Someday, people will want to compose epic ballads about
my life. When they finally get down to it, I figured a blog like this one would make good reference material.
Perhaps, in the extravagance
of youth, we give away our
devotions easily and all but
arbitrarily, on the mistaken
assumption that we’ll always
have more to give."
- Michael Cunningham
of youth, we give away our
devotions easily and all but
arbitrarily, on the mistaken
assumption that we’ll always
have more to give."
- Michael Cunningham
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
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"sean kingston is coming to singapore"
"he needs lap-band surgery"
"just because he's fat doesn't mean he eats alot"
"yeah, he could be anorexic"
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"sean kingston is coming to singapore"
"he needs lap-band surgery"
"just because he's fat doesn't mean he eats alot"
"yeah, he could be anorexic"
Monday, March 10, 2008
i would say something (to you).
but (for fear) i am silent.
but (for fear) i am silent.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then
You are not friends,
And friendship has passed.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself.
And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then
You are not loved,
And love is past.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.
And sometimes you want to speak to her and then
You do not want to speak,
Then the opportunity has passed.
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.
And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then
There is somewhere to go,
Then you have bypassed.
And the years flare up and are gone,
Quicker than a minute.
So you have nothing.
You wonder if these things matter and then
As soon you begin to wonder if these things matter
They cease to matter,
And caring is past.
And a fountain empties itself into the grass.
Sometimes It Happens - Brian Patten
sometimes, it happens
You are not friends,
And friendship has passed.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself.
And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then
You are not loved,
And love is past.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.
And sometimes you want to speak to her and then
You do not want to speak,
Then the opportunity has passed.
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.
And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then
There is somewhere to go,
Then you have bypassed.
And the years flare up and are gone,
Quicker than a minute.
So you have nothing.
You wonder if these things matter and then
As soon you begin to wonder if these things matter
They cease to matter,
And caring is past.
And a fountain empties itself into the grass.
Sometimes It Happens - Brian Patten
sometimes, it happens
Sticks and stones are hard on bones,
Aimed with angry art.
Words can sting like anything,
But silence breaks the heart.
A Choice of Weapons - Phyllis McGinley
Aimed with angry art.
Words can sting like anything,
But silence breaks the heart.
A Choice of Weapons - Phyllis McGinley
Saturday, March 1, 2008
i have fallen into the same hole two weeks in a row, that is, taking bus 16 home from katong, knowing full well that many strange people will board bus 16 when it passes through the (about to be torn down) national stadium.
a week ago, the bus was bombarded with a swarm of twittering girl guides after their 'thinking day' convention (think about what, i ask. i bet most of them were thinking about the best places to go shopping after the convention rather than anything truly constructive).
and this week, boarding the bus were a foul-smelling assortment of burnt skinned members of the opposite sex. if i had deodorant with me, i would have given it to them free-of-charge. the lesser known reason behind global warming revealed.
---
would anyone be interested in a business proposition?
because ever since friday's bio test, ive become increasingly (if not thoroughly) convinced mr e**ns vodoo dolls will sell very well among the secondary three community.
i mean, which self respecting bio student taught by him can truthfully say she doesnt feel like pricking a needle through his head right now? (you know you want to)
just an idea.
"i hate the man." - el
---
did you say the guest-of-honour is going to make a speech?
SOMEBODY STOP HER!!!
chloroform!
toilet paper!
old chang kee!
the cat in the hat!
edison chen!
condom man!
global warming!
anything but the speech please,
a week ago, the bus was bombarded with a swarm of twittering girl guides after their 'thinking day' convention (think about what, i ask. i bet most of them were thinking about the best places to go shopping after the convention rather than anything truly constructive).
and this week, boarding the bus were a foul-smelling assortment of burnt skinned members of the opposite sex. if i had deodorant with me, i would have given it to them free-of-charge. the lesser known reason behind global warming revealed.
---
would anyone be interested in a business proposition?
because ever since friday's bio test, ive become increasingly (if not thoroughly) convinced mr e**ns vodoo dolls will sell very well among the secondary three community.
i mean, which self respecting bio student taught by him can truthfully say she doesnt feel like pricking a needle through his head right now? (you know you want to)
just an idea.
"i hate the man." - el
---
did you say the guest-of-honour is going to make a speech?
SOMEBODY STOP HER!!!
chloroform!
toilet paper!
old chang kee!
the cat in the hat!
edison chen!
condom man!
global warming!
anything but the speech please,