The Eulogy of My Uncaring; The Elegy of My Apathy

Friday, June 29, 2007

like how the streetlight shines ever on throughout the blackest of night, unwavering and unceasing to the point of relentless recklessness, a steadfast and yet futile attempt to make an difference, for the streetlamp is but one of many other similar ones lining the road, a nail in the automation, a drone in the swarm, blighted by being forever anonymous and homogeneous, ever blended in perfect assimilation with the sublime

like how light and darkness can never exist side by side in the same place, for both are but the anti-thesis of the other, the matter and anti-matter, the extreme ends of a spectrum, forever doomed with the blighted curse of distance

like how the moon all but remembers the warmth and light of the sun, forever living in the shadow of the sun, a sorry excuse of the radiance, a terrible match and never a suitable companion to the all-shining sun, it being the very archetype of solitary incompetence

like how Daedalus watched as Icarus fell after his wings fell apart, knowing it was he who gave his son wings and sent him to his flight and eventual fall

like Icarus himself, who yearned for the beauty of the sun, and yet in his reaching out the love of his life destroyed him forever

like a mannequin, ever behind the glass pane, the mockingly transparent and yet cruelly solid barrier, watching the world of color and emotion rolling ever past before his very eyes, while the longing, regret and self-loathing are but pangs gripping the immaterial but painfully existent heart, and yet his plastic eyes were not made for shutting and shunning, and he could all but continue to stare at the spectacle with his unblinking eyes, the beholder of a world he can never have, forever keeping his silence while it is all seething chaos and turmultous agony within him

Thoughts Became Words At 8:28 PM

Thursday, June 28, 2007

I Go Crazy by Paul Davis

Hello girl it's been awhile
Guess you'll be glad to know
That I've learned how to laugh and smile

Getting over you was slow
They say old lovers can be good friends
But I never thought I'd really see you,
I'd really see you again

I go crazy
When I look in your eyes I still go crazy
No my heart just can't hide that old feelin' inside
Way deep down inside
Oh baby, you know when I look in your eyes I go crazy

You say he satisfies your mind
Tells you all of his dreams
I know how much that means to you

I realize that I was blind
Just when I thought I was over you
I see your face and it just ain't true
No it just ain't true

I go crazy
When I look in your eyes I still go crazy
That old flame comes alive, it starts burning inside
Way deep down inside
Oh baby, you know when I look in your eyes I go crazy

I go crazy
You know when I look in your eyes I go crazy
No my heart just can't hide that old feelin' inside
Way deep down inside
I go crazy

Thoughts Became Words At 10:31 PM

Sunday, June 24, 2007

you must look extraordinarily sexy if you were wet all over and your hair was plastered to the side of your face

you must look exceptionally beautiful when your watery eyes reflect the streetlights in the darkest of nights, when the streetlamps in your eyes are like nothing but the moon in the water

you must put aphrodite to shame, when you throw a small tantrum, strut away and pout just like a small child

you must be the embodiment of all things pretty, when you giggle upon my out-of-tune singing

you must be able to put the savage beast in anyone to calm, tranqulize and nullify the most seething of all wraths, all by sleeping your silent slumber, coiled up on the bed with hair falling over your quiet face

you must surely deserve to be kissed on the lips, softly and gently, when you fuss about me when i dribble sauce over my mouth and splatter gravy over my shirt

you must definitely make any heart ache and gently moan with your last backward glance at me when we part

you must all be naught but a illusion, for you are not mine

Thoughts Became Words At 9:16 PM

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

and of course, there is 6-year old Connie. can watch on phyllis's blog hahaa

Thoughts Became Words At 9:15 PM

Monday, June 18, 2007

i can't tell the difference between Chardonnay and Merlot, but i just love drinking red wine anyway

i can't sing, but i don't mind spending 20 over dollars every fortnight and subjecting eardrums to traumatic torture and risking drastic decreases in my social ranking by going to Kbox/Party World anyway

i can't stand boybands and girlgroups, but find myself singing goodbyetoyoumytrustedfriend in the lift and watching s.h.e videos on youtube and putting them on hte blog anyway

i can't wait to do justice to the world's sorrows: the animal abuse, the environmental pollution, the poverty hunger and suffering, but i go to Hog's Breath for their medium rare ribeye steak, reprint a document because of a one word error, and have never done any voluntary cip before anyway

i can't earn more than i spend, but i do so anyway

i can't read more than i buy books, but i go kino anyway

i can't stand sluts, but i go clubbing mainly for them anyway

i can't draw for nuts, but i can draw for you anyway

i can't ignore the flaw in you, but i can't ignore you anyway

i can't see you, but i can anyway

Thoughts Became Words At 7:58 PM

Thursday, June 14, 2007

anyone who has heard this year's national day theme song would surely without fail think what the nehneh they are hearing. well, unless you are a puremilk-wearing, converseshoe-toting, 77thstreetjeans-donning, lanjiao who thinks techno is the greatest genre ever and has posters of DJ Sammy on his bedroom door and visits www.hardwarezone.com annd Sim Lim Square everyday to check out when the dopest and flyest portable harddisks and cpu-coolers drop in those phat joints in sim lim. latest motherboard sia, no wonder mother bored sia

well, what im trying to say is the song just basically sounds like a group of nehnehs trying to belt it out over a techno song. no comments about the singing, its the techno part that urks me, that becomes a mistletoe thorn in my pigu, a dust spec (sispec warriors we are the warriors sispec warriors with pride we will lead) in my eye.

can you imagine and portay the horrendous sight of primary school students attempting to sing the song? behold the terrible spectacle (sispec warriors we are the warriors sispec warriors with pride we will lead): rows upon short and cute bubbly rows of adorable children trying to sing some overly high notes on some techno beats. why don't the school quit giving the usual plastic pencil cases with 'national day 2007' on them and give them light sticks to rave around to the song? what happened to our Together We Make A DIfference and Home and even Moments of Magic?

if its some hiphop lanjiao song with some channel 5 artiste rapping it out, it will nearly be equally horrendous. i mean, nearly. yeah both are similarly inappopriate, but too bad i hate techno too much. maybe thats why i always dissuade my mum from using technogas

and oh yeay Star Search is coming back! another talent show sias. so after singapore idol we have all the project superstar and superband and superhost and campus superstar and dancefloor and anugerah. oh, not to forget theres some Live the Dream upcoming, new and innovative idea sia! can join as a group and showcase your talent and well, basically just live your dream sias! wah lau! exciting mans

admit it, singapore has not enough talents. of course, we can always activate one of our powerful policies and invite foreign talents. yeah man, we can have all the indians and thais and chinamen singing it out in singapore idol season 3 : singapore against the world. yeah i know this makes the singapore in singapore idol a bit extra, but well, our pingpong team has won us trophies and thus we can deduce and conclude that they make good singaporeans indeed, regardless of their ex-country.

i just realized my above entry is rather full of hate. im a angsty teen sias. shall now go listen to Welcome to my life by SImple plan and lacerate my wrist and lament about why my mother dun let me go out to orchard road yesterday

Thoughts Became Words At 8:51 PM

Sunday, June 10, 2007

monday for hebe, tues for selina, wed for ryoko, repeat pls

Thoughts Became Words At 3:52 PM

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

fucking sian. what the shit is gg on sia. lanjiao fuck

Thoughts Became Words At 8:32 PM

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Thoughts Became Words At 3:09 PM