Friday, April 27, 2007
- 2:57 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 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
- 12:11 am
so here we are.
im sure we'd do fine
for love is a strange thing
its only known for a feeling
and love is the strange thing
too often leaves us reeling
good morning starshine
in the nights silence
nadia
the last few hours of my pre-soldier life. a part of me is excited, and another part saddened, rueing the things i will miss. most of all you, who will constantly be in my mind. just got back from dinner with dipak and her, so here goes nothing.
packed everything. the ns bag is packed, and the cardboard boxes containing all my possessions lie sitting in the living room. their plain exteriors belie the life that shines within; a treasure trove of memories.
its gonna be pretty interesting meeting all the new people, and more importantly, taking a step closer to university.
night flower
it was dark outside
the wind whispering to
nights lugubrious bride
the trees hugging darkness
to their wooden souls as if
savouring respite from the sun
a golden, glorious sin
is cut off,
suddenly
the void is filled in
silently,
and in the deepening dread
a flower trembles,
querulously.
lonely shadows trudge slowly
along the barren moor
following the guiding light
two by three by four
ever cutting circular furrows
into fabric of the night
his cloak torn thus
he lets out a cry
and flees the scene
so day may watch him die
and in the lifting shadow,
a flower sways,
gently.
keep it real
fin
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
- 9:27 am
"It has been said that the world's best player has been seen at Old Trafford this season. He has now and, on this evidence, Ricardo Izecson dos Santos, aka Kaka, is that man."
this is why manchester united football club are going to lose the second leg to A.C Milan when they visit the san siro; and theyre just real lucky that ronaldo; la phenomena, is banned from the champions league this season. KAKA! typical brazilian brilliance far outstripped anything the bloody mancunians had to offer, despite their 3 fluke goals; obviously the same mistakes are going to be made in milan. and then! off to the finals to meet liverpool, and another istanbul.
in other news, as it turns out im a rather good cook. just the other day the DG and i happily and quite successfully made a whole batch of the turkish/greek desert, baklava, and gosh is it good or what man. its at times like these that you really start to enquire as to the exact identity of your chief paternal relation; and chances are thats me.
off to lunch in a bit then. and packing! NS in a few days, so by the time i book out, ill be gone from this current place and off to a much better abode, more fitting of my title, lord saviour and succour of mankind. JESUS SAYS, "IF YOU DO NOT WORSHIP ME, YOU WILL GO TO HELL" :)
becoming delusional again. gotta take my imaginary pills. talk about a bad case of psychosomasis huh.
fin
Monday, April 23, 2007
- 12:11 pm
as the last place to hide thoughts resembling anything close to being coherent or possesive of any form of cogency, i find it only natural to write before my mind is snatched away from me and replaced with continuous subversive, conformist belief. or at least they'll try and probably fail, but hey lets leave nothing to chance.
so its monday, 1213 in the afternoon. in four days, ill end up in a camp on some island for seven weeks. SEVEN WEEKS. without anything close to a starbucks or even a topshop. woe is us. magical camps out in the wilderness are meant to be fun but when all you're stuck with is area cleaning, we'll all be "hurrah for the rigours of forced labour" yknow?
so im just going to get in there and get it over as quickly as possible so to at least be able to watch man u lose the title at the end of the season. as it is ill already be missing the champions league. yeah, its liverpools season and i get to miss it. thanks man.
so anyways the papers today were filled with "dont swim in unsafe places or you'll drown" news. the front cover even showed some drunk guy wading with a friend in the sea holding a beer. are they allowed to do that? wonder how the chap must feel waking up and seeing himself on the front page in dubious circumstances with another man- and drunk. but yes, the moral of the story is BE SAFE not SORRY or you'll be knocked down by a LORRY. just like that guy in the papers yesterday. and the day before. and the one before that. hell, every day someone new is getting knocked down by a lorry. the way things are going it isnt going to be too long before those dangerous shizzbanging contraptions are banned.
in any case by the time im released from the three week confinement, id have moved to some place around holland village or something, to some new condo called the tessarina. it came with all sorts of things in it since apparently it was the showflat, but daddy yanks felt he had to go the extra mile and so is having it done up by an interior designer, heedless of the fact that within three weeks my room isnt gonna resemble anything close to having been interior designed. i think it would be a good fight between construction site and war zone, but just to make things interesting, lets have the long defunct and actually previously non existent AKESH BLOG POLL!
do you think akeshs room resembles ___________? (2m)
a) a war zone
b) a construction site
c) a war torn construction site
d) pink elephant
remember, your vote counts, so choose wisely! simply text your answer to 96730886 and stand a chance to win fantastic prizes*! the more you text the more you win^, win**, win***!
*prizes may not be fantastic
^each vote costs $2
**you might not actually win anything
***i forgot what i was going to say
so remember, you kids have fun now, and dont be flying from the proverbial nest too fast. you just might end up missing it. raffles, raffles.
fin
- 12:15 am
okay bhavanson is blogging again (click link) which means that perhaps its time for me to starts me engine again ala chitty chitty bang bang except with more vroom and less bang. considering the fact that i will be entering the servitude of the nation via national service in four days (i.e friday morning 12pm) i guess i should start polishing up my english. in any case, singaporean males are forced to join in training for the defence of their nation just like....SPARTANS! so i decided to list a few things we had in common with the overly glamourised spartans of 300.
1) we would all secretly like to plod around in loin cloths and capes. singapore is hot.
2) just like how leonidas gave a "THIS IS SPARTA!" speech before kicking invaders, Tharman Shanmugaratnam recently gave a "THIS IS THE NEW BUDGET!" speech before kicking inflation.
3) the most obvious, yes, we are conscripted and forced to do things, etc. oh the passion and excitement. we all feel a nervous fervour for serving our country in times of need, a fervour best expressed in a foreign nation, say australia or germany, in those times of need.
4) we all have to fight wolves at some point in our lives, except the spartans only have the furry kinds, when young, whilst we get insurance agents/property developers/mormons. tough.
5) lastly, we are both small nations with SUPER HOT BABES WALKING ABOUT ALL OVER THE PLACE WITH A SUPER HOT QUEEN AND DAMN SOLID KING, except that singapore doesnt have the super hot babes, king or queen part. instead, we restrict ourselves to ephors in power. no oracle for us though :(
so yupp. SPARTANS! 300 was a solid movie. i just dont understand why they didnt chase the guy who chopped off the captains sons head. odd eh. lucky for us, when people ask for our professions we dont yell aa-ooh 3 times, instead restricting ourselves to the fairly conservative doctor, lawyer or exotic dancer.
after all, this is anfield singapore.
fin
Saturday, April 14, 2007
- 12:54 am
hallo everybody,
akesh not come yet but i am alterego igor. i think time is good and sun is warm so thing are get better, or thing are get worse but i have not know. please be finding for friend kirpal blog at www.xanga.com/kirpal.
so things are as things are. ns starts in two weeks (at last!) which means finally ill have something to do other than bum around, read books and play football. need to start working out again. need to arrange my thoughts. everything is so messed up. looks like a big filing day ahead. till then, have good times and cheers.
fin
Monday, April 02, 2007
- 3:26 pm
i know its been a while but things are as things are, upside down and all around. so whilst i throw out the old eggs and gather a new basket of inspiration, this is life in short.
1) my wonderful little nadia and i hit four months. i think thats a new record. four months! wow and unofficially its been like seven. now the wait for it to hit a year.
2) sunset yesterday 3-2 to us; i scored the wonderful 3rd although it put us at 3-2 and wasnt like some 2-2 tie-breaker. ah well.
3) smu law interview went pretty well; i went in with a girl who couldnt speak properly and a boy who loved his story about people slapping other people in NS. does it really have that effect on the mind?
4) been reading absolutely EVERYTHING manfredi and pratchett again. life is good with good books. it doesnt do much for your own writing though, heh when you have so little time left to write.
somehow i must do better. till the time i suddenly decide to do so, heres to life in general; and long bouts of back clapping, knee slapping guffaws. and then some.
fin