Another Poem? - Alone

The colour in your paling face drains onto the cold, marble floor

Slow lines of age crawl onto your face, quick as a sudden crack

In glass. Forgotten dreams and unanswered prayers collect upon

Your paper-like cheeks, like dust on a book pleading to be read.

The whisper poised upon your lips has died waiting to be heard.

As your eyes feel the bitter sting of impending tears, your hands,

Disheveled and calloused, wished that they too were able to cry.

As the world passes by in a hurried flutter of broken wings, they

Pay no attention to the forlorn figure in the quiet corner of the room.

"Won't anyone notice?" you ask of them. 

A cold, deafening silence is their reply.

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Beginning to find that my words begin to flow onto the paper (or computer screen) more fluidly and smoothly. Not good enough, at least not as good as I want it to be but it is, nonetheless, an encouraging, tiny-little-step-in-the-right-direction kinda thing. I hope u liked it. 

Childhood

My childhood is stranded on the edge of memory

Time has stolen yet another of our precious belongings

I remember once the sweet sounds of children's laughter

As they enjoyed their precious time at the playground

I remember once how when we used to gather together

It was to celebrate something happy; the ecstatic singing

Of a birthday song, the impatient tension as the cake was cut

It's different now. I stare out through the window pane and

I see a playground set against a mushroom cloud, devoid of children

Haunted by shadows, filled with laughter but of a different kind

My eyes shy away from monochrome as I look at the world

I can never relive the joys of my childhood. I can never quite

Feel the same happiness as was before. Cold hands callously

Document the episodes of my previous life upon fragile glass

In a desperate attempt to them from the cruel tragedy of time

I know the glass will easily shatter, yet it offers better protection

Than I could ever wish for, if I still maintain the capacity to wish

But soon, my childhood will be but meaningless, inadequate words

Which fail to capture its very essence

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A change of pace might be nice. I just decided to write a random poem as a break from all this analysis. Is it good? Maybe. But I dont think its good enough. It doesnt quite hit the mark of the poem i want it to be. The language is acceptable. I havent said much about my life recently, so Ill just get you up to speed. There was a a 1-day drama workshop on Friday. You are now up to speed. OMG haha drama was so fun, but that will be the topic of another day. 

ttyl

Violet Hill by Coldplay

Hey guys! In a once again continuous theme of song analyses cuz i have like nothing better to blog about and I find finding profound and deep meanings in things fun (cuz I feel pro :p), I have decided to analyze 2 REALLY GOOD SONGS FOR ANALYSIS. I mean, if u look at the lyrics, u will realize that there's a lot of symbolism in the songs, and a certain poetry to them. So, I will try my best to do justice to the songs and analyze them well XD I will be using a different format from my previous analyses (or failed attempts at, cuz i think theyre good at getting the meanings but very very disorganized), I will do line by line analysis in the actually lyrics itself (lyrics are bold, comments in brackets), then followed by a general overview of the song itself, so uh, here we go? O.o 

It was a long and dark December (long, dark winters; despair)
From the rooftops I remember 
There was snow, white snow (apart from being constant with the winter thing going on, this is also a symbolism for 2 things, one being faith, hope and purity, the other being a thing which blinds you)

Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching (note the interesting position of these observers. the narrator is at the rooftops yet someone is higher than them. possibly suggests God or angels in heaven)
While we froze down below (We can link this with the refrain, 'if you love me, won't you let me know?', in which God says that he loves everyone but yet the world is such a terrible place, rife with corruption and evil)

When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show (a comment on the state of the world right now where leaders talk a lot to impress the crowd yet do nothing. they are merely for show and if they try to do something, they end up doing  something wrong)
You'd better lie low

If you love me, won't you let me know? (in the bible, God says that he loves everyone. yet there is no evidence to 'prove' this. the narrator is pleading to God to show him that his faith is worth something)

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals (the world has lost its faith and turned into a gigantic, consumerist and materialistic society. they worship money)
And a fox became God (a reference to Fox news, a symbolism for how everyone believes everything they hear without questioning it) 

Priests clutched onto bibles 
Hollowed out to fit their rifles (when they hollow out their bibles, it can be taken to mean that they remove it of all meaning and that it is just for show. they hide their rifles in the bible, to make people believe that what they are doing is right)
And the cross held aloft (they 'fight' in the name of God, who advocates peace. it is a possible reference to the Crusades.)
Bury me in armour
When I'm dead and hit the ground
A love back home, it unfolds (his faith eventually perseveres)
And if you love me, won't you let me know?

I don't want to be a soldier (there are many interpretations to this: we could say that he wants to be able to have his own opinion and not be bossed around, or if we consider the next line, that he wants to follow someone who is more capable)
With the captain of some sinking ship
With snow, far below.
So if you love me, why d'you let me go? (again, he feels betrayed that he is made to suffer even if God loves him)

I took my love down to violet hill (he took his faith down to Violet Hill; a possible symbolism for a sleepy place, violet usually associated with calm and lackadaisicality. the people are sleeping and need to wake up)   
There we sat in snow (they sat, blinded by a veneer people use to hide their true intentions)
All that time she was silent still
So if you love me, won't you let me know?
If you love me, won't you let me know?

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The song generally uses repetition and beautiful symbolism to attempt to call the world awake; to ask them to see the world as it is, that its not perfect but rife with troubles. AIDS and HIV are still rampant. Corrupt leaders and leaders who aren't corrupt but do nothing exist and the honest politician is an endangered species. The people are bombarded with random noise and fuzzy messages by the mass media and they are unable to analyze it and take it word for word. For example, I saw an advertisement once about a McCormick seasoning packet. On the left, it said "Has plenty of antioxidants". On the right, it said "1/2 tablespoon of seasoning is equal to 3 cups of spinach". At first sight, they will say "OMG, so little is already = to 3 cups of spinach?! BUY BUY BUY!!!" and they buy it. but if you pay attention, you will realize that the seasoning is only equal to 3 cups of spinach in the antioxidant amount and not in other ways.

I like the song XD and i like the imagery, 'specially the part where he says that he is on the rooftops, yet someone is looking at him from the windows. very beautiful imagery and creative use of propositions (or whatever that word is >.<)

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Alright, this is gonna my 2nd last analysis for a long time. I will do an analysis on another song tmr. Equally beautiful and sweet with its usage of symbolism. The song's gonna be Dustland Fairytale by The Killers. If u want, u can listen to it first and form ur own opinions on the meaning of the song before reading mine (:

ttyl

A Dustland Fairytale

I <3 this song. So much symbolism and the tune is catchy

Are we human or are we dancers?

"America is raising a generation of dancers."

-Hunter S. Thompson

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancers?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye, wish me well
You've gotta let me go

Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancers?

Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

You've gotta let me know
Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancers?

Are we human or are we dancers?
Are we human or are we dancers?


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Are we human or are we dancers? An interesting question reiterated throughout the song. Really, the song is a semi-satire of the obedient, soul-dead, conformist members of society, and partially a philosophical query into the meaning of being human. 


The dancer is a symbolism for both being an unthinking person who puts on a show to gain the acceptance of others and as a person who relies the beat of the music or the choreography of someone else to make a move. It is a statement criticizing how we are put under social pressure to behave in a way that is viewed as socially acceptable, rather than attempting to find our own way of living.

Up to the platform of surrender/ I was brought but I was kind

The platform of surrender mentioned is the stage where the dance is taking place where everyone has to follow the choreography and be synchronized with each other and every single mistake, no matter how small, is magnified and inflated out of control and immediately picked upon by the finicky and extremely particular audience. The lines imply that we, as humans, are not forced to conform to society but we choose to do so without protest.

And sometimes I get nervous/ when I see an open door/ 

Again, the theme that we are unable to make a move without the society's approval is restated. We get nervous when we 'see an open door', because we know that once we walk out that door, there will be no one there to tell us what to do. We are a people afraid of the responsibilities associated with freedom. 

Close your eyes, clear your heart/ Cut the cord

The song now discusses the brainwashing that all of us are going through everyday, be it in the form of advertisements or political speeches, we are told to 'clear our hearts' and 'cut the cord'; to fit into society, we must eliminate all traces of ourselves such that we are able to be indoctrinated into the community and that we must be emotionally detached, there must not be any feelings of protest within us.

Are we human or are we dancers?/

My sign is vital, my hands are cold/

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer/

Are we human or are we dancers?

The chorus, I feel, is the most beautiful part of the song because of the way it is delivered to the reader. They first give you information, which you trust without checking, and then ask you a rhetorical question. Based on the information, you decide whether you are a human or a dancer. The information leads you to believe that the person is dead and so the answer is obvious; we are all dancers. Now, the reader/listener is struck with a sudden realization of his actual position in society. That all the gobbledygook about freedom and free choice is nonsense; really, think about it, we are given an illusion of free choice. We can choose whatever we want to do, but we will always eventually have to conform to society. 

Will your system be alright/ When you dream of home tonight?

So they say, home is where the heart is. What the line is trying to say is that when we really look and question society, we will be shocked because we realize that we do not decide what we want to do; society dictates it for us. The word system is also used, downgrading us to but simple, unthinking machines who do as they are told. We are functioning, but we cannot feel anything. Like the operating system of a computer, our minds are emotionless.

There is no message we're receiving/ Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Now, the person is asked whether he can function of there is no telling them what to do. The answer of course is a 'no'. 

The song, in general, I find beautiful. The way it is sung, as we are absorbed into the robotic beat. The lyrics are very meaningful and the symbolism of the dancer is creative, but really, what I enjoyed was how it got me thinking. We are asked whether we are human or dancers. The answer is that we are all dancers. The song is trying to say that we should not be dancers, but we should be humans. The question now is:

What does it mean to be human?

NaNoWriMo!?

Wow, thanks to Anthea, I actually decided to join (OMG THIS IS GONNA BE A TOUGH ONE)... NaNoWriMo! D: National November Writing Month. I'm gonna be spending half my holidays writing a 50,000 word story (approx. 175 pages) IN 30 DAYS. Three-Zee-Row, 30 DAYS. I was originally planning on writing a short poem but then Ant asked me whether I was writing for nanowrimo and decided, Oh Well, what the hell/ and clicked on the sign up button ^^ 

Heh. Im gonna commit to this task to prove how much of an wuliao person I am, but also to prove that I can do something. Well, I need inspiration, but basically, im doing a story on a boy who is locked up in a basement and the only communication/ method of understanding between him and the outside world is 1) a book, Charles Dicken's A Tale of Two Cities, 2) the pet door flap thingy where his food is delivered and 3) THE ALL IMPORTANT WINDOW PANE. Yes, that's my story. About the WINDOW PANE.

Okay, that's all from me, a short spastic message because nao I must go back to writing for Nanowrimo and must go back to procrastinate by listening to The Killers' songs and watching Eddie Izzard's comedy.

The Irony of Mr. Brightside

Fell in love with British songs, especially with The Killers' Smile Like You Mean It, When You Were Young (despite the fact that song sounds Americanized) and Mr. Brightside. I love the song, it sounds nice and I like the way he seems to be talking more than singing. Plus, I love songs that manage to say exactly what I wanted to say but just couldn't find the right words to frame it with. Gah, it's stuck in my head >.<

And since I'm getting lazy cuz I still have writer's block, Im just gonna OVERANALYZE THE SONG and try to look for inspiration ^^ 

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Got to, got to be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head

But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
I just can't look, it's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Because I'm Mr. Brightside

The opening lines 'I've been coming out of my cage/ And I've been doing just fine' signify that the song is written in a retrospective or reflective point of view, thus fixing the chronology of the song. The events in the song have happened in the past and the writer is now recounting the events.

The fourth line 'Because I want it all' clearly state Mr Brightside's aspirations or objectives in any relationship. He wants the relationship to last and he wants to be a serious, long-term one and does not just want a one-night-stand. 

Because of this mindset, his personality tends to be one which is possessive and constantly exaggerates or overstates the limits of something. This can be seen from the next two lines 'It started out with a kiss/How did it end up like this?' in which something as trivial as a kiss instigates his mad love for this woman. 

The second paragraph is interesting as the whole paragraph is dedicated to the build up of the conflict. If we pay close attention to the words, we will notice that Mr Brightside is slowly getting separated from the the woman as the woman slowly drifts closer to someone else. This leads to Mr Brightside's jealousy later on.

Now I'm falling asleep

And she's calling a cab

While he's taking a smoke

And she's taking a drag

Here, Mr Brightside is separated from the woman. The line 'she's calling a cab' implies that the woman is trying to get away from the person. Also, we notice that the man and the woman are both partaking in the same activity, namely, smoking, while Mr Brightside falls asleep. The man and woman begin to grow closer to each other while Mr Brightside drifts apart.

Now, the song takes on a more complex, multi-layered, dreamy nature in the next three lines, 'Now, they're going to bed/ And my stomach is sick/ And it's all in my head'. The fact that the woman and the man are now going to bed is simply imagined by Mr Brightside and is not taking place in real life. Now, the negative effects of Mr Brightside love for the woman are beginning to show. He is inflating the situation, complicating something which is very simple and making false accusations due to his paranoia. He imagines that the woman is cheating but experiences real pain. 

If you ask why I separated dream from reality at that point (right after 'And she's taking a drag'), it's because in the third line, the writer says, in slang, 'got to, got to be down' which states Mr Brightside wish to attend a social gathering. The first 4 lines of the 2nd paragraph actually describe the usual behaviour of people after a party whereas the next 3 do not. Again, Mr Brightside has demonstrated his ability to overstate things and interpret's the 'post-party' behaviour as something more than that.

The 3rd paragraph continues to describe Mr Brightside's paranoid visions and imaginations and states that these falsifications are starting to become so powerful that they begin to control his thoughts, as can be seen from '...It's killing me/ And taking control'.

And btw if you haven't realized why I think the song is ironic, this is why: The persona's name is Mr Brightside, a portmanteau which is an allusion to the phrase 'look at the bright side of life', which implies that Mr Brightside should be someone of a bubbly, cheery and generally happy character. However, throughout the middle of the song, Mr Brightside is shown to have had very negative thoughts swirling in his head, thus the irony of it....alrite, ^^ back to the analysis...

Now, the writer uses beautiful rhetoric to describe how he viewed the entire series of events.

'Jealousy, turning saints in to the sea', this is the line where Mr Brightside confesses and acknowledges that he is jealous and even states the extent of his jealousy which is supposedly so powerful that it could turn something which represents good into something less sublime.

'Swimming through sick lullabies/Choking on your alibis' shows that Mr Brightside is unable to sleep because of his paranoia and that he rejects the woman's explanation, thinking that there is something more to it when there isn't. When he tries to repeat the woman's explanation, he 'chokes' on it, meaning that he cannot quite say it, thus implying that does not believe it wholeheartedly.

Now, the writer reverts back to the present, where he is in retrospect, with the line 'But it's just the price I pay/ Destiny is calling me'. Mr Brightside now understands that all of his hysteria and panic and negativity actually taught him how to be nice, something which he was supposed to be all along but somehow wasn't.

The last two lines 'Open up my eager eyes/ Because I'm Mr Brightside' signify Mr Brightside's wish to view the world in a more positive light after admitting his mistakes in the past. He asks people to open up his eager eyes meaning that he is willing to look at things in a more happy light. Also, this implies that his eyes before were closed, which shows that he understand that all of his negativity was misplaced and unjustified and that he was blinded by jealousy. 'Because I'm Mr Brightside' now shows Mr Brightside's wish to be the person who he is supposed to be.

Now, we link this back to the start of the song where Mr Brightside says that he's coming out of his cage, which is his blind, unjustified jealousy, and that he's doing just fine because of his new, positive mindset.

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Wow, that was long and tiring >.< I was almost about to write something about character development in Mr Brightside, but I'll save that for tmr or tuesday. Heh, finally understand why the kids on road trips in american movies all ask "are we there yet?". Are we there yet? I sure hope we are.

Long Time No Post/ Na Na Na Analysis

It's been a long time since I posted, cuz I was rather lazy and ran into a terrible case of writer's block. And cuz I was revamping my iPod... again >.< also, was watching too much eddie izzard. Guy's damned funny. I will link a video of his standup routine Dress to Kill sometime, 12 parts all in all. Parts 4,5,6 and 7 are particularly funny.


So, um, exams? Did fairly well. Except for chinese. I got 3.6 for everything but my 2.8 (or is that 2.4?! O.o) in chinese dragged my overall GPA down to a lousy 3.27. Meh.


Holiday plans? Well, philosophy course next year has already been released, so gonna go to kino (maybe with JC, San, Kii, Gab and Lil?) and buy books on Kant, Miller and ethics in general. And then im also gonna go buy something about the French Revolution or the Rise and Fall of Communist Russia. Gah. I wanna learn French and Russian history XD of course, during the holiday, i need to... er.... *cough* lose... weight... *coughcoughcough/spaz* Yea. Running, jumping, climbing trees and all that.


And since I haven't written in my blog for so long, I might as well give my dwindling audience a treat XD ima analyse the MCR (my chem romance) song, Na Na Na. Interesting song. Decided to analyze it cuz i have a tendency to overanalyze things and keep trying to find some deeper meaning or purpose in every trivial matter. And because im trying to write a poem but keep running into the dread writer's block. Gah, I hate writers block.

The future is bulletproof

The aftermath secondary

It's time to do it now and do it loud

Killjoys make some noise

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA NANANANANANA

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA NANANANANANA

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA

NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA

NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA NA

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs

I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got

Take the cash and I'll keep it

Eight legs to the wall

Hit the gas, kill 'em all

And we crawl!

And we crawl!

And we crawl!

You'll be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme love

I don't need it, but I'll take what I want

From your heart and I'll keep it

In a bag, in a box

Put an X on the floor

Gimme more!

Gimme more!

Gimme more!

Shut up and sing it with me

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA

From Mall Security (NA-NA-NANANA)

To every enemy (NA-NA-NANANA)

We're on their property (NA-NA-NANANA)

Standing in a V formation

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA

Let's blow an artery (NA-NA-NANANA)

Eat plastic surgery (NA-NA-NANANA)

Keep your apology (NA-NA-NANANA)

Give us more detonation

More!

Gimme more!

Gimme more!

Let me tell you 'bout the sad man

Shut up and let me see your jazz hands

Remember when you were a madman

Thought you was Batman

And hit the party with a gas can

Kiss me you animal!

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA

You run the company (NA-NA-NANANA)

Fuck like a Kennedy (NA-NA-NANANA)

I think we'd rather be (NA-NA-NANANA)

Burning your information

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA

Let's blow an artery (NA-NA-NANANA)

Eat plastic surgery (NA-NA-NANANA)

Keep your apology (NA-NA-NANANA)

Give us more detonation

Right here, right now

All the way in battery city

The little children raised their open filthy palms

Like tiny daggers up to heaven

And all the Juvee Halls, and the ritalin rats

Ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage

Scream out! What will save us?

And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the world

Everybody wants to change the world

But no one, no one wants to die

Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try,

Wanna try, wanna try now!

I'll be your detonator!

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA NA

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA

Make no apologies (NA-NA-NANANA)

It's death or victory (NA-NA-NANANA)

On my authority (NA-NA-NANANA)

Crash and burn, young and loaded

NA NA-NA-NA NA-NA-NA

Drop like a bullet shell (NA-NA-NANANA)

Dress like a sleeper cell(NA-NA-NANANA)

I'd rather go to hell (NA-NA-NANANA)

Then be in a purgatory

Cut my hair, gag and bore me

Pull this pin, let this world explode

The song is an assault on the carefree and ignorant attitudes people have towards the world and its consequences. The theme is highlighted throughout the entire song from the repetition of "na na na", which is the response a child makes when he does not want to hear something or does not care about the topic being discussed. It downgrades society to that of a naive infant and claims that it is too immature to understand the gravity of the situation. 

The song introduction also mentions that "the future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary". This implies that the people of the world believe that no matter what they do, nothing wrong can go wrong, because after all, the future is bulletproof and invincible and that even if something goes wrong, it is okay because the aftermath or the consequences do not matter as much as the main thing you originally wanted to get. It assaults the greedy, capitalist consumer culture that has spread across the globe.

"Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need it but I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it"

The first half of the quote highlights the urgency in which the community wants to buy goods, constantly demanding for them. It then later explains that these are unnecessary and are merely for the purpose of earning money. The quote underlines the fact that the people are ignorant of the consequences of their actions, drugs being generally deemed as bad for your health, yet even though they know it, they do not care and want more even if they do not need it. The urgency of the persona is further elaborated with the usage of "You be my detonator!", explosions being fast, rapid and powerful in nature.

The result of all this actions is explained in the 11th paragraph, when they talk about negative, ugly side of Battery City, referring to all the Juvenile halls, a place where young people who break the law go to, and all the "children with dirty palms". 

The world's response, however, is less than satisfactory. The song claims that although people want to change the world, they are unwilling to "die". This is not to be taken in the literal sense, but simply means that although people want to do something to reverse their actions, they do not do so because they are unwilling to bear the sacrifice and end up continuing to ruin the world.

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Poorly done analysis? Yeah. But still, got the ideas across. Sorry for the long wait, haha XD but i'll see you, er, next time?

Sex On Fire

Incoherent Rambling 'Bout The Weekend

It's been a longtime since I posted, so I hope my audience (if i have an audience) is still here. I slept a lot today- approx. 10 hours previous night and then another 4 hour siesta today. That's 14 hours of sleep. My sleeping pattern is messed up and I can't think straight so I will now just attempt to describe to you my weekend in a chronological order (but even that won't make it coherent XD)

The weekend was a hell lot of fun. On Saturday, we went to Taka and got this really super cool Union Jack White Long Sleeve shirt thingy from Pull & Bear, then spent the next 2 hours at G2000 and ended up buying $311 worth of clothing - after a 50% discount D: I bought this super cool black jacket with a really shiny silver zipper and a matching purple shirt. Can't wait to wear it on MOVIE DAY (@san, @jc, @kii) this Wednesday. Also, during the G2000 raid I bought this super cool vest/checkered shirt thingy. You know how some people wear a checkered shirt then wear a vest over it so you can only see the sleeves and the neck? Yeah, it's like that except it's merged together so it's basically a grey fleece vest with sleeves sewed on XD and also bought a black sweater. Then, we went to Kinokuniya to search for books and I in particular, had to buy 2 books for 2 very special people for 2 very special occasions. Hope that you guys like the books when you read 'em XD

AND THEN FINALLY WE COME TO THE BEST PART OF THE DAY (or the 2nd best part of the day). WE WENT TO AJISEN RAMEN AND I FINALLY MANAGED TO EAT A LONG-AWAITED BOWL OF UNAJYU (Unagi + Rice). OMG. I MISS UNAJYU. I MISS THE JAPANESE FOOD STORE IN CATHOLIC HIGH PRIMARY ARGH XD Back in cat high, there was this stall which sold jap food. everyone loved it, always ran out of food just before 2nd recess finished and god I miss the times when they served Unagi, and Chicken Egg Soboro and FRIGGING JAPANESE CURRY. GAH. I MISS IT. OMG AND MISO SOUP. ARGH. EVERYDAY I USED TO GO TO THE JAP STORE, ORDER A BIG BOWL OF RICE AND MISO SOUP THEN PROCEED TO COMMENTATE ON SOCCER GAMES. GAH. I MISS THOSE DAYS.

*calms down* Gosh, Saturday was so frigging fun. And my total price tag for Saturday, I think, runs up to just shy of $300. And i finally managed to use part of my savings to buy something (the books *ahemahem*)

Sunday? Sunday was rather boring. Mugging for science. No starcrafting >.<. I love starcraft 2 <3 Not addicted, but it's fun cuz i usually play with my father and we get to bond together as a family XD the only sad part is that my mum is left out of the conversation :( and always says/asks in her filipina accent "What are you two talking about? How come I don't know?" Hmm. Well. I'll find a way to get her to understand. 

Took down some old albums and looked at some baby photos of myself. Wow. I was so frigging cute XD *sighs* ah, the old days. I still miss our bunch. Rhia, Gladys, Kevin, Mary, Matthew, Steven, Gerard, Nikki, Alyana and Me. *sighs* Rhia, Gladys and Kevin are still here. Kev now has a bro, Justin, but the dif is that he didn't star in those photos when we were all still 1 years old. Mary and Matt moved to Canada, along with Steven. And Alyana (and her bro Ian) just moved to Canada also a month ago. Gerard and Nikki grew up and it's never been the same. 

I miss the old days when we still used to play ice and water and still used to play catching and didn;t give a damn about the world, when youthful innocence still played upon our faces. I wonder what happened. Growing up. *yet another sigh* Well, I might upload some of these photos soon XD if i find the effort to do it. the old bunch, we should get together again. all 10 of us. that would be fun. I miss our group. And I have a lot of new friends and perhaps even friends that i treasure more, but that doesn't mean that I don't want my old friends back. I truly do.

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Well, if you managed to survive that emotional roller-coaster, kudos to you, I applaud unsarcastically. I can't wait for the holidays.

Not Knowing A Song's Title

GAH. DON'T U JUST !@#$ING HATE IT WHEN YOU KNOW THE TUNE OF A SONG AND YOU LIKE IT AND IT SEEMS SO FAMILIAR BUT YOU DON'T KNOW THE TITLE OF THE SONG SO YOU CAN'T SEARCH IT?! GAH. PISSES ME OFF. YOU CAN'T BLOODY WELL GO TO GOOGLE AND TYPE "DADADIDA DADADIDADA" CUZ GOOGLE CANT RECOGNIZE THE FREAKING TUNE >.< GOSH.

ANYWAYZ, I FINALLY FOUND OUT THE TITLES OF THE 2 SONGS WHICH SEEMED SO FAMILIAR YET SO HARD TO NAME. BEEN GOING CRAZY TRYING TO FIND THESE SONGS... >.<

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Gah. Finally. I feel relieved. I shall now go write a poem.

Trouble/What If

More Or Less?

Alistair: [reading newspapers] Hmph.

Gallagher: [curiously] What?

Alistair: Anti-abortionists rantin' 'bout how abortion ain't moral.

Gallagher: Well, it's immoral, ain't it?

Alistair: I don't see how abandoning 'em helps 'em either.

Gallagher: I'm sorry?

Alistair: You ever realized how anti-abortionists go on an' on an' on 'bout how we shouldn't kill no foetuses but don't go on to talk 'bout how they should be brought up? Hmm? They abandon the child the moment it's born. They don't care. They've done their job an' saved the foetus, who cares 'bout it now?

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Isn't it funny how anti-abortionists go on and on about how killing foetuses is immoral? Well, I agree that it is immoral but I also find it funny that once the child is born, they don't care about it. They don't care about the failing education system, hunger, poverty, family issues, nothing. Kinda funny how they aim to save lives then leave them to die afterwards. Personally, I think that people should first focus on the infrastructure and give support to these newborns as they grow up so that they don't end up sweeping the street or begging others for alms BEFORE they even think about saving babies. They'd be happier, no?

But now comes the question, more or less? Should we 'sacrifice' some babies to ensure that the rest are happier or should we we keep them all alive but in which many are impoverished, hungry and lead lives not worth living? Just something to think about.