that sails with the Singapore flag
will sail in honour of each of these fine young men."
may those left behind find
peace and strength !
11:41 PM
i would like to understand why
a good 87.34% of our female friends
out there
don the same god-forbidden
Roger Hargreaves Little Miss _____ Tshirt,
spot the same long crowning glory
(and usually rebonded to be
geometrically adjacent to level ground),
wear the same birkenstock/havianas,
and have the same black cardigan.
guess we really aren't
uniquely singapore.
12:29 PM
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
if you an acquaintance,you probably see me as a
funny piece of matter.
you probably don't mind me
and think i am reasonably nice.
but if you are my friend,
you would know,
very little of me is real.
you would know that
i am difficult and destructive.
and mostly,
you would know that:
i am not a good friend.
i tend to be afraid of people
"thoroughly understanding" me,
i am also afraid
of becoming "predictable"
to the point that you can claim to
know what i am thinking.
but how can i claim
not to yearn to be understood
since i am blatantly typing
away here?
maybe this is all part of
my unrealness.
altho' there's really no reason to,
i always feel that i need to
explain myself to this world
that misunderstands me.
question is, does it?
maybe no one is really
taking an interest in understanding me,
what more MISunderstanding me.
i melodramatise.
sometimes i suspect
that its because
of my refusal to be
as conventional as convention requires
me to be.
could be me trying to hard
too be different.
then again, this is ironic
because the way to avoid being
analysed should be to stay under
the radar.
as a result,
i make a destructive friend
since i constantly cannot make
up my mind.
i am proud, so i will not
acknowledge how a very
great friend or person you are.
i will be very selfish with my
expression of how much
i actually care
and i will make you believe that
it is easy for me to move
away, and on.
sometimes it is so funny and
ridiculous to find myself in
certain positions.
like playing the role of a leader,
or a teacher.
the traditional people in this role
never have such massive imperfections.
at least they perform well enough
to pretend not to have them.
all these,
they are not me,
but they are a part of me.
once my obligations are fulfilled
i tend to want to distant myself
very very far away from the environment
because i need to finally
put an end to the discomfort and awkwardness
of pretending in vain to be perfect.
i am the lesser mortal!
i want to say that
if i were my own friend,
i don't think i'd love me as much
as y'all do.
so, my deepest thanks!
10:48 PM
Sunday, November 25, 2007
我活了 我愛了 我都不管了
心愛到瘋了 恨到算了 就好了
可能的 可以的
真的可惜了
幸福好不容易怎麼你卻不敢了呢?
7:37 PM
Thursday, November 22, 2007
i marvel at the adultishness of
whatever i am studying!
i am freaking in a university!
10:43 AM
love is overrated.
and so are
the artlessly soppy lyrics
that we secretly don't mind.
the primitiveness in their choice of words,
the rhyme of collectively sentimental lines,
the C Am F G pop chords.
so do we shamelessly
need as much love as it is sung?
do we imagine the stir?
is there science behind heartbreaks?
are people designed to
love people without loving
themselves even more?
so maybe if we look
at it objectively,
then it wouldn't have to be
so hard.
12:50 AM
Sunday, November 18, 2007
AND IN THE WORDS OF KERMIT THE FROG:
I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
2:00 AM
Friday, November 02, 2007
Another mother’s breaking
Heart is taken over.
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It’s the same old theme
SINCE 1916!
In your head, in your head
They’re still fightin’!
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head!
They are dyin’!
10:04 PM
