February 2012
I was afraid of death. Then suddenly, I wasn’t. A dead man knows not that he is dead. I wasn’t afraid of death, I was afraid of dying. I had dreams: A tired soul in a limp capsule, sagging skin, white hair, sclerosed muscles, I lie in bed, a veil of cloud hanging over my eyes, blurring the dark silhouettes against the cold ceiling. The ceiling fan spins. They are calling. Crying. But...
Old Friends / Bookends
Old friends, sat on the park bench like bookends. A newspaper blown through the grass, falls on the toes of the high shoes of the old friends. Old friends, winter companions, the old men. Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun. The sounds of the city sifting through the trees, settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends. Can you imagine us years from today? Sharing a park bench...
Probe
BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND How many roads must a man walk down Before they call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they are forever banned? How many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? And how many years must some people exisy Before they’re allowed to be free? Yes, how...
trip to the one-dollar hair salon
Earlier this afternoon, I sat in the chair of an unattended station in the hair salon and started writing and doodling on the A4 Nan Hua Secondary School notebook while waiting for my turn. When it came, I told the hairstylist not to cut my hair too short. Leave it roughly the same length, I told her. Just trim the sides to be less thick and untidy. She gave me a short schoolboy crop complete with...
WatchThis is how I train on my small swing. Ghetto-style bitches! Seriously, though, it’s no excuse to not have a gym at, around or near home.
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on regrets
There aren’t many things I regret in my life. I may look back at all the times I’d been made to stand outside my class (thus making me an outstanding student), the times in the principal’s office (including that once with the police), that time when I nearly got suspended for going skinhead, the times we skipped class and climbed fences, our expulsion from PJC, the fights I got...
It’s going to be another enervating week. Just like the last, but worse. Because this week’s the week. Friday’s the day. The crescendo of dread will reach its debilitating peak on that day of reckoning. Friday’s the day. Noon the time.
Close your eyes to corral a virtue Is this fooling anyone else? Never worked so long and hard To cement a failure
Sigh.
I saw Conan O'Brien's lesbian doppelganger on the...
northerngrizzlywarrior:
Football Nuts We Are
This was how our Saturday went:
Breakfast
Play football till afternoon
Lunch
Play FIFA 12 till nearly 9pm
Dinner
Watch football till 3.30am
Yes. That’s basically it. Nothing else. And we talk football over our meals. Guys, we’re footy nuts. More than we’d like to admit. “Hi, my name is Louis, and I’m a football addict.”
A case for penned letters
I adore the notion of writing. When I write someone, I put the sort of attention, effort, thoughtfulness and consideration one usually gives little or not at all in a text message or instant messaging conversation. Our generation, those born into the age of computers, fast pictures on TV, mobile phones - smart phones now! - we all have short attention spans. We are too obsessed with instant...
Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
Where have all the young men gone; Long time passing? Where have all the young men gone; Long time ago? Where have all the young men gone? Gone for soldiers every one. When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the soldiers gone; Long time passing? Where have all the soldiers gone; Long time ago? Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards every one. When will...
This is how pencils are sharpened in factories. →
the-absolute-best-gifs:
i can’t stop looking at it.
Special
We all know that special person. That one person who is just so amazing. You beam with pride just acknowledging the fact you know him/her. You want the world to see his/her greatness. You want to tell the world. But then there is no way you can express the person’s overwhelming greatness in words. Words would come out too belittling yet still unconvincing. So you take not to that impossible...
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.
The Kiwi Probably Never Forgives Its Children
(from 7 Species That Got Screwed By Mother Nature, #2)
Most baby birds hatch as scrawny, helpless little things that need tons of parental care. But why is that? There’s a significant evolutionary advantage to having your chicks born bigger and healthier. If you just lay a larger egg, your chick will have a higher chance of survival after hatching. Flawless logic, right? Evolution...
ACT.
We’ve all seen the picture. I first saw it when I was in Secondary One. I can’t remember if it was a school-assigned reading article or from a newspaper clipping. But I definitely remember the photo. And to this day I still remember the photographer’s name. Kevin Carter. It was an image so disturbing and inconvenient, that it was etched so deeply into my brain, haunting me to...
And yet.
