
i promise ill try to be nice


nothing gold can stay
fin

- 12:00 am

whats left to say that hasnt been said already?


happy 21st, missus
i guess you're all grown up
and i guess this is it
-for me at least.
you never told me
damnit you never did
but then again,
neither did i,
all the things i shoulda said
wanted to say, had to say-
but never did, like i love you,
and im not over you
but you knows whats funny?
im 8 months too late.
funny innit.


never again



fin

- 11:44 pm

riders on the storm

i think nelson mandelas "long walk to freedom" is the most moving human story i have ever come across. its simply brilliant for its lack of hate and for the simple, humble manner in which he conveys his ideas. now thats somebody who has achieved something.

spending my days studying with sarah and hazmi. came down during break today after a couple a essays (i actually got my econs and lit in on time. tts a new record) to meet bhavan and daniel for 'the green government security council round table talks' before stumbling into dheesha who has cut her hair such that now it only extends to her shoulders. then down to mr kwoks tutorial and ms veeras long long memory jog and back to studying before dragging myself back to home poolside with sarah and hazmi. just chillin by the pool with a couple a friends, with a cool breeze whipping across- excellent. but its nothing like my sunset way- i had a whole park to relax in with friends coming down anytime. speakin of, rachel is leavin on the 9th of september for a university in manchester city to study law so all the best rach dear darling sister. i will miss you.

been studying like a dog and hope to continue this way. this head is starting to work again (i hope). dont talk much nowadays. might bite your head off. and then some.

so here we are.
dont think for a second that ive forgotten.

fin

- 3:21 pm

i really miss home, and seeing as to how i have to spend much of my time is in this old place down here, tigger has very kindly consented to take y'all on a virtual journey round 100 sunset way.



this is the cosy comfy living room. many a chuckle was shared here,many a bottle of champagne popped and many a cat that rested their furry selves awhile on the comfy comfy sofas.



another corner of comfort. i loved this place.



dining room and outdoor dining. i used to curl up here a lot, and the dogs would be lyin about the outdoor dining benches. stupid dogs. especially that small one. always fighting with me.



heres that stupid small dog that akesh liked better than me. stupid bitch! only deservant of my scratches and claws! MIAO!



akeshs room. full of stuff for me to scratch and bite! im not really as malicious as you think, i just have...issmews.



theres also this beautiful view from the balcony! sunset park is awesome. i prowl there and have successfully humped every female thing within a 10 kilometre radius. its good to be the king.



the old mans car was real good for sleeping on- unless the top was down. daddy yankee an can drive the wheels offa it.




this was my favourite room- the room of doom with a loom soom toom hoom blah dee blah-oom place. miao. whats a house without friends?



wonderful place. ill be back.


fin

- 11:12 pm

tatouage bleu

if she follows it, it flees it
if she flees it, it follows her
this is thus,
this is registered as
that of love
and of tears

I do not try to say that I had reason
I will not admit that I was wrong
you look to flee me,
for wrong or for some
reason I like you again

the blood freezes itself,
but the fear
it is this, ever threatening,
never the thought

this blue tattoo indicates our loves
this blue tattoo is on our hearts
for always linked to us
never
us linked to never

separation of what is good,
and resistance of the body
but I?
I know well that it likes itself again

to what good do we keep you
within our prisons
since I will go there
or drives you
to go out to look for you
flee me,
for wrong or reason
I like you again

the fire understands the memories,
this exquisite sketch links our lives
to never

and this blue tattoo indicates our loves
and this blue tattoo is on our hearts always
indicates our loves linked to us
never us linked to never

something secures them,
that reads in their eyes,
to the infinite one of their
blue tattoos

fin

- 12:02 am

jan smuts has been kidnapped and wim jonk is dead. oh the horror. the other day i threw jan smuts up the school wall and walked off, coming back half an hour later to find him still slowly rolling down; the only difference being that this time a crowd of weirdo girls had gathered round it throwing things at it. my poor jan smuts! in any case, bhavans army mate armjack was there leading the snarling gibbering pack of hyenas throwing things at jan smuts before he fell down and was beset upon. the horror, the horror.

in any case i been studyin like a dog with my bro haz who just today went to get specs. i will never ever wear spectacles in my life; theyre terribly annoying. my chum james and 'chums-not' bhavan (bhavan reserves his chumhood for a selected elite including such global superstars as stally baby, kokonut and urkel) have been studying with me in the library today whilst bhavan praises the virtues of kids who dont turn up for his tuition but still have to pay him. take that democracy! no wait. im pro-democracy. its all good.

after bhavan left james and i headed down to the gym. its been good stuff and in three weeks ive moved up from benching twenty to a death defying 33 kilograms! talk about gains galore (which is now the gymmin catchphrase of haz and i). headed down to j8 for dinner with mr james who was labelled as a budding entrepreneur in econs lec today after the teacher heard me hissing his name across the LT, and for his keynes like thoughtful pose; although we all have doubts as to whether those thoughts are anything close to keynesical, ruminations of lightbulbs and allusions perhaps? or maybe that someone else. aaaaaaaanyways we were in j8 and walked into this christian shop pretending to love jesus (which we do! okay just kidding. i love batman better, and aishwarya rai? she off them charts boy) when we found these keychains with christian names and attributes and guess what james' attribute was? TRUTHFULNESS! hahahahahahaha NOTHING coulda been more true; james admitted to not doing homework the other day without even being asked- talk about integrity huh mr james. so we walked down to the bus stop talking about post a level plans and chicks when suddenly james announced his intentions to turn into a pimp ala tip drill after the a's. remember, IF YOU SEE A TIP DRILL POINT OUT WHERE SHE AT. we actually went and chose a target for after the a's, after james cheerfully acknowledged a couple a chicks he's been banned from since the start of this year (so no worries stevie, snoop bhavy, we covered) and YES. its a rekindling of sort; any memories from last year people? jaring james is back in action.

i guess its fun to think of all these post a level events (especially the whole tip drill bit) but keep that head down and chargin. as it is im already doing my old chum nadias KI homework because she has TB fever and should be sleeping but is not. some stuff on humour. see? i do KI good too.

i still havent seen the postbox yet. i guess the way things are getting hectic round skool now'll probably make sure i wont. now for the mad dash to september, and we'll see how everything goes from there, cos then ill have two very important people back in my life- james singh and sital. till then, y'all sleep tight.

fin

- 11:26 pm

you see, it was never goodbye.



we havent even said hello.



fin

- 12:14 am

the firefly

in darkest deepest coldest night
they ran a path towards a light
to realise twas no light at all
but a firefly perched on the wall

its red brick burnt and charred yet still
from humanities dearth and loss of will
in face of peril still it glowed
its stood there bright resolve unbowed

what hope was found was lost withal
till a voice came forth, its clarion call
children stay awhile and fear me not
was never ill intentioned what love begot

what fate deals out we must receive
and beg not now for just reprieve
just run on steadfast in the night
yet always keep this hope in sight

that burden borne is what was earned
every fall is a lesson learned
but stand up right and keep love strong
and hold your tears back with my song

i hold your hearts within my light
tis that that makes my hope so bright
keep your faith and so set free
they who might not stumble 'pon me

they ran on now with hope renewed
to breaking dawn and leaves now dewed
to warm crimson flows, serendipity
lives now free from antipathy

and as it flew away
into the night sky
they silently loved
the firefly

fin

- 11:08 pm

SINGAPOREANS: YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU!


The recent acts of terrorism throughout the world showed that the terrorists’ threshold for violence and mass destruction has risen significantly. Even in Singapore, the possibilities of terrorist attacks involving weapons of mass destruction such as chemical, biological and radioactive substances cannot be totally ruled out.

To meet these increasing threats, we need you, dear singaporeans to combat this with NATIONAL SPIRIT. Below are some of these measures:


1) Turn up for school in red and white on national day to fight the oppresive school regime forcing you to wear school uniforms


2) Show your fellow citizens 'The Love'. its high in fibre.


3) Shave Regularly, or risk looking like the above hobo.


4) Avoid Gluttony. eat to live, dont live to eat. or grow muscle and become like some crazy ass iron pumper.


5) Be A Chum, Do The Right Thing, by being adventurous and daring. reach them stars y'all.


6) Have More Kids. that way you can make your own soccer team and single handedly improve singapore soccer.


8)Dont Drink And Drive. you'll forget how to count and might end up as plastered as these to idiots.

HELP THE NATION AND HAVE A HAPPY NATIONAL DAY

P.S. remember kids, dont do drugs. cheers!

fin

- 12:00 pm

its dark here. the night sky is free from the clouds that more often then not do their best to dim her splendour and the warm beams emanating from the silvery moon are scattered by the leaves rustling softly in their midnight sussurus. so there are some memories that go on, and some that fade away but tonight is a night for quiet reminiscence; and a night to forget. a cat slinks by, purring softly as it smoothes its way through the velvet folds of darkness; padding by on dew kissed grass.

sometimes i think the night comes to give us all solace from the searing reality of day and give us peace from the various travails of mankind. night is a time of utter serenity (in the right places), whether you're sharing a steaming mug of cocoa with a friend down by starbucks, or simply out in a quiet place to revel in all its stark beauty as defined by what light the stars decide to dole out; or when they shine out bright on good days. good days, old love, new memories and glorious renewal; of the self, the soul and the being.

so lifes like that. its about the now and why and not the how and then. and its passing by so quickly you almost forget that you're moving along with it; and it makes me wonder if we'll remember all the good times we had and all the beauty around us in years to come. if we're lying dying and wondering 'have i really lived?', i hope i die smiling. i love my friends. you all know who you are. (chums love to nabhav 16:32 and jay-mez and much to sarah and hazmi)

life loves pulling these kinda stunts on you. you think you getting it bad and then realise that its not so bad because the wind will always hold you and the sky will always love you. because there is a god, there is, never forget that he isn't finished with you yet- and i am glad for that.

mamavatu sri sarasvati

so lets not forget about the really important things in life; the things that really matter- things that dont have to parade behind superficial masks of importance. lets remember that life is about so much more than this corporeal phantasm we'll never grasp; life is about beauty and passion, life is about love. lets think of the people suffering in lebanon and israel and send them hope from our souls; because we have so much and they have so little.

and as we wind on down the road
our shadows taller than our souls

and now that night has slain our shadows,
lets be free

mamavatu sri sarasvati
kamakoti peta nivasini
komalakara saroja drita veena
seematita vara vak
vibhushani
rajadiraja poojita charane
rajiva nayane
ramaniya vadane
sujana manorata poorana chature
nijaguna shobhita manimaya haare
ajabhava vandinta
vasudeva
charanarchita sakala veda sara
-susheela raman-

stairway to heaven
fin

- 1:47 pm

watch us write
about tonight
forever and never
we fight the fight
in flight
tonight

fin

- 10:19 pm

nobody should be this tired


ugh



fin

- 12:38 am

i was just watching 'sometimes in april' on hbo. its about the rwandan genocide in which close to a million people were massacred for the sole fact that they were different from another type of rwandan african; and this massacre of the tutse people by the hutus has been punished up to date by 20- yes 20 convictions with jail sentence by the UN. 20 people charged for the slaughter of close to a million people. human beings slaughtered, massacred, murdered by their fellow countrymen for the sole fact that they were different- little children, women, fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers all suffered the same fate and all this hatred and resentment was borne out of the inability of them belgian bastard rulers to think long term- they let the upper class tutsi minority take the fall for belgian mistakes, breeding hatred and societal stratification. close to a million were killed- a million. just look at our skool- we got what? 2000 kids? thats 5000 RJCs wiped out. murder on a mass scale.

"Thousands of civilians were killed in the conflict. U.N. member states refused to answer UNAMIR's requests for increased troops and money."

that man can stand by and watch and debate as to whether to take action while his fellows are being killed by their own people is disgusting- the US - light of freedom and whatfuck sat their fat arses down and had a whole 'oh my this is terribly wrong' before noticing that live porn was going on on channels 92 and 54, and that their chicken wings were growing cold. nothing was given to the UN to save the rwandans, underfunded and understaffed they did what they could- and even they were attacked. the american government couldnt really give a fuck could they? after all the place had no oil, was landlocked without any strategic use, and after all it was only africans dying right? our sub-human friends? and to think we pride ourselves as humans as being civilised.

war disgusts me. murder and killing of innocents bears no justification. its happening in lebanon now- we read about civilians dying everyday; and it happened in rwanda back then. this needs to stop. and theres no point just saying that- we gotta do something.


someday i will fight for these people in international courts of law


and then them fuckers gonna get some
fin

- 9:07 pm

the days are getting shorter and the nights longer. never really thought id be saying this but right now my life revolves around work, essays, gymmin, good music (wit dat study song playlist y'all) and hittin sunset on sundays. who woulda ever thought that listenin to the soviet national anthem would actually help our crisis of communism? georgia on my mind by ray charles is awesome. i guess im goin into this whole jazz/blues thing now. a bit of born on the bayou by ccr, a bit of sinatra and some tom jones.

chasin down a who do there

pretty hectic nowadays. weekdays startin to look all packed and tired-like. then on weekends its all loll about pretending to do work while waiting for 530 to come so i guess it all balances out in the end.

its pretty sweet what good music can do to you. you're dead tired and suddenly you hear an absolutely gorgeous song and are instantly reminded bout what lifes all about. keepin it simple.


come there sweet and clear
is moonlight through the pines


fin

- 12:11 am

give it up

nobody knows what they don't know,
so never think you might know me.
that's something to take home tonight.

nobody knows the way they care the birds,
and I've learned to play both ends.
and that's something to take home tonight.

if I tried enough,
and get high enough,
most grown men don't cry enough.
so I cry myself to sleep,
cry myself to sleep

i keep sayin goodbye
fin

mr lovva lovva


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