One late autumn night, a disciple awoke crying.
So the master asked the disciple, "Did you have a nightmare?"
"No."
"Did you have a sad dream?"
"No," said the disciple.
"I had a sweet dream."
"Then why are you crying so sadly?"
The disciple wiped his tears away and quietly answered,
"Because the dream I had can't come true."

-club emo

A ghost in a world of sorrow
like a lost dragonfly
you do not know what you seek
yet you try so hard
where will you end up?

so sue me.

HEART2HEART



If you see me walking the road with someone else
It's not because I like his company
Its because you're not brave enough to walk beside me.



If you hear me talking about him all the time
Its not because he pleases me
Its because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeat



If you feel me falling with someone new
Its not because I love him
Because you're not there to catch me fall



If you feel lost, I too am nowhere
I too don't know where the road is going
Are we gonna cross each other's path
Or just completely turn around?
Will we just let go of what we had
Or go to the place where love is bound



Don't let me walk with him
It's you I want to walk with
Don't let me talk of him
It's you I want to talk with
Don't let me fall for him
It's you I want to fall in love with.



~LovingYearningHurting~

anyone interested in starting dance at btc? any ideas? hiphop funk lyrical latin? know how to get instructors? it's really boring.

-funnyfriend

anyone interested in starting dance at btc? any ideas? hiphop funk lyrical latin? know how to get instructors? it's really boring.

-funnyfriend

monday is brokeback day.

~ & cleavageman J

we're all alone, really.

-funnyfriend

spree for david and goliath!

http://www.davidandgoliathtees.com/

shipping cost is S$9.99 + S$6.99/kg up til 10kg, i.e. shipping for 1kg (volumetric or actual weight, whichever is higher) is S$16.98 by vpost.

pls let Ben Liew or myself know

tees on special are US$16 each. exchange rate is the credit card one, i.e. higher than actual rates.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~


and.. shameless plug for my friend's small makeup and misc. cute stuff Yahoo! store..
http://auctions.yahoo.com/sg/show/searchuser?searchName=jewel.milk
pls let me know if interested~

Lost my handphone. Today is gonna be a bad day. Feel it in my bones.

the reasonable woman: kanneth is being unreasonably moody. he is horrible and mean and wont let me use his laptop. furthermore, he is taking out his moodiness on me by giving me these scary squinty frowns. it makes me feel like a little black squid in salt water.

-depressed lawyer

if i say i love you, you better believe it before i change my mind

apologies, i think, are overrated. i imagine one day that if people say sorry too many times it will lose its meaning. just like the word nice, the word honourable, the word honest - just like the word fine. i’m fine. funny how one word loses its meaning so easily, just by repeating it. and then some.

things change so quickly. there are many things that i, would like to say to you, but i don’t know how; funny how things can pass between strangers and some others just remain across a road nobody dares to cross. it’s a bit like clothes, really - there are some you buy and wear into the next three weeks or so, and then there are those where the only time you put them on is in the fitting room. girls should know; every girl must have at least one. not everyone is like faded jeans where you just love them more with age. some people come and some people go, in the end the ones who stay aren’t always the ones who actually matter, just like the big fish that got away. you know as well as i do that the length of time you know somebody has zero bearing on how well you know a person.

what does it mean to lose yourself in a crowd of people? to be someone, to become someone, to turn into somebody else, to forget you actually ever existed. life becomes a movie, a timeline, a history book, where there is always a Before and an After. pre-war, post-war, circa 1870, pre-secession, post-independence, post-breaking up, post-love, post-you. before you, after you, when you were here. it’s so easy to categorise love, put people into boxes, cart them away in memories as if they never existed, real people become vague outlines, first loves are forgotten. lovers become friends, and friends disappear. anyone who has ever been in love knows that pain, somewhat acute, somehow dull, somehow always there - when people you have shared your life with suddenly become people you call for a movie, a coffee, a drink, a play. people you know as letters on a screen or faces in a photograph. are you who you are? are you what you say you are, are you the things you like, the things you do, the people you see, the person you love? are you the person you love? are you his fancies, his moods, his whims, his laughter, his smile, his sorrow? are you his nemesis, are you your nemesis, are you his enemy, are you his friend, is he your friend, is he for real, are you him, or is he you? and does everyone else really not matter in the process?

are you looking for a lover, or a fan?
are you looking for a lover, or a sign?
are you looking for a lover or is it really worth the bother?
is it really worth the bother to be mine?

-lovelybones

high expectations
the impact of mistakes made
only hits far too late

do our mistakes tell who we are?

-confused funnyfriend

haiku madness

a first for all things
novelty and excitement
false security

take a leap of faith
trust builds with time; genuine
happiness and fun

no school on friday
hooray hooray hooray yay
hehe sls sucks

myfunnyfriendnme =)

hi biatches!!!!!
you guys blow balls!!!!!

we own you.


we love u

so you can kiss our asssssesssss..



haikus are easy
sometimes they do not make sense
computer factory.

emo is so cool
black pigeons can also coo
arty inclined gays

Jointly brought to you by
Cleavageman J
So Sue Me
Myfunnyfriendnme

Ladies,

Be kind to the men. Because we hurt too. Cracks in a glass. No longer as strong as it was before. I must be getting old.

-depressed lawyer

Life is short. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Slip on a jacket to cover it up.

Be honest. Be sincere. Be true. Be happy. Be sad. Be loving. Be loved. Be yourself.

Be careful...


- random hero

cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. let him not love the earth too deeply. let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. for fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

--alan paton.

-lovelybones

ladies and gentlemen,

my chauffeur has arrived. (:


-lovelybones

Omg... It's 2+ on a Sunday and I'm still awake... And so are about 1/3 of the contacts on my MSN list. And I'm finding Defences to Negligence so fun to read at the moment that I'm finding it hard to put it down and stop reading... Oh no, am I turning mad???

Hall's been hectic, and I'm really really dying... But what does my mom decide to do on a Sat evening? Nag and nag and scold and scold... I'm in hall all alone after tiring hours of rehearsals and she does this? Grrr... So sorry to bring in a personal matter...

Smiles and excessive bubbliness on Monday really make up for everything... Crumbling inside but still strong on the outside. Thanks guys and gals! :)

Too many elipses liao. I'll stop. Listen to Evancescence's new album: The Open Door. Music for the soul. And the lone ranger of the night poring over pages of Jones or some other crappy text. I love life. Really.

"I'm losing my mind and you just stand there and stare as my world divides..."
Evanescence: Snow White Queen

- Anguished Fantôme

i just watched the first half of angels in america.. fantastic. a bit QAF-y, but more political. way way more political. al pacino is roy cohn. how fantastic. a ruthless, incredibly smart, homosexual lawyer.

homophobes should not watch though.

but three hours of talk about aids and hallucinations makes me damn bloody emo now. somebody open up the club so i can go there and face the wall and emo to myself. QUICK!

it's 4am. :(

-lovelybones

a week

we all go through so many of them that they become insignificant.
just a measure of time.

but weeks take you places.
weeks make you older.

it is weeks to exams. weeks to christmas. weeks to whatever life has in store for us.

so how was this one of yours?


-club emo

the Tao of Emo

What constitutes a mind that tenaciously patrionises emo thoughts? And how do you reach its nirvana? What gives people the tendency to emo more than others?

1. Command of language. Floridity of language gives the emo-ist a false sense of superiority (because he is so adept at his art) with which he boldly threads into unknown places. The stories of his travels are often audacious and shocking: How does he go so deep? How could someone possibly think like that? Like fuel to fire, these words of encouragement empower him to reach new grounds of radicality and depths of soul.

2. Attuned to the arts. True emo-ists are attuned to the arts. Just imagine the emo of a scientist and you'd understand: I felt a pain in my heart. It is actually the result of dichloriphenomide aggravating the receptors around my heart, triggering a contraction in my arteries and causing the pain I feel. Is this then, a feeling of sadness? Is this real? The foolishness of my mind hinders me from reaching a conclusion...

3. The mind of an elitist. The elitist sees 2 groups of people: himself, and the rest. How can he ever, ever come down to the level of the rest? He constantly searches within for that special thing that sets him apart. Well, all of us do it; but the elitist does it with so much more passion! It is his occupation: to reach the pinnacle of emotionality, to relish unrelishable thoughts and to disparage the state and wisdom of the world. But the most most important part is: He must then confuse himself in order to show that he, at such a pinnacle of state of mind, is unable even to comprehend his own thoughts! And at that pinnacle of state, that zenith of emotion, he lies at rest in two worlds - one of his own, and one which he shares with the rest of the world.

It doesn't matter that the emo-ist's state of mind is apparently unstable and volatile for he is really very much in his place - high and lofty, yet low and dark.


-club emo

Good songs the fella has been listening to lately. Be warned, chinese stuff ahead. And rap. Rap is good.

Jay Chou- Ting Ma Ma De Hua
Jay Chou- Tui Hou
Jay Chou- Bai She Fong Che
Fort Minor- Out The Back
Fort Minor- Kenji
Snow Patrol- You Could Be Happy

Music for the soul, men. And women.

A Singapore Court of Appeal judge actually said this in his judgement (para 29 of Tan Hun Hoe v. Harte Denis Mathew, [2001] 4 SLR 317)

"Since Mr Harte fell from a most vulnerable position when his slightly
swollen scrotum after the operation was hanging deepest in the toilet
bowl, the forward movement of the body during the fall would push his
penis and scrotum to be jammed between the perineum and pelvic bone on
the top, and the hard but smooth upper surface of the toilet seat at
the bottom, whilst hemmed in at the same time by the inner thighs on
both sides. The resultant effect is a fairly hard squeezing of the
testicles on all sides for a short duration when his heavy body moved
forward and fell eventually, pulling along with it and crushing the
scrotum and testes as they passed over the smooth edged toilet seat,
which consequently resulted in the contusion injury."


~

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.


Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate,
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute win reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in
upon a platter,
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.


And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along
the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a
screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.



~

Hey dudes n babes now that the test is over, does anybody wanna go wakeboarding??? we can go down one sat afternoon about 2 to 6. preferably 10 ppl so that we can get two boats. It should cost abt 60 bucks each for 4 hrs plus instructor and drinks and its real easy to learn. you should be able to stand on the board by the first day. after that we can head down to somewhere nice to eat like arab street or ps cafe etc.

How to save 60 bucks?
1) Stop buying clothes from Internet or anywhere else. Having multiple lok-kok days is a gd idea.
2) Instead of eating at Jap store eat at the chicken rice store. That would save almost 2 bucks per day.
3) Don't club twice a week. Skip Mambo. Or dun go at all.
4) Instead of taking cabs commute like the majority of the population.
5) Go on diets you all are really fat.

clvgman j

Happy Mid Autumn ladies. And to the gentlemen, hoped yer had a good time.

-depressed lawyer

i have just recieved a phone call...

buckle up and sit tight ladies and gentlemen. as you go about having fun on this post-test saturday, watching movies, shopping or hanging out at starbucks, rest easy in the knowledge that your shores are being protected by our nation's finest. yes, emo is going to serve the nation and protect you from the malevolent forces of evil.

with soldiers like me...who needs enemies.


-club emo

the wave story...

once there was a wave in the pacific ocean, and he was really happy,
having the time of his life as he travelled across the seas.
then one day he saw the waves in front of him crashing onto a beach, and he got really frightened and started screaming.

the wave in front of him responded: "sometimes, you get so carried away having fun as a wave that you forget that you are just water that forms part of the big ocean system."



-club emo

it's raining out, and i am freezing in.
i am wearing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans! i am covered from head to toe.
THIS IS SINGAPORE. this should not be happening... :(


i love school. it is so unpredictable.

-lovelybones

cross cultural conversation...multi-ethnicity at its finest, well done Singapore!


- club emo