Saturday 31 May 2008

RAIN AND PAIN

Today's Answer
Saturday, May 31
Correct!
Here's Why:
The archaeologist “never stayed at any one site long enough to get bored.” Her life can be described as “nomadic” or characterized by moving from place to place.
Difficulty: Medium
Question Type: Sentence Completions
(Critical Reading)

The archaeologist is me.

"Gimme Some Salt"

Sally hit the pavement
Wineglass in her hand
Sally's rearrangement
I'll never understand
But little did I wonder
(little did I try)
her little bit of thunder
her little bit of lightning
(lightning)

Sucka sucka MC
Sing my favorite song
Sing it for the dancing
Sing it for somber one
Curious velocity
Brought me to a halt
Flatten me my baby
Gimmie some salt
Gimme some salt, gimme gimme gimme (x2)

She was always asking
Where's the nearest bar?
Pedal on the gas kid
Getting playing hard hard
I was in the kitchen
Cooking up a shark
Sally's out preparing
Witty remarks
Witty remarks witty remarks witty witty witty (x2)

because oxygen is a drug
21:06

Friday 30 May 2008

PRETEND

i'd like one of them pretty masquerade masks
unique and exquisite
one of every colour
one for each season

but i can't afford them
they're too expensive and too exquisite
far too nice and far too glam
for my face that seems to be disintegrating

so i walk with the pulsing crowd
feeling part of it
but still afraid of it
of who i am

so i like to pretend
so i play with my mind
and other peoples' too
and it makes me happy

but just for a while
just for a while
it saves me time
it saves me time

but i really only want one of them pretty masquerade masks
no reflection of who i am from any glass
no inkling of where i might've come from
just me and my pretty mask

but i can't afford one
no i can't afford one
so i play pretend
i play pretend.

because oxygen is a drug
01:04

Monday 26 May 2008

PENSIVO

I was thinking today, rather hard actually. I emphasize on the hard because I haven't been doing much thinking and I've been frying neurons with radiation and not-thinking-ness and unintellectual conversations with the microwave (no this part's just a joke, yes cue for you to laugh-at-screen). I watched a bit of 'The Great Debators'.
I didn't do much today, but I am dog-tired.

Anyway, back to the thinking. I thought hard and a lot today, particularly while on the seat, doing a #1 (too much information? much?).

And I reached this conclusion.

All Humans Are Sourdough.

(P.S IT'S MONDAY 12.46 AM BUT I REFER TO SUNDAY)

because oxygen is a drug
00:40

Sunday 11 May 2008

A DIRTY OLD HAG AT THE LAUNDROMAT

fucking old hag
she's got a kitten under her right armpit
but you don't listen cuz she's a cripple
and you put in yo' penny to start it up
but she's gone and you stare
at an empty spot that was once there
afraid to fill it
too afraid you'll kill it
like you did before
all over again
all over again

and the whistle blows
and you're young and sweating
and you're a nancy
a faggot twisting
in starched pants
and you recieve a blow
from whats-his-name jo
and they strip you naked
and you don't care
cuz it's happening
all over again
all over again

and a pistol sounds
a whistle blares
in your ear
you're going deaf
you're an old hag
an old hag
smoking a lit fag
and you're alone
all over again
all over again

raging war
bloody battles
clarion calls
silver pikes
medallions
oh is it over?
or is it still going on
your mama's not hugging you
maybe it's not over?
your head is bursting
all over again
all over again

cat's piss
smell of rotting bodies
a leaky faucet
a broken nose
a thousand arms
reaching out at you
bulbs flashing
too many voices
your head hurts
all over again
all over again

it's the end of the line
and you want to start over
and you're lying in the bed
a hospital
dirty old man
wheezing beside you
you pick up your crowbar
beat him
and he bleeds oh he bleeds
all over again
all over again

soft music
melancholic sounds
drifting through
someone's playing Paganini
oh how you love Paganini.
smells are wafting
wafting through the air
a baker's shop
your polished shoes
who are you now?
are you rich?
are you different?
is it finally happening?
''no you stupid fuck''
someone spits on your shoes
all over again
all over again

but now you drift
you're a frivolous youth
stuck in what feels like
the mundane school-life
but you're alone
and away from chatter
it's peaceful
but far too dreamy to be solid
you're sated
and you float
where are you now?
who are you?
i don't care
i don't care
because it's not happening anymore.

all over again.
no more.

[Maya's random insight of the day: I wish I could play the violin half as well as Tianwa Yeung or Ga Yeon Lee. I really could've if i had taken the violin seriously. I don't know what it is with it or me]

[OH AND I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT IN THE MAY ISSUE OF 'INDIA SE' IN THE TAROT CARD PREDICTION PAGE, I AM MIRA FROM DUBAI AND LAVANYA HAS 3 PERSONAS - LATIKA, ANITA AND VIMAL FROM SINGAPORE, DUBAI AND HONG KONG. AND SIDD R IS SHIV MURTHY FROM KL. AND LAURENCE FACUN FROM CANADA IS LENNOX FROM SINGAPORE. AND JECIL IS J. AND ADDY IS A. HAHAHA]

because oxygen is a drug
21:54

Saturday 10 May 2008

NO?

So it was a bright sunny day and I bump into 'The Overly Metrosexual Male'.

"Are you semi-gay?"

"Me? Why no, I'm not, what makes you say that?"

"Oh nothing. (The handbag and the MAC Make-up, one would think). So are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Semi-gay.."

"No but I'm a Demi-God and I like Ville Valo"

"...eww..." - *Momentary Silence*

"Oh look, Ice-Cream Man!" - *Runs Off Daintily*

HAHA. You're not SUPPOSED to get it. This is when I am psychotically 'artistic' and decide to play mind-games on everyone. There was a ''Diarhhoea" song I once knew, if only I could remember it.

Pssshawww. Lenny Kravitz smells like...turpentine.

- QUOTE: ''Sid-d....."Nah my bru'........" says:
i'd beat myself to death with my own genitals before i'd do that..''

Sid-d....."Nah my bru'........" says:
and thats not a very welcoming thought ... - (on smelling Lenny K).

Oh and Sidd R (not my brother) decided that the semi-literate Tarot-Card Reader Woman who predicted our future is a bogus scheming money-maker (not that they all aren't).

We reached this verdict:

Sid-d....."Nah my bru'........" says:
haha i've become even more skint broke since that prediction...
Sid-d....."Nah my bru'........" says:
i think she was on prozac
Maya Papaya Banana: Chrissy Pissy! says:
LMAO. i think you asked 'in the future'
Maya: Recommends 'Monkey Dust' and 'Robot Chicken' to the world :) says:
she's probably got bi-polar disorder
Maya: Recommends 'Monkey Dust' and 'Robot Chicken' to the world :) says:
and predicts stuff while on her prozac-high

SO YAY. you now have our intellectual insights. it IS 2.30am. So off I go beneath the duvet into my silky? land of slumber.

because oxygen is a drug
01:35

Monday 5 May 2008

FRIENDS

Yesterday's Goa Night was awesome, today's 'reunion' get-together-outing was awesome, and all because of my friends. Just knowing you have a bunch of close friends who're gonna be there with you forever, no matter which course of life we decide to follow or what decisions we make, makes such a great difference. We may be tributaries heading to join different seas or oceans, but we know we all have one thing in common, each other. I can't ever regret the fact that I went to GMSS, because I feel closer to them than I ever have felt to my friends at GIIS (minus Saad & Neha of course) and just knowing that we're close is what keeps us together. Even though I left GM in sec 3, I'm still as close to my friends there, almost as if I had never left. They're my family out of family.

I LOVE YOU GUYS FOREVER.
Magdalene
Adeline
Hang
Jonathan
YC
<3

AND Since Saad was there today, him too =)

And Addy and Neha.

Haha I feel so happy finally after what seems like a billion years today and even if this sounds corny to anyone, I am proud of it =)

because oxygen is a drug
00:19

Friday 2 May 2008

SUMMER SUNSHINE

In the heat of summer sunshine
I miss you like nobody else
In the heat of summer sunshine
I kiss you, and nobody needs to know

I'm getting better! (minus the chesty cough) - so YAY-nanza (you know, like BOnanza).

I have been doing good deeds. Soon people'll call me Mother Theresa II.

-yeah, the medicines've gone to her head.
anyhoots, run along i shall to read Bear and Johnny The Homicidal Maniac comics in the comfort of the corner of the room under the dim light while eating a rotten candy apple =D

meehee.

because oxygen is a drug
20:03

Thursday 1 May 2008

CAMPUCHIA

So returned I have to Singapore from Cambodia and I must say, Siem Riep is a place of wonders. Angkor Wat is Breath-taking, Bayon is Stunning and Angkor Thom and Banteay Srey are beautiful (Not to mention the Aromatherapy and Swedish massages I had). We walked so much and saw so much in those 4 days and then the day before we leave for Phnom Penh and the day I am looking forward to seeing the killing fields, I fall ill. So I stay in the hotel room in Phnom Penh. And I couldn't go to the Russian Market cuz I was dropped back at the hotel after lunch at 'the Foreign Correspondance Club' - I couldn't even TASTE my wood-fired pizza >(. Anyway then that night at around 11 my mum got all scared because she finally realised i was literally on fire and she called for an in-hotel doctor to come and he came around 40 minutes later and tested for dengue, cleared that and checked and said i had acute pharyngitis and a 41 degree fever so he injected me SLOWLY with 4 different Anti-Something's and within half an hour i began perspiring and my thumping headache subsided. the next day i felt much better but while landing i nearly died due to air pressure building up in my ears that hurt on account of my throat being infected. i am getting better now but i still feel all weak. but yeah yesterday was nice because someone came over with a bit of brownie and a mini plush monkey and himself to make my day. and to meet abby and kusho of course. but mostly me of course. of course.

I want my left ear to pop already!
Bah!

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because oxygen is a drug
11:27