Friday, November 23, 2007
i am a very lucky kid haha.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
about a zombie
still a pearly white,
bared, and i gain sight
dilation i feel
as i observe how
they are perfectly tilted
perfectly jutting perfectly
misplaced to asymmetry
as if God himself reached down
to destroy His creation
so the beautiful imperfection shines
with a sparkle
from profile, that familiar
no
exact angle of pout
is registered, eyeshadows
two brown sparkling rings circle those small eyes
you are a beautiful oriental maid
haha piazolla's street tango..
makes you wanna dance tango in the streets with ur mp3 plugged in. seriously. (:
Monday, November 12, 2007
just so no one is mistaken, this post is NOT about anybody. it is not about a person. it is about a thing.
dai·sy /dey-zee/
–noun, plural -sies. 1. any of various composite plants the flowers of which have a yellow disk and white rays, as the English daisy and the oxeye daisy.
2. Also called daisy ham. a small section of pork shoulder, usually smoked, boned, and weighing from two to four pounds. Compare picnic (def. 3).
3. Slang. someone or something of first-rate quality: That new car is a daisy.
4. a cheddar cheese of cylindrical shape, weighing about 20 pounds.
—Idiom 5. push up daisies, Informal. to be dead and buried.
have i forgotten what i've fondly learnt and embraced last year?
daisy, the green light ever shimmering beyond the shore, is the manifestation of a cold hard truth. gatsby did everything and more; from changing his person wholly, trying to buy his way - on a daily basis - into a society that will never accept him, to eventually just baring his pure, innocent, yet stupid heart, and waiting around like a heartbroken crestfallen tramp. and of course not to forget giving up his life too (but what is that compared to his heart huh?). gatsby, albeit great, of course, is not our focus here (the corruption of the american dream will hopefully not be discussed sometime next year).
he is just a stupid person. as we have brought up, time and again, daisy is the green light across the shore. and this mystically attractive glow that shimmers in the distance, well, stays at a constant distance. it is Literally unattainable. and of course, once you get there, the green light loses its mystical shimmer, loses its mystical glow, loses its. mysticality. its specialness. on the many levels this is read - material, spiritual, conceptual, and idealistical - this is true. so do we not have what we all want in life, because we can never get it? or because if we get it, it no longer is special to us (not for long anyway), no longer holds something we want? does gatsby give up because he can never have daisy? or does he upkeep his constant pursuit of the unattainable green light, so that it will never lose its wondrous specialness?
neither, gatsby dies.
haha if only i quote. if only i quote in my blog entries. then i'd submit them to ms johnson and earn my right to take lit next year. will my estranged friend who does no poetic justice to me with his econs mind (this is not a bad thing! srs! (: ), you are right, how have we all tranformed in these two years under lit. yes, we would not be the same person we are today if we had taken geography or history. yes, we will not get this anywhere else. how we have all transformed under lit!
but will, are we all not arthur miller's common man? do we all not, then, have the common flaw? perhaps a tragic flaw? i would like to see myself as a tragic hero (i am not too full of myself - is a tragic hero much to be envied?), with a tragic flaw, and a tragic realization of some sort. because if i weren't some sort of a tragic hero - to explain all of this - my life would be, well, sad. i have to work hard to improve guitar.
I HAVE TO WORK HARD TO IMPROVE GUITAR.
of all the people who complain that i dont spend enough time with them, i realise there's one person i really dont, and he is alarmingly tacet. that's myself.
on a much lighter note, i keep forgetting to blog about it, but during grad ceremony mr low june meng (who is nice and gave us very high for re presentation) said that life is like a game of poker, its not about what cards we are dealt, its how we play it. i totally agree with him, and after class chalet (moose chalet la) i felt even more strongly about it. i think life is like a game of extreme cheat (xD), its not about what cards we are dealt, its really about how we play it. and where's the fun when you dont cheat? (:
dai·sy /dey-zee/
–noun, plural -sies. 1. any of various composite plants the flowers of which have a yellow disk and white rays, as the English daisy and the oxeye daisy.
2. Also called daisy ham. a small section of pork shoulder, usually smoked, boned, and weighing from two to four pounds. Compare picnic (def. 3).
3. Slang. someone or something of first-rate quality: That new car is a daisy.
4. a cheddar cheese of cylindrical shape, weighing about 20 pounds.
—Idiom 5. push up daisies, Informal. to be dead and buried.
have i forgotten what i've fondly learnt and embraced last year?
daisy, the green light ever shimmering beyond the shore, is the manifestation of a cold hard truth. gatsby did everything and more; from changing his person wholly, trying to buy his way - on a daily basis - into a society that will never accept him, to eventually just baring his pure, innocent, yet stupid heart, and waiting around like a heartbroken crestfallen tramp. and of course not to forget giving up his life too (but what is that compared to his heart huh?). gatsby, albeit great, of course, is not our focus here (the corruption of the american dream will hopefully not be discussed sometime next year).
he is just a stupid person. as we have brought up, time and again, daisy is the green light across the shore. and this mystically attractive glow that shimmers in the distance, well, stays at a constant distance. it is Literally unattainable. and of course, once you get there, the green light loses its mystical shimmer, loses its mystical glow, loses its. mysticality. its specialness. on the many levels this is read - material, spiritual, conceptual, and idealistical - this is true. so do we not have what we all want in life, because we can never get it? or because if we get it, it no longer is special to us (not for long anyway), no longer holds something we want? does gatsby give up because he can never have daisy? or does he upkeep his constant pursuit of the unattainable green light, so that it will never lose its wondrous specialness?
neither, gatsby dies.
haha if only i quote. if only i quote in my blog entries. then i'd submit them to ms johnson and earn my right to take lit next year. will my estranged friend who does no poetic justice to me with his econs mind (this is not a bad thing! srs! (: ), you are right, how have we all tranformed in these two years under lit. yes, we would not be the same person we are today if we had taken geography or history. yes, we will not get this anywhere else. how we have all transformed under lit!
but will, are we all not arthur miller's common man? do we all not, then, have the common flaw? perhaps a tragic flaw? i would like to see myself as a tragic hero (i am not too full of myself - is a tragic hero much to be envied?), with a tragic flaw, and a tragic realization of some sort. because if i weren't some sort of a tragic hero - to explain all of this - my life would be, well, sad. i have to work hard to improve guitar.
I HAVE TO WORK HARD TO IMPROVE GUITAR.
of all the people who complain that i dont spend enough time with them, i realise there's one person i really dont, and he is alarmingly tacet. that's myself.
on a much lighter note, i keep forgetting to blog about it, but during grad ceremony mr low june meng (who is nice and gave us very high for re presentation) said that life is like a game of poker, its not about what cards we are dealt, its how we play it. i totally agree with him, and after class chalet (moose chalet la) i felt even more strongly about it. i think life is like a game of extreme cheat (xD), its not about what cards we are dealt, its really about how we play it. and where's the fun when you dont cheat? (:
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
proclamation: a restrain
clasp a hand over an eager mouth
and pull back an itchy finger
that kid must think he is a hero
brandishing that crucifix
and warding away that monster
saving that smile from the evil clutches of the fiend.
but alas, no acknowledgment
the damsel snaps his jaws back
no sentiment no lingering taste
the cold cut trio.
for i am the abomination
and now to work lily's magick
saving a soul brings no gratitude
yet you do it, on your name
begone, myself, let live and die.
leaving you alone
i've set him free of me
start being happy
and that monster shall have surfaced for the last time
you are safe.
clasp a hand over an eager mouth
and pull back an itchy finger
that kid must think he is a hero
brandishing that crucifix
and warding away that monster
saving that smile from the evil clutches of the fiend.
but alas, no acknowledgment
the damsel snaps his jaws back
no sentiment no lingering taste
the cold cut trio.
for i am the abomination
and now to work lily's magick
saving a soul brings no gratitude
yet you do it, on your name
begone, myself, let live and die.
leaving you alone
i've set him free of me
start being happy
and that monster shall have surfaced for the last time
you are safe.
today i had a few interesting nicks haha
i am jack's seething sorrow.
i am jack's testosterone.
jack's INDIFFERENCE.
jack's punished liver.
jack's deranged laughter.
and my pm is 4P is ae po yong. lol.
i realise got ppl read my blog one gasp :o haha.. thnx for reading haha.
anw i guess she didnt like the samba she advocated. and i cant get my bossa right. dammit haha my bossa in re. -.-
i am jack's seething sorrow.
i am jack's testosterone.
jack's INDIFFERENCE.
jack's punished liver.
jack's deranged laughter.
and my pm is 4P is ae po yong. lol.
i realise got ppl read my blog one gasp :o haha.. thnx for reading haha.
anw i guess she didnt like the samba she advocated. and i cant get my bossa right. dammit haha my bossa in re. -.-
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
pissed. this sounds so emo fag but its me against the world, and i've never felt so alone before. damn pissed.
on a side note i finally realise why people take drugs.
on a side note i finally realise why people take drugs.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
daisy daisy
daisy is a green light
daisy is the green card
daisy is tj eckleburgs eyes
daisy is the wasteland sand dunes spread
like mayonaise over bred
daisy is the sun of san sebastian
daisy is the corrupted american dream
daisy is white
and glowy
no
daisy is green and glowy
daisy is a glowing green light
the corrupted dream
not have
reach
daisy
's got the mercedes ben d z
daisy daisy is
daisy is a car accident
a bullet wound in my head
daisy is as i lay dead in a pool
daisy is
daisy can
daisy can never be
huh?
daisy is a green light
daisy is the green card
daisy is tj eckleburgs eyes
daisy is the wasteland sand dunes spread
like mayonaise over bred
daisy is the sun of san sebastian
daisy is the corrupted american dream
daisy is white
and glowy
no
daisy is green and glowy
daisy is a glowing green light
the corrupted dream
not have
reach
daisy
's got the mercedes ben d z
daisy daisy is
daisy is a car accident
a bullet wound in my head
daisy is as i lay dead in a pool
daisy is
daisy can
daisy can never be
huh?