Chicken Scratches On Gravel

neil gaiman's dialogue session.additional tix from 17th october.so going to grab a pair for cher and i.also taichi yamada.

plus,hazar's writings that he sent me in parts-floating somewhere in the virtual world of my e-mail.

words,words,wait words.

n.b:it was to forget you but evidently it didn't work.i wouldn't ever do it again though.not unless it meant something,and even then-maybe not.i'd rather begin everything from the beginning.

hello facey!linguistics is over.HAH.
 

There's nothing like a full moon reflected in the eyes of a blind man
using a telescope to stir a bowl of Russian alphabet soup
for the cosmonauts who orbited the shadow of Jupiter
and are landing in an ocean of tears
shed by cold blooded murderers who miss their mothers convulsively
in their prison cells being wheeled caravan-style down Oswald Boulevard
as part of the Forgiveness Parade where relatives of the victims
stand quietly holding banners like 'Apology Accepted' as the vandals
stumble past in shackles followed by the hijackers and the pickpockets who
march single file up the fire escape of a skyscraper built by arsonists.

i'm so afraid of getting writer's block during the exams.you have no idea.the past week got me realising how close chua,steve,pris,kath and i have grown.but also how essential it is to retain one's wholeness and singleness unto oneself.lawrence is fusing into me,once again.500 days of summer is just around the corner and everyone seems to have caught wind of it.too bad eh,netters?this is good-animal-like spontaneity of detachment.
yet.i.have.missed.you.so.

guess who's off for the exclusive premier of coco avant chanel come wednesday?

new york,i love you and i'm going to fall in love with new love,a different love,love denied and everything in between.very different from paris je'taime though.i like!

and chris tse says there's a bike shop near hfc with pk rippers.eek!want to come down with me?

this is what i've always liked about new york-these little moments on the sidewalks.you can watch the buildings,you can look at the people,sometimes meet somebody you feel like you can talk to.

to everlasting love with no one or someone or just anyone.

and to priscilla,chua,steve-o,kath and gav-i can't go for the picnic.i have...wait for it...tuition.GASP.

i got a huge scolding from the 'rents last night for skipping linguistics yesterday.and for failing to hand in a one-month late essay.which i incidentally spewed out in a fit of inspiration and drive.this is what scoldings do to me.handed it in early this morning.

okay,so i got my first results back.maths-84%.HAR.SUCKS TO YOU 'RENTS.
wait,i should wait for my other results before saying anything.

went for cheryl ang's 14-year old sister's funeral yesterday.
kc girls and teachers filled the church.
my condolences to cheryl and her family.but she's in a better,eternal somewhere.
right after,my friends and i walked past this sign that read,'is there more to life than this?'
humans,humanity,souls,a life well lived,living life according to your rules,society's rules or God's rules,death,new life,worthlessness,pointlessness,worth & point of life.i can't even organise or comprehend my thoughts but i guess that's the way it should be.
it's a learning and growing process,though.
births,weddings and funerals all occuring in the same church,down the same aisle.
fleetingness of life.
you want ot leave this world a better person,a better place.
to grace ang,your spirit remains in all kc girls.
peace.

mark is hilarious.on the train back with him,cher and alvin,he was being such a critical piece of whatchamacallit.girls who run too much-chunky legs.girls who do push-ups too often-firmer and manly chests.talk about chauvinism.

gretl,i'm going to miss you.more than you'll ever know.have a great one in australia.
pfbc will never be the same without you.

man,i suddenly feel so alone.