Wednesday, January 28, 2009

But I'll see you in the sky above, and the tall grass, and the ones I love


I just counted my hongbao money and wondered in how many years I might possibly be giving hongbaos to my cousins? Far-flung as the thought is. And then proceed to play with them like I wasn't grown up, and not make any small talk with the adults who visit. The best chinese new year goodies this year are the cashew nuts my grandmother fried and sunned and salted slightly, very useful for times of boredom and to provide some little entertainment to relatives (who are bored anyway) by practising throw and catch-in-mouth, but only in my own house.
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Oh yes, my friend and I are leaving our internship jobs; no more hot long sleepy-geylang 15-minute walk to work, which was incidentally my favourite part. And I shall miss the flowery musky smell of the pink toilet at the end of the enclosed small corridor, my five-minute refuge. Hurray to new chances and jobs whatever they might be!!!!
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Is it unhealthy that I've been listening to largely the same music for the past four to six years? Like many people I listen to music while doing daily-life things- lying on my bed, drawing, on the train, painting, writing letters, sewing, emailing, in other words live on it somewhat. And all this music makes up a big part of anyone's inside world, which means my 'inside world' (l'intérieur monde) has been influenced by the same musical landscape for some time, and what if it stays that way till I am an armchaired granny?! The music is mostly old songs, and I can usually tell if I am in a Beatles or Bob Dylan mood, but it is very puzzling not to know what mood you are in. I haven't been in a The-Who mood for more than a year. Isn't it funny, measuring your mood by what you feel like listening to?? Do you guys do that sometimes? If you do, let's play a game, and tell me now exactly what mood you are in and what are the first lyrics you think of when you close your eyes, and last night's dream if you had any :-)

Friday, January 16, 2009

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer


'Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai decouvert en moi un invincible été'
-Albert Camus
Comment ca va, mes amies? Un jour, si j'avais un maison, vous devez aller chez moi et je cuisinerai un tres delicieux repas pour vous. Surtout des champignons et des courgettes.

he's been so sad, since you said his accent was bad


TGIF

(a poem written in the depths of The Pain Of Waiting For Friday Lunchtime)

Thin tortoise in a leotard
And light rose-pink stockings
Prancing and twirling
Breathing and farting
I mean, whizzpopping
Pardon my manners
I haven’t got them
And the distilled water
Is it better than mineral water
Because I like milk
But not more than Napoleon Dynamite
My friend got uggs
Bet they’re goody snugs
She is across the peppermint sea
Darjeeling tea
Me staring at the screen
Thinking of sad circus
Pierrot and a tear
Blossoming lights
and cinnamon kisses
Lego parts face me
Office no faze me
Thank God It's Friday
Kites are flying, my day

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

days of wine and roses









Fall is here, hear the yell, back to school, ring the bell. Brand new shoes, walkin blues, climb the fence, books and pens, I can tell that we are gonna be friends, I can tell that we are gonna be friends.