WHY?!
WHY LIKE THAT. YOU TELL ME. :( :( :( :( :(
inserts a chorus of abstract actions.
zzz. am currently too tired to even think negative thoughts, research has shown that you spend 71% more energy frowning than smiling. as usual, numbers fudged point still stands. i will save the unloading of my emotional baggage for some other time.
i'm damn sleepy+tired but im too lazy to sleep. can i just rot in this chair for the next 1001 years. my room is the size of a coffin and converting the desk to a bed is too much movement and effort for me. zzz.
i've been reading more singaporean literature lately in an attempt to broaden my knowledge of the local literature scene and to understand singaporean culture better from the literary aspect.
aha. aha. sounds so chim. yay i win.
but it's good. they're good. they somehow manage to sound distinctly singaporean even without the use of singlish and the poems/stories have a very humble feel to it. and the characters are Mr Tan and Li Ling and Tow Kay and Ah Chim, no more Elaine Campbell and Tom Parker. i like.
my brain is emitting a dull hum as the only sign of life. i think it is time to sleep before i fall face down on my keyboard with qwerty imprinted onto my face.
my favourite poem of all time is now :
Under the Bell Jar
(for Sylvia Plath)
Lee Tzu Pheng
"i.
Did even poetry fail you?
I understand it well.
For we who have let the unutterable
etch crazy lesions on our hearts
think of redemption in terms
of the saving word:
that the word could make things new,
or gather up our griefs so
to hang them on a nail outside us
for dispassionate review.
But the word is itself
living, a tortured thing;
both death and life we crucify again.
ii.
Now I am forced to watch
asphyxiation of your hopes-
as one looking in upon
a moth trapped
under a bell jar-
you say it was not your choice
to be in the throes
another ten years, that you would
have made certain your first escape,
had you known it would come to this"
only an excerpt, i fear copyright laws. i like this poem. for people who are dependent on words.
2.39 AM. ok. happy rambling hour over.
yay tmrw dont need wake up at 7.10 am and go to boon vulgarity lay.
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