miscellany.and other schtuff.

schnational day
how many ways can you say Organised Exploitation of Visual Images and Literature for the Cultivation of Instant Patriotism? only one if you ask organisers of the NDP [or aNnual Drowse Party]. too many people celebrate thirty-nine years of social greenhousing and too little remember the fifty-ninth year since nuclear arms were unleashed on us.

school [say shkool]
same old. lost lit notes. resort to whimsy to keep afloat, like thus,



the mayday club sans jie ming, gek cher and hon lyn.

schistory
more than two weeks since xian liang passed away. what do you say in the memory of a former friend, when you have already been referring to him in the past tense even when he was around? something tells me that i don't want to just let him go. for lost youth, for a void in the future, there must be a lesson to be learnt from him, just so he lives on. i dreamt of him last night, spry and agile, so at ease with the physical world. except this time he took a life instead of losing his. now, i remember. the only time i knew him was on a bus back in sec 1 back in new zealand. for that one moment he unfolded himself, i saw him like an open book through that one sentence. but now his chapter is closed on us. then, i couldnt find the right words. and i still cant. maybe i owe it to him to say it out. just maybe.

schome
two things. one. very glad i painted the door red and the walls blue. especially after aziah and dharma's visit. behind a door painted a strong red i feel secure, against walls painted a reserved blue i feel protected. im already one step closer to moving away - very sure now that i can live alone. in fact, take my cousin out of the picture and i already do. two. waiting, waiting, for the whole weekend and theres no one here. also realise that water, music and the books from the kino splurge arent really a lot worse than the sun and water outside.