The Stone.

Went to carl junior's today. Don't really know why anyone would be interested to my trip there anyways...Unless you're a carl's junior surveyer. Or the Army's obese unit. Gah. Well anyways, met darren for the first time in eons.Had the best time talking the proverbial cock. My sis got me new Mp3 player for some reason. I don't know either. It's called the stone. Zen thingy. Should be called the pebble though. It's small and fits in the palm of your hand. Really teensy like. And it's shiny. That's the best part. They could do better advertising though.

Early Man thought that
Music comes from sticks and rocks.
But is came from Stone.

There. A nice way to market it doncha think?

Now we wait

Never was a fan of waiting. But i guess it's a skill that we all need to learn. Waiting gives you time to think, and thinking might lead your mind places you don't want to go. Or places you don't ever want to leave. Nothing really changes does it? Nor does it stay the same. Funny thing, life.

Upwelling

Pain
So crude a word,
So apt.
That soft, silent bubble,
That expands within the chest,
Pushing away all other emotions
And creating the cursed upsurge of tears

Pain,
Crude it will remain

The retreating of a Waterfall
Of feelings gone that come,
Not in the little bits that reality fed me
Not like those tiny shocks that,
Realisation,
My soul was alive.
But as a whole, mangled wreckage.

But the beauty of it,
The fermentation of old old emotions
And now the sip
Of the potent draught
And the hallucination breaks

Mistakes! Mistakes!
And then regret,
Tears for the could have
Anger for the should
Hope, now
Strength,
For the Will (to) Be.

-Paul Victor


Dedicated to my brethren of 41B, Each with lips, capable of kissing scars.My apologies to Mr Sam la Rose.

Hoist Our Colors!

The morning after. I decide how to wake up i guess. Does waking up on the wrong side of the bed really mean anything? I guess it's a psychological comfort thing. Like how some people need a blankey. Or their lucky chainmail gauntlet or whatever. I guess you associate feeling in the morning as to which part of the bed you get up from. Maybe you subconsciously remember, and it has an impact on you all day. Are we just living the superstitions that we,ourselves make?

But i love those times in the morining. when you just wake up, and the world smells of Amortentia(Ref: Halfblood prince, harry potter and) and all your brain is in a pink bubble full of warmth and comfort. Then the world, like a really great pin, has to come and pop it. And you get out of bed. To live the life set out for you for the day. A guess, for the sad, competant people of singapore, it's nothing much. Yes, studies have shown we are a sad, competant people. Can there be anything worse? It's like getting stuck in a cycle of sadness, where by hereditory instinct, you're the best damn worker around. I hope the authorities are happy. Speaking of which, it's national day. Am getting afraid of the girlfriend's patriotism. She attempeted to stab me with a flag when i complimented a certain neighbouring country. Okay... My life is weird. But that's how i like it. It makes things interesting.

Remember the good people,forget the bad,possibly the jackhammer to get us out of the rut of sad competancy.

Have fun.

Catharsis

The purging.And now i wonder if ever i should slip back into the old old tiresome habit of updating this blog with blog posts. Well, i think i should. Get a few links up, and hey, maybe i'll be back in that old spotlight that my older blog had. Maybe i should, i've got a little extra time on my hands now. Free as a bird, and twice as free in the bowels. Indeed, after this ordeal, my i feel purged. Though if you ask me, authority figures could be a LITTLE more professional in their work.Hey, we're the one paying you yeah? I would not like to be explicit, but the webster has taught me that sycophants exist. Always the little peter pettigrew clinging to the hem of the greater one. And always, always, the abuse of power, no matter how small the sphere. Some people make the world a better place, others just don't. I still believe in the noble savage.
Thank you my dearest class, Be nice to your teacher. Up to you decide which.

:3