December 2009
20 posts
New Days
in less than 12 hours i’ll be flying off. and thinking about taiwan with the family, i realize its going to be another xmas away from the shores here. in fact, i really enjoyed the last one in bangkok with the brother alone. us two trolling through the streets.
at any rate, this is going to be a trip that is already making waves in my head. i swore off taiwan, cos i didnt appreciate the...
Why So Serious?
i know of people who go into movies and read books and all without thinking much. they watch. read. tear maybe. yawn a few times. they exit. they close the book. and then thats it. credits roll. and you greet the book cover for one more time.
i’m not too sure about it, but maybe thats just not the way to go for me at least. in some sense, i dont want myself to be a passive vessel ingesting...
Greet Me With A Goodbye
the past 100 odd hours felt kinda like the previous frame. just a click separates my now and then. there and then, they feel strangely new. even though i know bits of them dissolved somehow, fizzed away like how old things fade.
they felt busy.
and yet, i suppose it can only get busier. anyway, i’ve finally gotten hold of good omens. and ironically, i found the time to when i was actually...
“i’m going back to 505. if it is a seven hour flight or a fourtyfive minute...”
– Arctic Monkeys, 505
The Gamut
what a week. from chill-out barbeque. to drunkards for friends. my discovery of a hamstring strain. me missing out on a friend’s farewell. calls from england. and possibly a theme party later and then i’m off preparing for taiwan with the family. and after that, i’d need to think about the cruise.
arguably, that is quite a bit for me. events to fill out the days with. if you...
Game Theory
i woke up and one of us was crying.
we’ve grown up and we’ve gotten sick of the blame game.
someone told me that love isnt about logic.
my friends tell me that its not always about love alone.
i woke up and one of us was crying.
we’ve grown up and we’ve gotten sick of the name game.
someone violated the trust policy.
my friends tell me that it’s better to leave...
I'm Still Your Fag
you struck another,
and i watched on in silent protest.
i’m fuming, but so are you.
maybe it makes you feel like you’re on top,
the highs swinging into you.
the stain straining onto me watching you.
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
your head is spinning but your body is languid
think, hesitate, think, hesitate
my head is languid but my body is spinning
you feel alive and...
Quote Me #1
“An intellectual is a person who’s found one thing more interesting than sex.”
- Aldous Huxley
Not too sure if many would agree with Huxley there. I know quite a few blokes who’d disagree and even bash mda right now. Hush.
“Woman’s desires is to be wanton, like the bitch, the she-wolf; she must belong to all who claim her.”
- Marquis De Sade
Probably...
Genuine Fairytales
you know what i think? i think i’m a bad mother. ok, maybe not really a bad one. but heck, i’m a mother who cant seem to read fairytales to her daughter. dont judge me for that, i just dont want to end up like my own mother who read me all that crap.
fairytales are the most repeated lies (after the politicians’ of course.) whoever invented the prince charming saving the damn...
“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors...”
– Angela Carter, “The Lady of the Haunted House”
V for Verbosity
it’s three years ago when two friends did a poster of that for me. that was in the days of friendster, and i got that as a mini birthday present. a manipulated poster of v for vendetta, and the star being me instead of hugo weaving.
i remembered fondly of the gp teacher who wrote on my script, something along the lines of ”degenerates into verbosity.” she had obviously seen past...
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My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
just one light-hearted one before i turn in. from gaiman’s fragile things, meant to be sung in the tune of my bonnie lies over the ocean:
my father sells condoms to sailors, he punctures the tips with a pin.
my mother does back-street abortions. my god how the money rolls in.
Shoegazing Afternoons
i spend the lazy afternoon with music. catching up with songs i havent heard for some time. bss, bloc, the likes. i know it’s not sunday yet and that i often talk on and on (if you would let me) about bloc’s lyrics but i promised myself one day i should do a short one on sunday
Heavy night, it was a heavy night Feels like we’ve come back from the dead Heavy night, it was a heavy...
I Woke Up to A New Day
yesterday marked the end of the semester with the lit test the closure.
on hindsight, it’s been something - the four months back in school and all.
exactly a year ago, i would have just returned from being green in india.
it feels like a funny dream so far, strange images of people. of places.
and if you tried to go back to the previous frame, you catch a glimpse
but then thats all, it...