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
08 December 2006
06 December 2006
Hey guys,
Anyway, speaking of penguins, you'll NEVER believe what those little suckers are capable of...
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
04 December 2006
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...
- Hyperventilator
I Don't Want to Live on the Moon1000 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...
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
- Hyperventilator
03 December 2006
01 December 2006
30 November 2006
29 November 2006
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)
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)
28 November 2006
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
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
27 November 2006
26 November 2006
25 November 2006
24 November 2006
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
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
23 November 2006
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.
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?
~
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?
~
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.
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.
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. ~
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. ~
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
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
22 November 2006
21 November 2006
LADIES & GENTLEMEN
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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
20 November 2006
19 November 2006
18 November 2006
17 November 2006
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
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
16 November 2006
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
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
15 November 2006
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
13 November 2006
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
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
12 November 2006
11 November 2006
10 November 2006
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
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
09 November 2006
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
08 November 2006
07 November 2006
So AloneIts 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~
06 November 2006
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
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
05 November 2006
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
03 November 2006
in the student lounge on tuesday night, we never expected we'd last this long.
it's been raining nonstop these few days. the mornings always begin deceptively sunny, and the rain always chooses the most inopportune times to come down. like when you're on the way there and back, but not in. i feel drenched all the way to my bones. the sun is out but it's still raining. maybe later there'll be a rainbow.
here is some KTV fodder to get you all in the mood for tonight
i felt, growing within me, perhaps for the first time, a nauseating sensation of emptiness: so this was what it meant to be different: this was the price for being the salt of the earth. to carry on your crossbar a girl you desire and be so far from her as not to be able even to fall in love with her: carry her on your crossbar along viale gorizia to help her belong to someone else, and vanish from my life.
(primo levi,the periodic table: phosphorus)
-lovelybones
it's been raining nonstop these few days. the mornings always begin deceptively sunny, and the rain always chooses the most inopportune times to come down. like when you're on the way there and back, but not in. i feel drenched all the way to my bones. the sun is out but it's still raining. maybe later there'll be a rainbow.
here is some KTV fodder to get you all in the mood for tonight
i felt, growing within me, perhaps for the first time, a nauseating sensation of emptiness: so this was what it meant to be different: this was the price for being the salt of the earth. to carry on your crossbar a girl you desire and be so far from her as not to be able even to fall in love with her: carry her on your crossbar along viale gorizia to help her belong to someone else, and vanish from my life.
(primo levi,the periodic table: phosphorus)
-lovelybones
02 November 2006
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smilin’ in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard
But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smilin’ in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard
But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
~ Dead Poets' Society
green&orange.
~ Dead Poets' Society
green&orange.
01 November 2006
Disregard your friends.
When life breaks apart
and death breaks in.
Conjure a philosophy
It's the only thing you have to call your own
In the end nothing follows you.
The future breeds uncertainty
but history never lies,
yet mistakes are to be repeated
chronicles have divulged.
Spare no remorse;
no one cries with you.
As your tears turn the sand a darker shade of red,
the world moves on;
there is no reccess.
know thine enemy:
spare no clemency.
take thought of the morrow,
you might find an end to your sorrow.
the green green lucious grass.
give me a coup de grâce.
so please mother sue me.
When life breaks apart
and death breaks in.
Conjure a philosophy
It's the only thing you have to call your own
In the end nothing follows you.
The future breeds uncertainty
but history never lies,
yet mistakes are to be repeated
chronicles have divulged.
Spare no remorse;
no one cries with you.
As your tears turn the sand a darker shade of red,
the world moves on;
there is no reccess.
know thine enemy:
spare no clemency.
take thought of the morrow,
you might find an end to your sorrow.
the green green lucious grass.
give me a coup de grâce.
so please mother sue me.
HEART2HEART - THE ANSWER
When you thought I wasn't brave enough to walk beside you
I was behind you every step of the way
Still filled with awe because of the beauty that stands
before me
When you thought I was too deaf to hear your heartbeat
I didn't want to assume anything
And I was afraid to lose our friendship
When you thought I wasn't there to catch you
It was because you never gave me the chance
You never reached the bottom, you've already grabbed a branch
If you feel like you are nowhere, I too am lost
I too don't know where the road is going
Are we just going to turn around,
Or are we gonna cross each other's path, again?
Will we just let go of what we had
Or go to the place where love is bound?
Don't let me walk alone
I want to walk by your side
Don't let me talk to someone else
It's you I want to talk with
Don't let me fall for someone else
Its you I want to fall in love with.
You and noone else.
~LovingYearningHurting~
When you thought I wasn't brave enough to walk beside you
I was behind you every step of the way
Still filled with awe because of the beauty that stands
before me
When you thought I was too deaf to hear your heartbeat
I didn't want to assume anything
And I was afraid to lose our friendship
When you thought I wasn't there to catch you
It was because you never gave me the chance
You never reached the bottom, you've already grabbed a branch
If you feel like you are nowhere, I too am lost
I too don't know where the road is going
Are we just going to turn around,
Or are we gonna cross each other's path, again?
Will we just let go of what we had
Or go to the place where love is bound?
Don't let me walk alone
I want to walk by your side
Don't let me talk to someone else
It's you I want to talk with
Don't let me fall for someone else
Its you I want to fall in love with.
You and noone else.
~LovingYearningHurting~
X:
When you were here before
I couldn't look you in the eyes
You wouldn't know...
but I see you everyday
In the same room
x tables away
Always resplendent stunning basking in the glory of your Beauty
moving gracefully amongst the crowd
Like a bubble
A bubble on a sea of noise
quiet and small and clean and bright
I wish i was special
Y:
When I first came
They said that nothing is constant
that everything changes
that the only constant is change
n I doubted them
I believed in you
Believed that you will not change
Believed that we will be forever special
that we are above them all
that we will inherit this place
but i was wrong
you said, "We don't fit each other."
Now
I'm alone when I walk thru the Gardens
when I queue up for lunch
when i fall asleep on the table
I'm all alone.
X:
Somtimes i wish they'd do away with all the uncertainty and the fuzziness
Who set the rules to the game?
Rules that I don't want to follow
I am not a player.
sebastien
When you were here before
I couldn't look you in the eyes
You wouldn't know...
but I see you everyday
In the same room
x tables away
Always resplendent stunning basking in the glory of your Beauty
moving gracefully amongst the crowd
Like a bubble
A bubble on a sea of noise
quiet and small and clean and bright
I wish i was special
Y:
When I first came
They said that nothing is constant
that everything changes
that the only constant is change
n I doubted them
I believed in you
Believed that you will not change
Believed that we will be forever special
that we are above them all
that we will inherit this place
but i was wrong
you said, "We don't fit each other."
Now
I'm alone when I walk thru the Gardens
when I queue up for lunch
when i fall asleep on the table
I'm all alone.
X:
Somtimes i wish they'd do away with all the uncertainty and the fuzziness
Who set the rules to the game?
Rules that I don't want to follow
I am not a player.
sebastien
31 October 2006
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
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
30 October 2006
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~
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~
29 October 2006
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23 October 2006
spree for david and goliath!
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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..
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pls let me know if interested~
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
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
19 October 2006
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
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
18 October 2006
17 October 2006
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
--alan paton.
-lovelybones
16 October 2006
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.
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..."- Anguished Fantôme
Evanescence: Snow White Queen
15 October 2006
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
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
14 October 2006
12 October 2006
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
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
11 October 2006
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."
~
"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."
~
10 October 2006
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.
~
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
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
08 October 2006
07 October 2006
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
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
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
03 October 2006
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