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City Lights

A million lights on my left, wind blanketed.
Glass surfaces, an icy reminder
of that which see all.
One's out of reach, unable to see
Whilst another listens,
wishing for what can never be.

Out

Everyone feels out of sorts at times. Its a most peculiar feeling. The sense of being placeless, detached from a fixed point in space. An ambiguous feeling of being at home or around loved ones and having that nagging tug from the recesses of your mind telling you they can manage without you, that things will go on uninterrupted.

Melbourne part 2 will commence in 4 days, and I suppose I'm fairly excited about the prospect of going back. Though I'll enjoy the quality time all of us have been engaging in, in the past few days. A far-flung city, 6000km away from the tropical heat of Singapore.

Singapore... with its Tropical heat, breeding passions fierce and raw. An evolving city, with novelty and a forgotten heritage. In the city where lives revolve at a pace akin to suicide, I've sat still, and waited patiently. Yet at the end of the day, it's still placeless. Like capturing dreams or dancing on clouds.
And I seriously want out this time. But even then, I've no where else to go.

On writing and righting

The thing about writing, perhaps, to the more practical and pragmatic of individuals, lies in the substance involved. As an open avenue for all to artciulate something, or nothing, to me, it has the capacity to function as a fundamental aspect in the articulation and representation of human thought, or otherwise.

As the great Robert Frost said; Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it."

It would be funny to state that in charming Singapore, where it's as illegal to suck sweets in public as much as it is to suck cock, that Frost's abovementioned quote would provide a particularly accurate depiction of the populace with regard to the latter, on the premise that a vast majority of people accept the law and the writings of the state as matter-of-fact, to better their "conservative" society or to keep their "world class public transport system clean". Un questioning obedience coupled with a repetitive re-enforcement.

As Emily Dickinson so elaborately stated, "Much madness is divinest Sense/ To a discerning Eye/ Much Sense--the starkest Madness--/'Tis the Majority".

Human Rights to Water

To all of those who do have the capacity to represent the absurdity of present in those that "have nothing to say", there are certain limits to the prevalence of absurdity that continue to masquerade under the law. And perhaps, this time, such a trivial matter begs the concern of whether it has gone to far.

Lily Allen's "Not Fair"

I love this.

Oh, he treats me with respect,
He says he loves me all the time,
He calls me 15 times a day,
He likes to make sure that im fine,
You know I've never met a man,
Whose made me feel quite so secure,
He's not like all them other boys,
They're so dumb and immature.

There's just one thing,
That's getting in the way,
When we go up to bed your just no good,
its such a shame!
I look into your eyes,
I want to get to know you,
And then you make this noise,
its apparent its all over

Its not fair,
And i think your really mean,
I think your really mean,
I think your really mean.

Oh your supposed to care,
But you never make me scream,
You never make me scream,

Oh it's not fair,
And it's really not ok,
It's really not ok,
It's really not ok,

Oh your supposed to care,
But all you do is take, yea all you do is take

Yewell I lie here in the wet patch in the middle of the bed
I'm feeling pretty hard done by, I spent ages giving head
then I remember all the nice things that you've ever said to me
maybe I'm just overreacting, maybe your the one for me

there's just one thing that's getting in the way
when we go up to bed you're just not good it's such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it's all over

it's not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
I think your really mean

oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream

oh it's not fair and it's really not ok
it's really not ok
it's really not ok

oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take

there's just one thing that's getting in the way
when we go up to bed you're just not good it's such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it's all over

it's not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream

oh it's not fair and it's really not ok
it's really not ok
it's really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take

Halo

Beautiful lyrics. And equally beautiful vocals.
Thanks for the song you two. Lol

Beyonce - Halo


Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make up a sound

I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away

I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo

Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light

I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
To pull me back to the ground again

Feels like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
The risk that I'm takin'
I'm never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away

I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo

I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
Halo, halo

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away

I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo

I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo

Rebecca

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. . . I could not enter for the way was barred to me.

Places

Last night, I visited Ward 77 again. It seems so distant to me now, like looking back on a foggy memory.

Old chairs glowed under old lights and I looked forward, expecting to find some old memory of myself running down the corridors.

All I see are children, Happy smiling children. They stare at me, startled perhaps. I must not seem friendly.

The corridors narrow. They're rebuilding the ward.

Places change, just as people do. But some things remain the same. Or remained the same. Others change.

I remember my parents.
They changed. I remained the same.

That frightens me.

And here we go

Packed the bags today, standing in the room looking upon the memories.
Standing in the doorway, one can't help but feel the pain.
Words still left unsaid; One can't help but not say...
And here we go again... for the last time.

If I were a Boy

If I were a boy even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted
And go drink beer with the guys

And chase after girls
I'd kick it with who I wanted
And I'd never get confronted for it
'Cause they stick up for me

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

If I were a boy
I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone it's broken
So they'd think that I was sleeping alone

I'd put myself first
And make the rules as I go
'Cause I know that she'd be faithful
Waiting for me to come home, to come home

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

It's a little too late for you to come back
Say it's just a mistake
Think I'd forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong

But you're just a boy
You don't understand
And you don't understand, oh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man

You don't listen to her
You don't care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
'Cause you're taking her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy

The Show is Over, Say Goodbye

Hospitals intrigue me.

Writing

"How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream."

-Gaston Bachelard (1884-1962), French scientist, philosopher, literary theorist.