I am quilt ridden
My work unstarted
My paper blank
I have been using opium ink again.

Outside the blossom telescopes into fruit,
Inside my mind there is a blight.
A train whistle
I reshelve my books,
Shunting them into another sidetrack.
I don't feel up to it today,
Tomorrow I'll get down to it.

The party will be a good experience,
There's bound to be a discussion.
I'll work all night tonight,
Tomorrow I'll work all day.

The commercial whirlpool
Draws me into town.
I buy some study aids,
They will act as pacemakers.
I rearrange my furniture,
Now the stadium is set for action.
Meanwhile my grant is being gobbled up
By that scythe-armed bandit,
'Jack Pot or Not?'

remember this, people who did poems deep and dangerous? grin. terribly appropriate for now.

decidd to post on d class blog... sighs* feeling unproductive came home early to mug but didnt do much xcept print out daniels notes.. newaee.. since every1s posting songs.. i shd go wif the flow *makessuperactcoolnotcoolhandsignals* -rapper noises- the flll-oo-ww! n post a song...

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic

dat should kill all ur brain cells! muahahas!

somehow econs just drains my brains.
maybe it's cos of the promos.

anyway

Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) by The Arcade Fire.

and if the snow buries my, my neighbourhood
and if my parents are crying
then i'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours
yeah a tunnel
from my window to yours

you climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle
the middle of the town

and since there's no one around
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know --
then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow

you change all the lead sleeping in my head
as the day grows dim
i hear you sing a golden hymn

then we tried to name our babies
but we forgot all the names that --
the names we used to know

but sometimes
we remember our bedrooms
and our parents' bedrooms
and the bedrooms of our friends...

then we think of our parents
well whatever happened to them?

you change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold
and as the day grows dim
i hear you sing
a golden hymn
the song i've been trying to say

purify the colours, purify my mind
purify the colours, purify my mind
and spread the ashes of the colours over this heart of mine

carol ann duffy.

Miles Away

I want you and you are not here. I pause
in this garden, breathing the colour thought is
before language into still air. Even your name
is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again
and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight
I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer
than the words I have you say you said before.

Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me
with a look, standing here whilst cool late light
dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,
but still it smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,
into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.

oneword.

omg!! best site in the world!! stream of consciousness writing, something like that. you must all go see....!!! esp the writers. shoojee! kelly! vaish! i order you lot there now!!

here is my playlist for mugging:

wake up	the walkmen
throw away your television	red hot chilli peppers
black coffee	all saints
walk idiot walk	the hives
motivation	sum 41
a stroke of luck	garbage
hard to explain	the strokes
it was supposed to be so easy	the streets
stupid girl	garbage
somewhere a clock is ticking	snow patrol
how to be dead	snow patrol
prove yourself	radiohead
go to sleep	radiohead
zombie	the cranberries
road to ruin	the libertines
arbeit macht frei	the libertines
float on	modest mouse
i'm not down	the clash
i will survive	cake

was looking for egs for my gp essay when i chanced upon this:

Pablo Picasso's "Guernica" censored at U.N.

old, yes, but food for thought nevertheless.

help your fellow souls in need!
and accrue positive karma for yourseves in the process.


http://www.zoomerang.com/survey.zgi?p=WEB2S3A5JVT5


thankyous from me boof claud shane and zhian.

i do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
i love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
i love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so i love you because i know no other way

than this: where i does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep.

-pablo neruda

yays! really like this poem! hehs very inspired by ruth darling =) whee!
so bored.
i don't like being home alone for the whole day
and i have no dinner because after making dinner
for the entire week
i have run out of ideas
bleahs
and am too lazy to cook
am hungryyyyyyyyyyyy
i need food!
grumbles grumbles ughs
anyway
everybody go MUGGG hehs CHEERS! ( do you get the pun? well pun was intended...hehs)

no need to say anything. hurhurhur.

read the parts in red..

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hi people!! hahahs.. finaleee i geda post.. in honour o dat.. i shall type in my usu type o english.. betcha all missd it lyk crazeee.. weees~ wahahas... newaeee.. ehs.. actually ive nothing much else to sae.. except that we should have a post-kitson-farewell-party.. told him before he left dat we'll hv one n hve alot alot of funnn cos dere'll finalee be enuf food. dam im bitchy. decidd to post up a song too 2... :)

you raise me up
to walk on stormy seas
i m strong when i am on ur shoulder
you raise me up
more dan i can be

stay goood people..

So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even
your year, but

{Chorus}
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cause you're there for me too

You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight
You've burned your breakfast so far, things are going great
Your mama warned you there'd be days like these
But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees, and

{Chorus}

No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Since you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the best with
Someone who always laughs at
Even when I'm at my worst, I'm best with you
Yeah!

{Chorus}

I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
'Cause you're there for me too
---

in commemoration of the end of one of the best tv shows ever. friends.

algernon charles swinburne

he's a victorian poet, very lyrical, very controversial. well, not modern day controversial, victorian controversial, but it's enough to flutter me at 3am. read the first poem; a ballad of life. it is brilliant.

soundbites from rjc175's meeting at claud's place.


#1

zhi an: claud i need to use your toilet.
claud: oh sure, go ahead.
za: oh where is it har?
claud: the sink. (pause) as in, beside the sink.


#2

(shoujie transcribing the survey. the word ephemeral is said.)
sj: oh ephemeral... like skin isit? (continues typing)
wiggy: (after stunned pause) um, ephemeral is fleeting. i think you mean epidermal.

Harry Potter and the agenda behind it

been reading this for a bit; stupid, decontextualized generalisations to whit, 1370982378053. this is hilarious. an exercise in outrage.

my goodness, apparantly, reading potter is getting me hooked on drugs!
In HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE, since Drug Use is essential in achieving higher consciousness, Harry and his friends learned to create drugs! Listen to Professor Snape explain: "I don't think you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses, I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death . . . What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" [P. 137]

and it makes me want to drink blood too!
“…The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animal's side, and began to drink its blood. “Drinking blood is forbidden in Scripture [Genesis 9:4-5] but practiced regularly in Satanism.

it also attests to the fact that there is no absolute standard of good or evil:
Professor Quirrell told Harry, "There is no good or evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it." [P. 291] This is standard Witchcraft.
well, aside from the fact that the person who said that was the evil villian figure of the first book, surely children would fall into that terrible trap!

i am nonplussed.

A) united: hah! out of interest, do you know that there are religious connotations to clubs from the same region? like for manchester, united is the catholic club, city is the protestant. (or the other way around, i can't remember.) anyhow more importantly, for liverpool, liverpool is catholic, everton's protestant. in london, stuff gets complicated because stuff like judaism wades into the fray. grin. this information courtesy of ian rankin.

B) arundhati roy- leftist idiotarianism in style of noam chomsky! yeesh technically anathema to me. but she is smart, like naomi klein. read naomi klein if you like arundhati roy, no logo is a really fascinating (if leftist. -_-) read. i should really finish reading it one of these days. grin.

i have rediscovered 3 rufus wainwright songs on my laptop! in love with them. i'm in a mellow mood for mellow music. the verve is so relaxing, it fills the space and keeps you company.

you, who were born with the sun above your shoulders

there seems to be signs everywhere:

my tcm game keeps crashing
the soulseek server is down again
everyone is offline
blogger seems screwy

so now i:
cannot play tcm and continue my winning streak
cannot look for more new music (easily)
cannot talk cock with the usual suspects in class
cannot do anything about boof's botched post.

so should i go and do maths?
sigh...

on behalf of boof (and due to a blogger glitch):

An essay which i think is perfectly biased, and marvellously well-written in a very journalistic, facts-and-figures (and a healthy serving of wit and sacarsm) style. "The Greater Common Good" deals with the horrors of the Narmada Valley Project along the Narmada River basin, spanning the states of Gujarat, Madhya Pradesh and Maharashtra. Particularly relevant for the geoggers - I wanted to photocopy this and pass it around but it's hopelessly long, some 90 pages in paperback. Tightly woven, brilliantly written.
http://www.narmada.org/gcg/gcg.html

seriously, the title bit is silly. but before i go on:

a public ecstatic slobbery THANK YOU to daniel l for the amazing history notes, which rock socks people. ha to the geoggers! pfft.

promos are in 26 days. i think it's time to start studying. 'course, i've been thinking that since end july so no matter.
(is the 4As thing still on?! because i may have to pull out =S)
heh people include me in your prayers to whoever it is you pray to. something tells me i'll need a whole lotta luck to pull through this one.

friends ends next week! bleah.

in response to kel's earlier quote from i sing of olaf glad and big
there is some shit i will not eat!

yeahhhh. cummingsss. my bestest favouritest poet loveliest in the all of time. haha what an appropriate way to love cummings.

i think howlin pelle almqvist is quite darkly magnetic. [derrick/bao: noooo!] yes i'm suffering from the hives, i am.

it's official- full judicial- ends in physical (this i know)
best keep quiet- you don't listen to me anyway
you're gonna lose and it's gonna show
... ... two-timing touch and broken bones
damn i'm in love with the guitars on that. especially the trippy bit around 1.15 when the balance shuffles around. this is such an annoyingly brash song. i love it!

incidentally, soph do you have my maths notes? on uh loci and all that.
complex numbers. yes.
-_-

)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is... (16)

)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is
more silent than more than much more is or
total sun oceaning than any this
tear jumping from each most least eye of star

and without was if minus and shall be
immeasurable happenless unnow
shuts more than open could that every tree
or than all life more death begins to grow

end's ending then these dolls of joy and grief
these recent memories of future dream
these perhaps who have lost their shadows if
which did not do the losing spectres mime

until out of merely not nothing comes
only one snowflake(and we speak our names

i feel like cummings. hm the weather produces strange cravings ;p

"i will not kiss your fucking flag."
--cummings, in the olaf poem
(claud i was sifting, if you like, through past entries and belatedly, he's lovely!!)
haha don't you love the alliteration
if really one must break it down into it's composite parts =)

lars~

now is a happier time.

enya suits the weather, i have put it on.
don't you think there's something so magical--mystical almost--about what it conjures up.
somewhere beyond the mist, something like that.

here is a depressing fitzgerald poem, involving rain
(though come to think of it most of his poems involve rain or at least water)

RAIN BEFORE DAWN

The dull, faint patter in the drooping hours
Drifts in upon my sleep and fills my hair
With damp; the burden of the heavy air
Is strewn upon me where my tired soul cowers,
Shrinking like some lone queen in empty towers
Dying. Blind with unrest I grow aware:
The pounding of broad wings drifts down the stair
And sates me like the heavy scent of flowers.

I lie upon my heart. My eyes like hands
Grip at the soggy pillow. Now the dawn
Tears from her wetted breast the splattered blouse
Of night; lead-eyed and moist she straggles o'er the lawn,
Between the curtains brooding stares and stands
Like some drenched swimmer -- Death's within the house!



actually i think the last bit is very strange. the exclamation mark, and capital letter.
it's almost funny (or is it just me).

damn it's so nice and cool!
(grin: as counterpoint to shoojee)

[huddles with pillow and hot chocolate]

and the pw interview is on! rejoice! =D

but accuradio isn't working. =( and i'm tired of the same things over and over again. i think i've played version 2.0 about 3 or 4 times over today. =(

enough already! have some consideration for the bilingual (as opposed to trilingual) among us. (altho in kel's case, maybe it's bilingual. =P) je ne comprends pas, parlez-vous anglais? that about sums up my knowledge of french. oh, and ou est la toilette? random french phrases, some not very polite. [cough] yes my french vocab has been expanding, and not in all the right directions too. grin.

people, if you see me online ask for metric's combat baby; it's so, so addictive. for the interested, they sound like the canadian/american answer to garbage, with a touch of the pinko-anarcho-political. (i just made that word up.)

my list of things to do today, i.e. hand up rolly and mel lim essay, still not actually in action.

aps, derrick- hmv...! i want metric, and postal service. and derrick, shooj, za, shane, pw interviewsssss. oh i'm really happy; because i realised last night that jiachuan's (a vj humanz friend) dad is a sociologist! and head of sociology at ntu no less, tres impressive. any other pw groups need an interview with a sociologist?

no one here wants to fight me like you do.