no, i’m not dead yet but my stomach will soon be.

mood : fishy, if its possible
music : Follow Me – Uncle Kracker

“..swim through your veins like a fish in the sea.”

Ingenius, isn’t it. Just how imaginative can you get! Thank goodness for fishes and all other queer things people sing about. Take Regina Spektor for example, she makes so many of those artists you see on television look lyrically limited.

Oh, speaking of words. I checked the word ‘mulligan’ out. Apparently, its some kind of stew, or golf shot. And there I was, thinking I could use this word in my essays. Oh, the wonders of Mother’s Magic Mulligan! (There goes alliteration, for you.)

I finished watching Stairway to Heaven. During the final few episodes, I cried about like ten thousand times. As if my eyes weren’t big enough, yet alone swollen. I tell you, Kleenex owes big time to all these heartkilling wrenching Korean Dramas. But it made me think alot.

I shan’t bore you with my thoughts just to accomodate my intrapersonal demands. After all, its called ‘intra’ for a reason. I think I am going to start on a new story. I NEED INSPIRATION! And mulligan is not helping.

i’ll take you down, the only road i’ve been down

mood : sorrowful

music : Bittersweet Symphony – The Verve

Now, who would have ever thought that the name of last year’s St Lukes concert was actually a rock song in ‘97 (which, come to think about it, is not that long ago) with spiffy Moby-like riffs. (And no, I’m not sorrowful as in bawling my eyes out sorrowful, just a bit disappointed/ but then again, oh who really cares)

I just deleted two entire paragraphs of substance. Decided better not to post it. I shall have to wait until I settle some issues. Meanwhile, aptness takes its rightful place.

The Song Of A Woodcutter’s Son

(I stare into the spaces,
created by things unwanted and them alone.
Like the milk ,where those loops Father bought,
float in, quietly stirring like the times
when clouds are broken.)

Trying to say, isn’t it alright
for you and me to run across the skies
till we break our legs but not our hearts.

Yea, we could have met by the sea and have
a really good time drawing forests in the sands
and fighting the moon while we stole its stars
Oh we’ll try hard to make it alright
to make it, we don’t need perfect,
but just alright.

And that was all we wanted,
but we got tragedy in return.

Read into the lines, I assure you my brain does not only produce fluffed ramblings. Oh yes, Korean dramas could be considered detrimental to one’s health, if only they weren’t so disgustingly good and addictive.

wait for me, wait for me.

mood : calm
music : I Want You – Rachael Yamagata

Moth

I woke up to an ultraviolet morning,
and found myself completely wrapped in thread,
so hard, that I could hardly breathe.

And struggle, is the whole point of it
because without it, we will not ever be strong
the way our grandfathers were before us.

Oh, the igonominy of endless falls
down and deeper into the black hole where
the people’s sardonic laughter resound, just like
the old days of my rapt desire for you.

(But – though despised in many eyes,
Moths still can fly.)

no, i am not emo.

mood : agitated
music : Call Me When You’re Sober – Evanescence

Now that I think of it, The Panda is right. My dreams are relatively disturbing. And if perhaps they somehow are premonitions, then the world will be in great peril. Then again, I don’t think me becoming Tom Cruise and getting beheaded will ever happen so.

I feel rather blank and uninspired. Signs of ageing, oh the banality of my existence! Prelims have only been over for less than two days and my parents have decided that today I should return to the land of many wonders. Delibrately wonderful, isn’t it. I am starting to feel extremely weary of studying but I guess everyone (as my parents put it) is too. Oh, they also mentioned with such gracious smiles on their faces that the rest of my life will be built upon more, and more, and more exams.

Hooray for that! We get to burn more carbs, writing hand in continuous motion. I think I shall go for a run to the petrol station to get more rice dumplings to clear my thoughts. Meanwhile, my sister actually believes she’s better than me at neopets. I congratulate her and its complete rubbish, i say.