Naked Lawyers

2008-02-23T12:26:00.003+08:00

Hello. Here's a naked lawyer for you.

Okay. she's not a lawyer.. and she's not naked. but she's almost!

Such Great Heights

2007-04-29T20:32:00.000+08:00

5 Rangers...
stress relief! don't study too hard guys...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=hjWW2OB2iI0

-clubemo

2007-04-02T18:24:00.000+08:00

HK! :)

~green&orange.

2007-03-20T08:38:00.000+08:00

Xian xian xian xian XIAN!!!

I need time off from school... Even slacking in school ain't no fun no more!!! :(

~LovingYearningHurting~

And I don't want the world to see me,
Coz I don't think that they'd understand...
When everything's meant to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am...

2007-03-19T22:09:00.000+08:00

感情已那么深
叫我怎么能收手
但你说
i only want to be your friend
做个朋友
我在
你心中只是just a friend
不是情人
我感激你对我这样的坦白
但我给你的爱暂时收不回来

陶喆 - 普通朋友

2007-03-14T23:04:00.000+08:00

i haven't posted in blogger for so long that the interface looks different to me now.
thanks to cleavageman j and his wonderful act of keying his gmail account to nakedlawyers, this blog is officially on the way to the cemetery.

but no this cannot happen! if nakedlawyers dies
a whole generation of blogposts recording the groundbreaking experience of law students struggling to get through uni will vanish into thin air!

ok, and having crim essays, memorials, and moots all in a bundle of fun is really not amusing.

-lovelybones

2007-03-01T23:50:00.000+08:00

fishball!!@#!@#!@#

For the times you need to just scream an F word.

Fishball.

such great heights.

oh. i changed the template. rejoice.

2007-02-08T21:58:00.000+08:00

White night

He would give her rosebuds,
Smiling Romeo and Juliet under snow white
Yet her nosestud,
Cold, scratched their Eskimo kisses

-clubemo

2007-02-03T19:10:00.000+08:00

love's a bitch.

and tears don't run dry, no matter what they say.

- barney

2007-01-30T18:57:00.000+08:00

future tensed

she was quite sure that they would meet
once again, somehow, on a distant street
and she would grin well i always knew
and he would smile why i felt it too.

-club emo

2007-01-29T17:19:00.000+08:00

happy birthday dude!!!

- random hero

2007-01-25T14:03:00.003+08:00

hi guys

memo sucks

-lovelybones

2007-01-25T14:03:00.001+08:00

hi guys

memo sucks

-lovelybones

2007-01-24T22:31:00.000+08:00

Forbidden City. Sandstorm. Nanking Road. Seven Nation Army. Temple of Heaven. Wangfujin. One Night. The Great Wall. Tiananmen Square. Hutongs.

2007-01-24T12:30:00.000+08:00

warning: you might want to think twice before you next sit on the couch.

-skirtless.

2007-01-24T00:29:00.000+08:00

Watched the pursuit of happyness today.
think its the best movie of 2007 so far.
Luckily no one was around to see the gleam of a tear at the corner of the eye.

Go catch it.

such great heights.

2007-01-23T23:53:00.000+08:00

It's night now. Inspiration comes to us when we are alone, when we have had time to ponder. Sometimes there are all the things that we meant to say, that we didn't. All the things we meant to do, but we couldn't. The clock is ticking down. Sometimes the facade needs to be torn away, to reveal all the raw emotion that is kept behind a veil.

Just because.

Don't be hating now.

2007-01-20T22:14:00.000+08:00

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but
by the moments that take our breath away.

- Anon., "from a story "The Teacher" (A Powerful Lesson)"

green&orange.

2007-01-11T13:45:00.000+08:00

夜已深风不温
停流的钟一点十五分
忘了作天的是非
忘了今晚的咖啡

在失眠的夜里
不能在我梦中见到你
只希望听到你的声音
对我说你活得很开心

chorus:
真的后悔过去的沉闷
对不起没跟你说一声
就算生命只省下你来陪
也觉得很完美

真的后悔没让你明白
如果当初可以为了爱
放弃身旁的别人
在你怀里也会觉得温

只怪天怪自己
缘份没让我再见到你
抬头望这天上的流星
带这愿望去找你

2007-01-10T16:58:00.000+08:00

It’s telling when the stuff you’ve done scares even yourself.

It’s only scary afterwards, of course. When you’re doing it, it always feels justified. No dissenting voice of reason: it’s as though your conscience just upped and left, disgusted, not wanting to have anything more to do with your actions. With you.

5 am in the morning again. Not sleeping. Not able to sleep. Damn, the cigarette pack is empty again. AGAIN! How much more can the body take. Time to open another pack: at least that lends SOME purpose to tonight. Purpose is hard to come by these days.

Self-reflection feels like the morning after a party, and here’s all that’s left: the empty bottles and cigarette butts.

Enuf

“So many self-imposed restrictions,
So much I want to say.
So little for me to hold on to,
So much has slipped away.”

2007-01-10T15:17:00.000+08:00

Guess who...

2007-01-10T10:02:00.000+08:00

O fish!
How I wish
To look
And not eat!

J.

2007-01-07T01:31:00.000+08:00

phad thai quest, cabbies from hell, cheap tees, beer chang, way cool clubs, failed bargaining, A&W, tim tams, clogged toilets, dorm-style humour and shopping fatigue!!

2006-12-31T00:11:00.000+08:00

BANGKOK!

2006-12-30T23:03:00.000+08:00

Hey guys (& girls, if you're picky about these things), have fun in Bangkok! Take care and REMEMBER YOUR FRIENDS BACK IN SINGAPORE WHEN YOU'RE BUYING NICE THINGS. Haha. :)

green&orange.

2006-12-25T17:54:00.000+08:00

this christmas, i wish a dashing young man (jude law) for all the girls.

or if you wish for someone less good looking, less dashing, more huggable and musically talented - jack black.

and for all the boys, i wish you one cow each.
(kids, tent, and mr. napkin head not included)

merry christmas.

- such great heights.

2006-12-24T18:29:00.000+08:00

T'was the night before Christmas, when all through Law School,
Naked Lawyers slept; Anson, Jones all covered in drool.
The stockings were hung by the moot court with care,
In earnest hope that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The lawyers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Deans Lists danced in their heads
cleavageman and so sue me snoring so sound,
mumbling numbers and football players all around.

lovelybones and ~ smiling sweetly to each other,
不要这样啦 and all the lawyers shudder.
No matter, green&orange dreams of ice cream and choco-late!
As undertheradar rubs his goatee and bemoans his short fate.

Hey Guys! calls out LovingYearningHurting in his sleep
Only to get smacked by funnyfriend somersaulting over sheep.
Hyperventilator giggles and squeaks and is oh so nice,
While depressed lawyer ponders how he gets by without a vice?

There goes skirtless and her ever present harem of boys,
She complains but we don't see them making any noise.
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
clubemo sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.

What to his wondering eye should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be St Nick.

And then in the twinkling of an eye to his amazement,
The Naked Lawyers were all wrapped up with no further statement.
Shiny red, silver, gold and midnight blue,
And not forgetting pretty ribbons and tinsel too!

And so it was that that Christmas the greatest gift to be had,
Was the new friendships and love that the Naked Lawyers shared.
What new adventures lay in wait?
What exciting hopes and dreams to create?
Whatever it is they're sure to be broke at this rate!

So the lawyers slumbered on through the night,
As the warmth in their hearts grew and embraced them in its might.
But they heard St Nick exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Merry Christmas guys, excuse the mush but it is Christmas after all. Cheers!

-clubemohohoho

2006-12-24T16:05:00.000+08:00

merry christmas guys!

soon we'll be heading off to bangkok :D :D :D

oh and, have any of the blogger people tried using the new version of blogger..? if it's safe, shall we switch to the new one instead? (cos it irritates me everytime the "NEW VERSION OF BLOGGER" nonsense pops out in my face.. :x)

-lovelybones

2006-12-24T02:19:00.000+08:00

oooooh.

2006-12-19T12:40:00.000+08:00

at first thought, the rain somehow lent the season a rather melancholic feel. but as i looked up from the book i was reading, i began to realise that the rain brought a kind of calmness that you don't expect from a thunderstorm. somehow the torrents of rain made me feel like i was the last person on earth. that there wasn't anyone around that might hurt me. made me feel like i had not a care in the world.

the weather took a respite, but later on, in the car at half past three in the morning on the way home, the clouds burst once more, this time with greater affliction. with the flurry of downpour falling in sheets on the windscreen; not being able to see more than 5 feet; with scattered reflections off bodies of water on the road; while the sturdy branches of the tree sway unsteadily, fighting against the relentless and lamenting wind; the tires skidding not less than 5 times, making me lose control, momentarily, of my car; passing a wrecked car at the side of the highway - all these brought a bit of fear, and yet brought a bit of tranquility. fear and tranquility do not go together, but yet at that moment they seem to coexist almost as if it was natural.

the rain brought danger but it seemed to wash away other fears at the same time. like taking a shower. we all take showers when we feel dirty. the torrent brought vulnerability but made me feel invulnerable. it covered the place with gloom, but yet it comforted me. the skies seemed to be grieving, but in a way it was a relief.

if you listened carefully enough, you could almost hear a requiem in the background, as if the rain was playing a death song. but then you could just as well have imagined a happier tune. not an euphorically enraptured joyous tune, but a gentle gratified tune enough to make you feel comfortable, ample to make you feel cozy... maybe even made you feel love. what kind of wicked fool feels love alone in a thunderstorm. well i did. perhaps you will too if you took a pause to look around you and let your mind wander.

somehow thunderstorms make us all feel alone. make us think more. make us feel more. i think this as the most apt way to begin christmas.

(on a completely different note, here's a video of i wish it would rain down i thought i would share with u guys. love the song. love you guys. its by phil collins featuring Eric Clapton.)

- such great heights.

2006-12-16T23:44:00.000+08:00

hey i know this seems gay n all, but in the spirit of Christmas and because im too lazy to write so many cards (give me ur addresses!) heres a shoutout to all of you nakedlawyers who have made my life really great these past traumatic months and who have touched me (emotionally) in one way or another; if i left you out its not becos i hate you but becos our feelings for each other transcends mere words or that you dun have a pseudonym

in no order of merit:

~: dude ive known you for some time now and you have always remained steady, reasonably nice, funny and tall. do continue to remain this way and persevere in growing your ponytail! and looking forward to more shopping for 8 hrs non-stop next year!!

club emo: hey ive also known you for some time i just never knew that you are like that, anyway keep up the good work and heres to the many good days, cold beers, rock concerts and fun trips ahead. (and true love waits)

under the radar: ok after all these years you are still quite a**holic sometimes but really you are damn funny and sch would be rather boring w/o you. heres to the canto karaoke sessions, (hopefully) drinking binges and hip-hop sessions in the future.

lovelybones: hey you are really great! i appreciate your taste in music and books etc i think you can be a really wonderful indie boho rock chick!! and lets just envisage the van on its road trip from london to glastonbury...

LovingYearningHurting: Guys!!! After all these yrs of dancing together i must say that you are a really special person and i'm rather happy to have known you. let's just hope that next june july we will all have lots of fun dirtying the school and scaring the kids...

green & orange: now most of the time i think i most probably did not mean it when i call you those things but its just great to see that priceless helpless expression so yea i will continue doing it!!! sTay cUte n fUNkyz alWayeS~

depressed lawyer: dude r u still depressed? i say f it man sometimes its just not worth the trouble.

skirtless: Hey! Thanks for bearing with me and the other sad repulsive guys! but seriously you are really kind and helpful and we are so lucky to have you ard. you are really like a mum to us *sobs*......

funnyfriend: glad to have known you better recently. do give us a chance to show you the ok go dance it will be great for next year!

so sue me: Thanks for making school such a beautiful place to go to! And the future lifts in your car! Always remember these words of wisdom: Remember to let her into your heart, so you can start to make it better! (yes they are 1 yr younger than you! )

the hk dude's cool fren: ok so maybe you dun post and you may not even read this but i must just say that you are a great guy and there are really some things i can learn from you. but i guess you know that already. lets do more meaningful things in the future and pick up some nice hk girls!!

Hyperventilator: hey you must be the nicest guy around :) and you never cease to amaze me with the things you can do and the naughty things you have done *winkz*!!! heres to the many unforgettable nights in hall......

sebastien: I think you are a really unique, erudite, magnanimous and conscientious individual and it is really my pleasure to make your acquaintance. lalalalala

the rest: hey, like, if i know who you are i can say something to you but i guess it's too bad...

OK! Have a great holiday ahead! Loof and Bangkok await!!!

cleavageman J.

2006-12-16T21:26:00.000+08:00

to cleavageman j,
thought you might find this interesting, in light of your water-scene analysis.

Hail, holy Queen, mother of mercy,
Hail our life, our sweetness, and our hope.
To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve;
to thee do we send up our sighs,
mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.
Turn, then, most gracious advocate,
thine eyes of mercy toward us;
and after this, our exile,
show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus:
O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.

i just heard it in church today. strange, innit?

-lovelybones

2006-12-16T21:19:00.000+08:00

she who is always in my thoughts prefers
another man, and does not think of me.
yet he seeks for another's love, not hers;
and some poor girl is grieving for my sake.
why then, the devil take
both her and him; and love; and her; and me.
(bhartrihari)

****

words, wide night, carol ann duffy

somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, i am thinking of you.
the room is turning slowly away from the moon.

this is pleasurable. or shall i cross that out and say
it is sad? in one of the tenses i sing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

la la la la. see? i close my eyes and imagine the dark
hills i would have to cross
to reach you. for i am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.

-lovelybones

2006-12-16T14:13:00.000+08:00

This is a story
About a boy and a girl
Let me tell you something
Because if I don't it will

The boy made the girl angry
The boy made her mad
But the girl
Also made him very sad

And if I tell you anymore
The story needs more clues
But I'll save the story for later
Please indulge this lone fool

They say pride comes before a fall
And when that's all done with
Maybe you will find
That you're left with nothing at all

"Sitting here all alone in the middle of nowhere
Don't know which way to go
There ain't so much to say now between us
There ain't so much for you
There ain't so much for me anymore"

-ecko

2006-12-15T19:33:00.000+08:00

Dream-catcher

I found myself a dream-catcher,
Tangled strings and feathers true.
The complicated twining, weaving,
And the beauty of it, made me think of you.

Hang it where it can be seen,
Somewhere above your bed.
Feel safe from nightmares as you sleep,
Remember our time as you lay down your head.

May it protect you as you sleep,
Let only the good dreams come to you.
This dream-catcher that I’ve found,
I give to one who may be a dream come true.

2006-12-12T15:40:00.000+08:00

oh, pish.

she could not kiss him in the lift
she was not ready to give her gift
(he flicked his stickshift, she got the drift)

she could not kiss him in the crowd
what? she said, as though the music was loud
(she was too proud for the way he growled)

she could not kiss him that late night
it would have been a sorry lack of foresight
(she might regret her plight come daylight)

she would have kissed him just last week
but the impulse faded, she was too meek
(now if he is piqued she would go eek!)

oh it's only a kiss, she would dismiss
maybe this so called bliss
is an abyss i'd rather miss

or maybe it's really all that it's made out to be.

-comicbookguy

2006-12-12T01:53:00.000+08:00

Must-watch Films:

Children of Men
Fur: An Imaginary Portrait Of Diane Arbus (stars Nicole Kidman, and is directed by Steven Shainberg of Secretary)
The Architect
300 (Finally a film on Sparta City)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (How could you miss your all-time favourite childhood heroes kick some shredder butt?)
Perfume (Based on the novel)
The Number 23 (Jim Carrey in an epic thriller role!)
Balls of Fury (You've got to see the trailer for this.)
Spiderman 3
The Last King Of Scotland
The History Boys (Great Brit play)
Lets Go To Prison (Remember Chi McBride, the principal, from Boston Public? He's inside. gay prisoner.)
Ghost Rider (Nicolas Cage. Hunk.)
Zodiac
Smokin' Aces

Such Great Heights

2006-12-11T02:12:00.000+08:00

The river was smelly today, though that was not unsual: odor, sluggishness, and mud were part of the Waters' moods. Like life, he thought; the silt and sludge unchangingly about you.
A freighter slipped by, heading seaward. Soon, it would exchange the river's loneliness for the greater loneliness of the ocean. He wondered if those aboard were aware - or cared.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps, like himself, they had come to learn that there is no place in the world where a man is not alone.

~LovingYearningHurting~

2006-12-08T00:59:00.000+08:00

All of the king's horses
And all of the kings men
Couldn't put my heart back together again
All of the physicians and mathematicians too
Failed to stop my heart from breaking in two

Cos all I need is you
I just need you
Yeah, you got the glue
So I'm going to give my heart to you

Oh was a perfect day
Oh in a perfect way
You know, something had to go
You left me high, you left me low
Now as I lie in pieces, await for your return
The sun upon my forehead
It burns, baby, burns, baby, burns
An eye on all my horses
You slept with all my men
I'm never going to get it together again

- such great heights

2006-12-06T02:11:00.000+08:00

sleep is disruptive.

-funnyfriend

2006-12-06T01:26:00.000+08:00

Hey guys,

Just watched happy feet yesterday... It was DAMN cute lahr! I love penguins... :)

Anyway, speaking of penguins, you'll NEVER believe what those little suckers are capable of...

Wahaha, brings a whole new perspective to Happy Feet, aye? :p

K k, back to contracts...

~LovingYearningHurting~

No matter what I do

All I think about is you

Even when I’m with my Boo

Girl you know I’m crazy over you

2006-12-04T00:23:00.000+08:00

Sitting under the stars and wishing you were somewhere else, away from all these stupid books, authored by people whom you've slept with on bed almost every night? Sentimentality kicked in today and this song brought back so many memories...

I Don't Want to Live on the Moon

Well, I'd like to visit the moon
On a rocket ship high in the air
Yes, I'd like to visit the moon
But I don't think I'd like to live there
Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I might like it for one afternoon
I don't want to live on the moon

I'd like to travel under the sea
I could meet all the fish everywhere
Yes, I'd travel under the sea
But I don't think I'd like to live there
I might stay for a day there if I had my wish
But there's not much to do when your friends are all fish
And an oyster and clam aren't real family
So I don't want to live in the sea

I'd like to visit the jungle, hear the lions roar
Go back in time and meet a dinosaur
There's so many strange places I'd like to be
But none of them permanently

So if I should visit the moon
Well, I'll dance on a moonbeam and then
I will make a wish on a star
And I'll wish I was home once again
Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I may go I'll be coming home soon
'Cause I don't want to live on the moon
No, I don't want to live on the moon

1000 points to the first person who gets it correct! :P But points are as useless as placing books under your pillow before you go to sleep...

- Hyperventilator

2006-12-03T12:29:00.000+08:00

green&orange.

2006-12-01T22:20:00.000+08:00

To Denning, Goff, Pearce, and Cockburn:

_[]_

Yours truly,

-depressed lawyer

2006-12-01T15:49:00.000+08:00

i wonder why
people hit their enter key
so
many
times
throw in a rhyming pair
how they dare!
to call it
poetry

-comicbookguy

2006-11-30T00:55:00.000+08:00

Who do I mean?
Look at the colours, they'll clue you in.

.undertheradar

2006-11-29T01:04:00.000+08:00

superman (in superman returns) has got to be the saddest man alive.
imagine the most enigmatic courtship of the love of your life.
imagine her with another man.
imagine not being to raise your son.
imagine him being raised by someone else.
imagine him calling someone else dad.
imagine reconciliation as only a deceivingly possible ignis factuus.

sue SOme(one)

2006-11-28T23:20:00.000+08:00

Thinking in terms of one
Is easily done -
One table, one car, one care,
One person there,
Makes perfect sense; one set
Of wishes can be met,
One hope fulfilled.

But counting up to two
Is so much harder to do;
For one must be denied
Before it's tried.
Before it dies.

And two is twice the pain
That one must bear in vain.

-club emo

2006-11-28T10:01:00.000+08:00

We're back to thinking too much
back to a stage of such
inner wells; gaze deep and tell me
what swells into view.
The debut of a familiar strangeness
of 'it must be nice-' and 'i wish that-'
once or twice, i really wish that

-comicbookguy

2006-11-27T11:24:00.000+08:00

Alright!

I've completed 2 out of the 3 Essays.

Thanks for telling me that there were 3.

Think I'll leave the last essay for tonight. Its the hardest of all.

Shall go take a nap now.

Those who want to meet to go to school to hand in together tomorrow morning, please let me know.

Not Dead Justice

2006-11-26T18:08:00.000+08:00

What day is it again?

-depressed lawyer

2006-11-26T16:38:00.000+08:00

Americans are evil.

~

2006-11-26T05:03:00.000+08:00

W T F !

Dead Justice

2006-11-26T02:00:00.000+08:00

Err, dude...

There are like 3 essays yeah?

~LovinYearninHurtin~

2006-11-25T23:31:00.002+08:00

hey biatches!!!

ive finished 1 out of the 2 essays.

midnight movie anyone????

Your favourite Justice.

2006-11-25T23:31:00.001+08:00

Hi guys.

Enjoying your SLS?

i hope so, cause i'm having the time of my life.

"trade is to singapore what water is to fish."

really...

so sue me.

2006-11-25T23:26:00.000+08:00

Everyone, all the best for SLS! :)

Stress relief-

http://www.anonymouslawyer.blogspot.com/

green&orange.

2006-11-24T01:37:00.000+08:00

One steamy summer night, a master and his disciple were performing ceremonies for the village chief's son's wedding. The atmosphere was jovial and celebratory, with the whole village in attendance, a night of revelry and merry-making.

Taking the handsome young newly-wed aside,
the disciple was all smiles. "You must love your wife very much?" he asked earnestly.

"Oh yes!" the young man replied from the bottom of his heart.

"And you probably think that she is the most wonderful person in the world?" the disciple continued enthusiastically.

"She's so perfect in each and every way," cooed the young man.

The master shuffled his feet, " That's how it is when you get married," he interjected, "But after a few years, you will begin to see the flaws in your wife. When you do begin to notice her faults, remember this."

He paused.

"If she didn't have those faults to begin with, she would have married someone better than you."

-club emo

2006-11-23T21:30:00.000+08:00

i pace up and down
that lingering whiff
that persistent smile
listen to the silence.
the depths of human relation
express so many things
with no words at all
and like a passing car
or a conversation down the street
like it never happened

at all.

-depressed lawyer

2006-11-23T21:08:00.000+08:00

HI GUYS
IT'S MY TURN TO SPAM YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!

WHEE.

-lovelybones

2006-11-23T21:02:00.000+08:00

more entertainment..

ABC News story

so you cringe if you shoot yourself.

~

2006-11-23T20:44:00.000+08:00

Hey SAMFEST06 is really a resounding success!!
Really proud of our fac ppl
2 days before exam and 1/8 of the batch actually turned up.
The other 7/8 probably had some really good reasons for not coming, like studying...
And of course it helps that the bday boy is SAM.

But i think for SAMFEST07 we shoulda eat somewhere with safer and deeper water bodies, somewhere near the beach or a pond or a pool or something.

Well cant wait till after exams end.

clvgman J.

2006-11-23T20:27:00.000+08:00

what happens when you are bored studying SLS and attention-grabbing people walk around:

Ogus, “The Context of Regulation: the Market and Private Law”, in Regulation: Legal Form and Economic Theory (1994) (distributed).

Questions: why is that fat girl wearing a pink sweater to show off every layer of her stomach? WHY. Why do people have no zi zhi zhi ming. WHY WHY WHY. Some more in PINK, so that everybody will look. TWANG TWANG TWANG. The sound if I pull the roll of fat and let it go. We used to call ?? TWANG. Cos she is more solidly built than the typical slim girl. Not that not hot, but that sort of sturdy sports type. Yah. Damn funny. But this pink one… TWANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

1. What does Ogus understand the function of private law to be? In his scheme of things, what role does criminal law, constitutional law and property law play? What about contract law and tort law?

~

2006-11-23T19:43:00.000+08:00

Pretty poem.

Sometimes the notes are ferocious,
skirmishes against the author
raging along the borders of every page
in tiny black script.
If I could just get my hands on you,
Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien,
they seem to say,
I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head.

Other comments are more offhand, dismissive -
"Nonsense." "Please!" "HA!!" -
that kind of thing.
I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a bookmark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
why wrote "Don't be a ninny"
alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.

Students are more modest
needing to leave only their splayed footprints
along the shore of the page.
One scrawls "Metaphor" next to a stanza of Eliot's.
Another notes the presence of "Irony"
fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.

Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers,
Hands cupped around their mouths.
"Absolutely," they shout
to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin.
"Yes." "Bull's-eye." My man!"
Check marks, asterisks, and exclamation points
rain down along the sidelines.

And if you have manage to graduate from college
without ever having written "Man vs. Nature"
in a margin, perhaps now
is the time to take one step forward.

We have all seized the white perimeter as our own
and reached for a pen if only to show
we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;
we pressed a thought into the wayside,
planted an impression along the verge.

Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria
jotted along the borders of the Gospels
brief asides about the pains of copying,
a bird signing near their window,
or the sunlight that illuminated their page-
anonymous men catching a ride into the future
on a vessel more lasting than themselves.

And you have not read Joshua Reynolds,
they say, until you have read him
enwreathed with Blake's furious scribbling.

Yet the one I think of most often,
the one that dangles from me like a locket,
was written in the copy of Catcher in the Rye
I borrowed from the local library
one slow, hot summer.
I was just beginning high school then,
reading books on a davenport in my parents' living room,
and I cannot tell you
how vastly my loneliness was deepened,
how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed,
when I found on one page

A few greasy looking smears
and next to them, written in soft pencil-
by a beautiful girl, I could tell,
whom I would never meet-
"Pardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love."

~ Marginalia, Billy Collins

green&orange.

2006-11-23T18:41:00.000+08:00

somebody says my posts are too focused on certain things and not intellectual enough. hence..

When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said—
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, 145
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. 150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling. 155
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 160
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME 165
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

Goodnight. ~

2006-11-23T18:35:00.000+08:00

to help everybody escape from study blues..

meet billy corgan's cousin!

~

2006-11-23T17:44:00.000+08:00

Had a great time today...
Really helps to have really good friends around to brighten very sordid depressing days...
___________________________________

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall i will catch you i'll be waiting
Time after time

---

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy
Can't remember when
I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

- Hyperventilator

2006-11-22T22:03:00.000+08:00

Why are you at my side?
How can I be any use to you now?
Give me the chance
And I'll let you see how
Nothing has changed...

Deep in my heart I'm concealing
Things that I'm longing to say
Scared to confess what I'm feeling
Frightened you'll slip away...

- Hyperventilator

2006-11-22T00:40:00.000+08:00

we're all emo because we're lonely.

我唱得她心醉　我唱得她心碎　
成年人分手後都像無所謂
和朋友一起買醉卡拉ＯＫ　
唱我的歌陪著畫面流淚　
嘿　陪著流眼淚

我唱得她心醉　我唱得她心碎　
在三十三歲真愛那麼珍貴
年輕的女孩求她讓一讓位　
讓男人決定跟誰遠走高飛　
嘿　誰在遠走高飛

我唱得她心醉　我唱得她心碎　
她努力不讓自己看來很累
歲月在聽我們唱無怨無悔　
在掌聲裡唱到自己流淚　
嘿　唱到自己流淚

it's been a long day.

-lovelybones.

2006-11-21T21:02:00.000+08:00

LADIES & GENTLEMEN
`````````````````
presenting

"The Event Of The Year!!!"

SAMFEST 2006
THU 23 NOV

To all the girls: You want to be there. Trust us!!

" I've been waiting for samfest for the last 21 years!!" - club emo
" Cheap beer, hot guy, what more do you want?" - clvgman J.
" I Love SAMFLASH!! oops i mean SAMFEST..." - under the radar
" Shit lah you guys I won't be there!!" - so sue me

2006-11-20T02:06:00.000+08:00

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

skirtless.

2006-11-19T00:13:00.000+08:00

Nod. Smile. Wave.

Sea of familiar faces
A myriad of strange hearts.

.under the radar

2006-11-18T18:03:00.000+08:00

you're magic he said
don't let it get to your head
if you had it all figured out
you'll never get out of bed
don't mumble when you speak
keep your tongue up in your cheek

-depressed lawyer (in bed with mraz)

2006-11-17T13:39:00.000+08:00

“And between her and me
distance shrinks till there is none left
but the distance of pain that neither she nor I
can cross.”
– Norman MacCaig, “Visiting Hour”

skirtless.

2006-11-17T00:14:00.000+08:00

sad songs that sound happy are the saddest of all.

~

2006-11-17T00:06:00.000+08:00

anyone who has lost a urine sample in the mail
must be heartless
it is a christmas bubble, waiting to burst
the glue will be pried open by
fingers thinking there is something to steal
under pressure it might explode like a time bomb

it might be a love letter
whose shame yellows with age
what a definition of yourself, an ultimatum
it reads, this is my heart
if you can live like this you can live with me

but the envelope is like a small child
you must be kind to it, and not make it cry
if you are not careful it will piss on your hands

-lovelybones

2006-11-16T22:54:00.000+08:00

We all have much to learn from Lord Kuroneko. Much to learn.

-comicbookguy

2006-11-16T22:41:00.000+08:00

Voices morphed as one
Faces all around
but tonight
it's only you and me.

-CRACK up

2006-11-16T14:39:00.000+08:00

the lesson of the moth

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

By Don Marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927

green&orange

2006-11-15T19:05:00.000+08:00

One grey spring afternoon, a master and his disciple were walking together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling.
Coming around a bend, they met a beautiful girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.

"Come on, girl" said the master at once.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.

The disciple did not speak again until that night when they had returned to the temple. Then he could no longer restrain himself.
"We shouldn't go near females," he told the master, "Especially not young and beautiful ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"

"I left the girl there," said the master,
"Are you still carrying her?"

-club emo

2006-11-15T12:00:00.000+08:00

Mystery the moon
A hole in the sky
A supernatural nightlight
So full but often right
A pair of eyes a closin' one
A chosen child of golden sun
A marble dog that chases cars
To farthest reaches of the beach and far beyond into the swimming sea of stars

A cosmic fish they love to kiss
They're giving birth to constellation
No riffs and oh no reservation
If they should fall you get a wish or dedication
May I suggest you get the best
For nothing less than you and I
Let's take a chance as this romance is rising over before we lose the lighting
Oh bella bella please
Bella you beautiful luna
Oh bella do what you do
Do do do do do

You are an illuminating anchor
Of leagues to infinite number
Crashing waves and breaking thunder
Tiding the ebb and flows of hunger
You're dancing naked there for me
You expose all memory
You make the most of boundary
You're the ghost of royalty imposing love
You are the queen and king combining everything
Intertwining like a ring around the finger of a girl
I'm just a singer, you're the world
All I can bring ya
Is the language of a lover
Bella luna, my beautiful
How you swoon me like no other

-depressed lawyer

2006-11-15T02:07:00.000+08:00

Time goes by,
And we watch our lives,
As they're sadly slipping away.
Alone, we cry.
So follow that tune quickly
Or you'll lose the melody you never hear
When you were young you didn't care.
It's the one that stole your fathers pride,
That mighty mighty dollar sign.
These are the things that matter now,
So sing along and be...
Prepared to jump,
When the ship has sunk,
And you're slowly watching it drown.
Alone, you cry.
Maybe we care about too much
Time we lost and in spite we run,
But I'm wrong, but you know i'm wrong.

- such great heights

2006-11-15T00:32:00.000+08:00

Growth

“What,” he asked the mirror,
“do you want?
How can you say
you need to have your way,
when you don’t even know what you want?”

“I,” said the lips in the mirror,
“want to live.
I want to get out and play,
say what I have to say,
and know to whom my heart I should give.”

The man looked in the mirror,
with tears in his eyes.
He felt his hope fade,
living mistakes he had made,
as he watched the boy in the mirror wave goodbye.

/ thorne

2006-11-13T23:29:00.000+08:00

the ineffable smile

I saw a girl once: it was at a party,
and i remember because she wore
a dress, a most delightful number.

Much was said of this girl that night;
we all agreed
there was none so splendid as she.
But if she heard us she gave no sign,
save the ineffable smile
she bore all night.

Years later, I met her and thought to ask
what had become of that dress
and if she still wore it sometime?

She gave no answer, but said
that when she’d bought it,
they hadn’t her size but she’d taken it
anyway, one size larger.
They’d told her that it was fine
really, and that it looked just as good.
No one’d noticed of course and everyone loved it,
I reminded her.

She looked at me —
“but i knew it wasn’t right,
the size and my body,
it wouldn’t let me forget that.”
I thought i heard anguish in her voice then.
She never wore that dress again.

Now when I think back
to the party, and how lovely she looked,
I wonder if maybe
there was something important I might have missed
in the smile she wore that night.

-comicbookguy

2006-11-12T01:51:00.000+08:00

If all I had were just three words to wrap around your finger
Would that be good enough?

-ONcrack

2006-11-11T04:30:00.000+08:00

Yeah baby i treat you like a rose... Always.

depressed lawyer + so sue me + random hero + under the radar + clvgman J.

2006-11-10T17:58:00.000+08:00

When I was little, my mama said to me,
"What do you wanna be when you grow up?"
I shoulda said
"I wanna be a happy person, I wanna find a nice girl and marry her."
But the only thing I said
"I wanna be an astronaut."

Sometimes, you can be fucking dense when you're little.

-depressed lawyer

2006-11-10T11:49:00.000+08:00

If you want to access nakedlawyers..

and this is a thousand-word answer to all the emo posts out there:

:D

~ & lovelybones

2006-11-10T00:13:00.000+08:00

X:
When it dawned on me it brought back much memories
way back to the time in college
or to the time during the week break when the news came on the screen

Strangely it had the same effect now as then
and I thought I had grown stronger through them
But I was wrong
Thought I had grown stronger through them and was wrong
Age it seems hasn't numbed the pain

The older the bones the harder it cuts cold
Just like a naked chill
And all this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love

Y:
Ohh but it has been heart-wrenching for me too (as your friend)
To see you go down
Again
And again
And again
And like, again

X:
come to think of it
the previous times were ok
almost bearable
because they did not know me
and I not them
and i couldn't care one f*** bit about them

but this time......
This was the most unkindest cut of all.

sebas tien

2006-11-09T22:48:00.000+08:00

Sweet turkish delight

O’ what a beauteous night.

You looked so down
Your mouth in a frown
Cheer you up, I thought I might.

I hand you a tray of sweet turkish delight;
It’s the most of what I have.
I hold my breath.
You say: I’m yours tonight.

/ So sue me

2006-11-09T22:17:00.000+08:00

a stranger is a stranger is a stranger, simply, and you watch the stranger to anticipate his next move. but the people who elicit from you a depth of attention and wonder which we helplessly call love are perpetually making moves which cannot possibly be anticipated. eventually, you realise that it never occurred to you to anticipate their next move, not only because you couldn’t but because you didn’t have to: it was not a question of moving on the next move, but simply, of being present. danger, true, you try to anticipate and you prepare yourself, without knowing it, to stand in the way of death. for the strangest people in the world are those people recognised, beneath one’s senses, by one’s soul — the people utterly indispensable for one’s journey. (james baldwin.)

hang in there, guys. heaven can wait,

but there's more to life than the next four weeks.

-lovelybones

2006-11-09T15:41:00.000+08:00

take me down to the paradise city
where the things that should matter still do
where innocence is mature
not ignorant
where maturity is hopeful
not cynical
where hope is borne of steadfast faith
that displaces pride and inspires love
where people don't throw love away.

-funnyfriend

2006-11-08T21:36:00.000+08:00

take me down to the paradise city
where the grass is green
and the girls are pretty...

clvgman J.

2006-11-08T11:51:00.000+08:00

Don't you guys think that life is so simple.
We eat.
We study.
We go out.
We sleep
We die.
People only complicate matters.
Maybe dying is a good thing.

-depressed lawyer

2006-11-07T17:27:00.000+08:00

on the other end of the telephone
a lost sea sang
a timeless melody

an eternity, i drifted
to a lethean symphony
of ancient birds

so it was that when a voice came through
vaguely familiar
i had forgotten who i was looking for

-club emo

2006-11-07T17:05:00.000+08:00

So Alone

Its ironic how I can sit here among a whole group of people and still feel
so alone.
I am here, and yet not here;
I am listening, and yet it doesn't really matter...

I hate the after-hours, yet perversely I love them;
The hours after library, after friends, after this life,
When the plastic pretensions and vile veneers that have become "me" are stripped away
And all that's left is the brute beneath
Reflecting upon the nauseating emptiness
Of this inconsequential existence
so alone

Remember being happy
me neither

au revoir pour le moment

~LovingYearningHurting~

2006-11-06T19:49:00.000+08:00

You’re bronzer, I’m blush
Let’s fraternize
Ten hours, costa sands, sweat
For a sunrise
Oversized shirts, endorphins
exercise
what you don’t know you feel
Prisoner of your own device
Shadows flicker
Privatise
Leg, arm, leg, yours or mine?
Harmonise
A guitar, his voice
my discovered vice
Recurring mistake
Once, twice, thrice
One glance from across the room
More than suffice
the brew, your eyes
My paradise
Ten years from now?
Let’s visualise
Samsonite, indochine, chime
All entice
No labels for the faces
i’ll summarise
all that glitters is gold
candy-coated lies
Guard your lips, guard your heart
Words of the wise
I’ll leave you first
No room for goodbyes
Go forth, conquer all, you’ll be brilliant
Brave advice
Twenty days more
Plagerise.

-crack

2006-11-06T16:37:00.000+08:00

you are a genius. so is allen ginsberg.

the best minds of our generation, indeed.

-lovelybones.

2006-11-05T22:46:00.000+08:00

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
starving hysterical naked,
who lost glorious sunday saturday afternoons evenings buried in 19th century texts font 8 courier,
reproducing it on blinding monitor screens amongst the other diary entries and scandalous pages losing focus falling asleep dripping full o' acid morphine caffeine while simultaneously obsessing over granny smith apple pies and chocolate raspberry pies costing 6 dollars apiece and diff girls with soccer player names...

sebastien

2006-11-05T11:19:00.000+08:00

There is a chinese saying that goes: When a man woos a woman, a mountain stands between them; When a woman woos a man, a thin veil's all thats inbetween.

so