foreword

And so I admit – I’m lyrically crippled.

Words
Strangle my thoughts
Eat up my brain
Get caught in my throat

Was the usual bored on a sunday afternoon (or rather the entire day), so I surfed around and found some pretty cool stuff.

[edit]Okay I just found out that Shirlyn Tan‘s debut album is out! How slow can I get. I’m gonna stick two $10 notes in my wallet and go check it out, then decide if I’m willing to spend the money on it. (I probably will). I’m not a big fan or anything, but it’s nice to know that I’ve heard most or even all of the songs on the album before. Hahaha. It took me a while to start liking them though! Yep. Check out her site. [/edit]

Bones Throw Light on Lisbon Quake – They found a mass grave in Lisbon, Portugal. 3000 bodies. It’s really fascinating, the evidence they found. Go take a read. Don’t you just love archaeological excavations.

Earth-like Planet Found – This one’s old news, but I didn’t really read the details of it till today. Quite cool ah. If the planet is deemed inhabitable, I’ll bet half of it’ll be used to extract raw materials from, and the other half’ll be a holiday resort. That’s what people with money can do.

And lastly, here’s two of the many various positions that Rocky wakes up in. I coincidentally took them on consecutive days, found it amusing, and decided to put it up. Hahaha. :D

And that’s all, folks. For now.

I’m in the mood for drinks, tonight. It’s nice to go on a subconscious vacation once in a while. You take your mind off things when your mind takes off. All aboard? Let’s fly. Where to, sir? Would you like to drown yourself in the thick canopies of vast forests, or get lost in the heavy darkness of the hadopelagic? You might find the body of Aegeus down there; would he still be weeping even as he is far into death? – or is he simply dead, just like the rest of them?

Death is a fascinating topic. It’s like dreams. Fascinating because we don’t know. What we cannot split up into formulas, strict definitions, remove the question marks from, we are mystified by. It’s quite a waste, really, considering the people of centuries ago lived all their lives with question marks about things which we now think of as fullstops. Periods – that little dot we all know, perfectly round. Perfect knowledge. Singapore is a little red dot, but we aren’t round. We haven’t got enough sand to be round. And I guess we never will be, with that big sign saying ‘no sand allowed’. What of Sentosa? Just another Singaporean beach, in time to come. No more new (smooth) sand.

Seaweed, anyone? Maybe a wooden plank or two, and a stonefish for effect.

Build a wooden hut in the abyss, you wouldn’t. Your effort will ultimately go to waste, really. Wood rots, you cannot go all the way back to land to replace parts, to fix it. You leave it and hope for the best. The pressures encompassing it will be so great, it will collapse. What will you do when all that water comes rushing in, what will you do? Or rather – what can you do?

Nope, no drinks tonight. Just another load of rubbish.

I was walking alone on the path along St Andrew’s Cathedral towards City Hall MRT station. It was totally quiet. As in no one was speaking within my range of hearing. Only the sound of traffic permeated through my eardrums – there was this sense of peacefulness surrounding me.

It felt nice.

It’s Sunday today and I’ll be in school in 9 hours. For 9 hours, at least.

That doesn’t feel nice.

I cannot even begin to describe – her. How does one start when one can barely believe; the intensity of her stare/the mildness of her smile; that scent that has become so familiar over just a few months, yet bringing a brand new experience every time one breathes in; that one didn’t even begin to fathom the now four months ago, and cannot fathom the now being the same as four months ago; that one was holding her hand just about an hour before, fingers loosely entwined, ring over tinted ring – unafraid of the world;

Like magic.

This is pretty long overdue. But whatever. Here it is:

According to Choonie, I AM ATEEN HAHAHAHAHA.

Yepp. You guessed it. LEGAL. Yesterday I showed my ID to buy drinks for me and Henny heheheheh. But well, let’s talk about the DAY i turned ATEEN, shall we?

In a nutshell, it was awesome. The rain may have changed the original plan, but it was still great! :D What was supposed to be a dinner with a certain someone became a dinner with lots of people! (plus other surprising pleasantries + torture, if I may add) And then I had to play a ‘treasure hunt’ thing which was more of a ‘hunt for friends’ kind of thing. So with every station I went to it was like ‘oh my! what a coincidence! how come you’re here too??’, sort of. (They made me put on some weird piece of clothing -_-) Anyway. It was great, really. Dinner was great too! Salmon at Sakae on one long table, hoho. Not to mention CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKE. Mmm. mmm. mmmm. Oh and with wax on it, too. Haha!
What a long paragraph. Okay here’s my thanks:

We didn’t take a picture with the CJ people! But anyway THANKS haowen (that’s her picture) jael lace jacklyn daniel sean! Was really surprising to find you guys there! And sorry for the melting candles hahahaha. Oh and THANKS FOR THE SHOES!
Then there’s the 412 kids :D

I don’t have a picture of shisi so here’s a picture from another birthday hahahaha. Cel was here for a bit too!

Thanks guys! Especially Choonie and Henny who did quite a bit of planning! :D:D

Oh and of course, not forgetting a certain someone who was the mastermind of the evening/night. :):):)

Yea, so. Awesome it was. But back to the point:

I’M ATEEN HAHAHAHAAHHHA.

I feel stoned. Hungover. No, no alcohol. I think my mind’s just too filled with mucus. (sniffs hard)

We get friday off school this week. That’s why it’s called Good Friday. Cause no school that Friday. How cool is that. At least they had the sense to call it Good Friday, not like… No School Dammit Cannot Torture The Kids Friday or something. What will I be doing on this particular Friday That Is A Good Day, though? Sleeping in, definitely. Sleeping, indefinitely? Arab Street with Shisi, maybe. Jam in the evening, belting out some pretty emo songs I barely know.

Some guy with the nick Steel Vaginas just signed in.

Yea. So my Good Friday will be spent well and Goodlily. Normal stuff, but if they go well (and I get enough sleep) it’s a Good Friday. Although I won’t be seeing a particular someone. But that’s okay. Cause if I did then they’d have to rename it Great Friday. And I wouldn’t want them to do that, it’d be a lot of trouble. Calendars around the world would have to be reprinted. We have to be considerate sometimes.

Do people go ‘Have a Great Good Friday!’, I wonder? Is that better than a Great Friday? Great + Good would be greater than Great, right? However a Great Good Friday may just be a small elevation from the level of Good Friday, while a Great Friday could be a whole new step up. Which do you think is?

Is what?

Why do we call our Grannies’ Moms Great-Grandmothers instead of Great Goodmother. ‘Good ‘morrow, sir.’ Why not ‘Great ‘morrow’? Why do you wish people Good Luck and not Great Luck? Don’t you want to give them as much luck as possible? All the Luck in the World. The Great one. The Good one. Now those two have a pretty obvious distinction. Maybe that’s how all the different fixed choices of Good and Great came about.

Rubbish, all these. Great rubbish? Or just Good Rubbish? Ah, who cares. Let’s just call it Grubbish.