Of dolls and faces

X: "Dolls are loved for their faces only. Do you buy dolls for what's inside? What's inside is cheap cotton that has no value."
Y: "Perhaps it is cheap cotton, but aren't all dolls made out of cheap cotton? The doll can never be a doll without the cotton within. It is the cotton that gives the doll shape and life. It is the cotton that fleshes out the doll. It is easy to treasure a face, and far harder to treasure the cotton within."
X: ":) ok justified."

Had a good time in genting/KL!
Results were shocking though.

Love Song for an Ocean

I wish i could be born with gills
to stay under your waves forever
The cool rush of the current
the silent hiss of the regulators
The eternal silence that echoes through the reefs
The gentle weightlessness of floating

You hold me gently to your womb
guiding me past the dangers and beauty
(for in beauty lies danger)
(and in danger lies beauty)
Floating in an endless void
(nothing is endless)
(aquae aeturnium)

You show me the wonders
The natural partnerships
the harmony of life
That living creatures big and small
live peacefully
under the waves pelagic.
Shimmering turqoise, Glowing greens, brillian blues

The stings of the anemone lay beneath me
shepherded jealously by the numerous nemos
The walls of staghorns expand as far as the eye can see
pierced by brains here and there
in the midst lie little urchins
(please sir may i have some food?)
Their deep blue eyes staring at me
Their long deadly nails waving in the current
piercing unwary visitors such as i.

A happy life it would be
to stay under your waves forever.
Alas i was not born with gills
and i await our next reunion.

Events

Just came back from Phantom of the Opera. Fantastic show. Its nice once in a while to catch a musical, really something out of the ordinary. The sets were fantastic, the music thunderous, the action well paced. Individual actors did well, but there were certain problems with sound balance and enunciation. I never realised how hard it is to hear sopranos sing till now.

And to my dear Alvy that came all the way to Esplanade after her meeting to find me, thank you so much darling. I'm going to miss you so much over the next 3 days in Tioman. I'll take care of myself for you so that i'll come back safe and sound ok?

28 Dollars Later

Good day today!
Drunk list -
Zombie
Midori Splice
Sex on the Beach
Stella Artois
Passion Martini
Morning Dew
Gin and Sin
and a few sips of a Blue Motorcycle

The world is spinning and feels light, like a feather weighing a tonne bowling ball revolving around an axle, falling ever slowly into a downward spin.

Watched 28 Weeks Later with the guys. 28 dollars later, we realised that they copied several scenes from 28 days later. Not a bad movie. We went on to watch Priceless. Audrey Tatou in that movie *IS* priceless. More of a fashion parade for her than anything else. If anything its a how-not-to find a girl. But interesting nonetheless. I downed the 7 sins over the course of the first 2 hours of the movie. The Blue Motorcycle is still sitting downstairs, chugging its evil horn, tempting me to bouts of vomiting and the agonies of a drastic hangover. But i shall resist. My dear is clubbing without me today. Lets hope that guys (in general, who we all know are bastards) will not act like bastards and actually leave her in peace for once. Failing that it's gonna be a 4am call to give her a lift from zouk again. (hopefully not dead drunk). Do i have such faith in common man? No. I say again? No. People are assholes. Im staying dry for now in the event that i need to be the midnight chaueffeur for my darling later. She's all sweet and a little naive. Hopefully she learns after a while. I think im not going to be able to sleep again. Sigh. This ALWAYS affects me more than i should let it. Not that i don't trust her. I just don't trust humanity in general. Call it the cynical side of being alive for too long.

Whatever. Im drunk like a skunk and i should be fed straight to bed. Even my rhymes are out of time and my sound can't be found. Let's see if my overactive and paranoid imagination lets me rest peacefully tonight.
-Edit-
I think im worrying too much. Goodnight all.

And so the Buddha said:

The body is like a lump of foam.
Feelings are like bubbles.
Perceptions are like a mirage.
Mental formations like a plaintain trunk,
and consciousness like a magic trick.

Stage 2

The honeymoon is over
the times of professed love is done
The eternal clingyness
The silent stares of adoration
The constant reassurance
Is gone.

But the love still remains.

Persevere

There's a light at the end of the tunnel
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
the tunnel might
be blacker than night
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light!

Woah, Led Zeppelin is fantastic.
Im sitting here waiting for dear to wake up, to go out with her.
I've been reading through my earlier entries - Its rather interesting. =)

I got a strange feeling my world is going to be turned upside down sometime soon. Im praying for it not to happen. But if it does was it meant to be in the first place? Were the obstacles too great to surmount? Was it flawed from conception?
This post is truly a melancholic musing.
And it frightens me that i could care so much.

If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Is there pride in a job well done, in working your guts out for an objective, in doing the best that you can do, in all that you do?

I hope so.

Dire Straits

You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you dont see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town

You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene
Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys theyre fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It aint what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans of swing

575

Strong wind blows stray leaf
Flitter over stormy seas
Through the summer rain

Leaf tremble, branch breaks
Leaf falls and caught by warm grasp
Held in close embrace.

Time passes time moves
Leaf grows in spirit and soul
Leaf by water healed.

Water by nature
Does not provide as much food
as does a leaf branch.

Just a smartass with
mom's car, NUS degree and
a bright future. fuck.