Sunday, April 23, 2006
I wait for my headache to numbThe wind sounds as if the world's sighing
And the moon's just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade
The bright-eyed choke on ambition
The old folks circle their graves
The young ones are busy destroying their names
And you're still just wasting away
I'm a headcase if I don't keep moving
And my head hurts if I don't sit still
It's an itch that I'll never stop scratching
It's a hole that I'll never quite fill
It's so damn slow
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Shiqian and I had quite an adventure today.After cool down at gombak stadium we tried walking up that trail into the forest at the gombak hill. So we just kept walking and walking and running up the steep steps and deeper and deeper and there never seemed to be an ending. Then we reach the top and followed the down trail which was linked. AND ended up at hillview ave. SO, we couldn't find a way out in the whole mass of terrace houses (there wasn't any walkable way out except for where we came from). We hitched a hike from this nice couple.
:Excuse me, how do we get to bukit gombak stadium?
Woman: Oh, walk down to the bus stop... ETC... take a bus... ETC...
:Uh actually we don't have our wallets with us
-Woman goes back to the car to tell her husband.
And so they drove us there.
The man asked for our school. So Shiqian said 'Raffles Girls'. And both of them laughed.
Man: Must be too adventurous right, oh besides studies there's nothing better to do
And the whole day was really bland until we got up that trail.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Nats Jnrs was shit.'cept for Shiqian perhaps. Roaring 10.79! Missed sports sch's cheryl by 1cm. 3rd! :)
Gail broke the record again.
Now we just sleepwalk. We drift through the week. A dead procession always dragging its feet.
Well, come on. Our hands are swollen. We all need to sleep.
But there's no time, just stitch us up so we'll keep.
We're all just part of someone's elaborate plan.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
a jolly little ranch (in turf city)
dazzling, bewildering, sparkling, heavenly candles
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
X-Country Nats '06 on Wed at Turf City.
Track dinner at Swensens again after that.
The last part was FUN.
We blindfolded Weiren the big fat loser from swensens and brought her down to the outdoors and there on the brick flooring were a hundred glowing candles under the stars which formed "SWEET 16". And sure it was sweet :) It was THE moment. Following were a whole lot of pictures, of the box of 16 significant items (e.g. sotong crackers, purple socks), a slice of cake, and the sec 2s' hilarious present to her - condoms! LEGAL.
Went home shag.
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
Saturday, April 08, 2006
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out, in his anger and his shame,I am leaving I am leaving
but the fighter still remains
Friday, April 07, 2006
personal gain really doesn't make me any much happier.grab a tape; scream; panic and run; a little condolence; stop, stare, think and cry.
now that's why
he tried to be a soldier once, but his aspirations couldn't wait
and I'm a living legacy of a failed dreamer
please don't be a leader
Sunday, April 02, 2006
There and back again and there and back again and there and back...The booking in and out routine never seem to have an ending.
Many people think that people who go around having fun and doing nothing stressful have a lot of time, but most of these people are just desperately trying to savage their life by dumping a whole lot of entertainment on it without meaning.
If what goes around comes around, then why'd you say that the world's unfair?
agree, and I might just mention the water being dry
escapist
but a morose optimist.
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