bring the sound to the people in a white truck bumpin on the road bumps run into a tree stump tweeter out the back door slam into the dirt lot, stopped with the cable runnin out the backside
disconnected.
-- hope i wish i never was gonna come back down. but the reality... oh the reality.
Fumbling his confidence And wond’ring why the world has passed him by Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Somewhere we live inside We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about providence And whether mice or men have second tries Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Somewhere we live inside We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this world’s got to offer We want more than this world’s got to offer We want more than the wars of our fathers And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live We were meant to live --
a multi colour array of sparks that masks the night sky signals that yet another year, another 365 days have passed.
the fire hides the night sky, which we rarely gaze upon. their eternal residents, the stars, look down upon us year after year as the earth spins without fail on its axis. they see everything but people rarely look for them. and sometimes they hide from us, hoping that their absence will cause us to miss them. but we don't. because in the end they are of no importance to us. just pretty lights in the sky.
we are like the stars sometimes. we just want to be seen. but the world does not want to see us. we try to disappear, hoping that they will miss us.
maybe its time to stop disappearing, stop being so high and lofty. we should be like a falling star, coming down to earth. although we can see everything from up above, you will never know anything observing all the time. you have to be one with the people to know and to feel.
a falling star that will illuminate the night sky for a brilliant moment before being one with the earth. to announce that you are indeed here and that you have come to stake your place on this world too.
and perhaps i have observed too long. i have become lazy and jealous and cruel and cold. its time for change and resolution in my life.
-- up above the world so high. like a diamond in the sky.
page 8: same time, different story, identical destination.
Monday, September 24, 2007
mused @ 10:50 PM
one year ago//
as the clock ticks by in yew tee, he hopes the phone will not ring. its a monday duty and one of his last before he ords. getting out of national service... and finally university. he is wondering who he will meet then. no more drills, no more duties. new people whom he would meet. would they be friendly? would they be nice? would university be all it was hyped up to be?
he looks at the clock. it ticks by slowly...
-- somewhere in tampines:
averting her gaze from the clock, a girl is burning the midnight oil. the a levels loom large. the prelims have just ended. the battle was over, but the war has only just begun. this path was pre decided the moment she set foot in jc. she knows what she wants...
a voice breaks the silence, the television buzzes with noise...
-- somewhere else in hougang:
the television show entertains one who has just finished her prelims. some time to take a break before the big one. the actor on the screen cracks a joke and she laughs at the antics. not much thought about the future, just relax for now... and everything will fall in place.
she is feeling peckish, she heads to the refrigerator.
-- somewhere in sembawang:
the cold air floods his feet. finally being able to clear his leave, he is at home resting. a bit more, a bit more, and it will end. it was never easy, 2 years to the nation. grabbing a quick drink, he heads back to bed. he lies on it, but is unable to sleep. find a job after ns, get better pay. maybe some experience. maybe he will do a bit more for his portfolio...
he stares at the ceiling blankly..
-- somewhere in serangoon:
and the ceiling stares back. she is tired from the effort she has put in for work for her studies. but she knows it will put her in good stead for the a levels. but where does she want to go? she can't decide. america, australia are all a-knocking. what course to take, what to do, what will be? all this time for this moment... but the decision is still uncertain.. how many years has she studied for this moment? she does a quick mental calculation.
6 + 4 + 2...
-- somewhere in hall 12, ntu:
+ 1. that was 13 years. not forgetting the 2 years he had served in the army. now in university, year one, a freshman. but already the wheels have begun to turn. it was time to prepare for next years freshman camp. he is considering helping out in it. wasn't it about this time, one year ago, he was in an army camp, thinking about his future...
-- one day, not too long ago, it was said that we would meet. and here we are.
just returned from the hall one investiture a couple of hours back where i am writing an article about it. i didn't go for the hall camp, so i didn't know anyone there.
i don't understand why people 'sell their souls to the devil (the devil that is the hall)' (quoting what i told liyana) but thats a very biased view i suppose, never involved myself in the hall. but i think its the same as us, communication studies students.
unlike some business and engineering students, those here in the famed wkwsci are people who roughly know what they want in the future careers. we are here by choice, not accident. we all had to pass an interview and a written test. when you wrote down sci on the application form, you knew what you had in mind.
on the flip side, we have people who go overseas for scholarships, taking law, business, economics, international relations in the world's best universities. they did well for their exams and hence are duly rewarded, although they have a bond to pay back at the end. it is a privilege to go to best, but is the scholarship a price they pay? are they really interested in bio mechanics? physics? organic chemistry?
some of them do have passion. but of the rest? we probably will never know. is it more for making it in life: a necessity?
its 2am. and it a warm evening. and i can't think any more. ----------------------- 'intangible happiness over material happiness.'
from a discussion board: _____________ a woman has a close male friend. this means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. she sees him strictly as a friend. this always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. this is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, you have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. we will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. but, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. and if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. in fact, we will never hire you. but we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired. _____________
i think its hilarious. but true in a sense.
on a more serious note, my condolences to my uncle and cousins whose mother (my uncle's wife) passed on this morning.
i wasn't close to her, but she was a wonderful lady. _____________
team sajc, a t-shirt meant for the elite sportsmen and sportswomen of sajc, doesn't matter anymore. wearing a shirt that says you are from hwa chong jc, doesn't matter anymore. even if you wear a shirt proclaiming your humble ite roots, it doesn't matter.
the field the leveled. the scores are reset. the brand names don't matter any more.
and the first test awaits us soon.
-------- how we all fracture into smaller pieces. insignificant little pieces.
was reading an interesting article in the nanyang chronicle the other day.
in a world where pageants judge one's beauty, what is true beauty. where elections are based on one's looks, can that really gauge one's true ability? where first impressions count, the beautiful and charismatic win.
in a week's notice, you are supposed to vote for people that will determine the events you will have in your hall, club, union. people you don't even know. people you will probably never know. and human intuition demands that you gloss over the ugly for the beautiful people. the outcasts for the charismatic.
maybe they weren't born beautiful, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't be given a chance. maybe they are naturally defensive, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't be given a chance. maybe they are not local, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't be given a chance.
and the talk that we are a meritocracy.
is it a crime not be beautiful? ------------ or do they not smile cause they see the shallowness of this world?
page 2: the test of time. the bonds of friendship.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
mused @ 10:28 PM
when in 10 years time, we look back at that digital photo, where will you be?
maybe A will be in europe, doing advertising.
maybe B will be in singapore, working for a mcdonalds, at the counter, taking orders.
maybe C will be happily married, with 2 kids, at home tending the house.
maybe D, will just disappear, and never be heard from again.
we all have made a little impact in each other's lives. perhaps 2 years ago, i walked passed you on the street. but then i didn't know that today i would have known you personally eventually. 1 second, 10 minutes, 100 hours. does time really matter? a moment is all we need to leave an impression on each other's lives. for better or for worse.
will we still talk like this in 5 years time?
or will we hate each other then?
will your years spent together be strong enough to last the test of time?
or will the photo fade away? ---- 1 month for 4 years. 1 month for an eternity. for better, for worse.
page 1: back to engimatic titles again/ the bearer of bad news.
Monday, August 27, 2007
mused @ 10:51 PM
had a dinner with some of my good friends today.
siyuan, who has been with me since the beginning. wenjie and young chuan and yong guang, who have i have known and trusted since secondary school. ho choi, a guy who appears cold and tough but really is a great guy at heart. yue chau, who is now my room mate and a dependable friend. kumar, who could not be there but i know wanted to.
and we had dinner at botak jones. it was a simple meal. but it was the company that made it good.
thanks for the memories. and for the watch too :D ---
why grey/blonde/white/albino?
it is meant to be grey. grey represents the shadow. the fine line between good and evil. and how the world is ambiguous. how nothing in essence is really right or wrong. and how we are all human in the end. it is not meant to attract attention. but now as i am 21, i felt the time was right.
i know my mother doesn't really understand why i want to bleach my hair. but those are my reasons. thanks for letting me to do mum. -----
and to you who have made your decision, all the best to you. :) its pretty tough on us who have made your friendship but i am sure that pursuing your dreams will be worthwhile. just eventually know what you want to be at the end of it all. thats all i have left to say and don't forget us.
---- and the hands of time tick away again. in 20 years where will you be? will you look back in gratitude? or regret? no one knows really.
