Another Time, Another Life

The A-Level results are out. And I begin to wonder that in another life, I may also be receiving my A Level results from the Cambridge Exam Board. It is strange though, I don't know how or why but I'm pretty sure my life would be completely and utterly different.

I know I would've ended at a second tier JC. Prolly not NJ or HCJC, maybe something a bit lower end... I would have had much more local friends going into NS, I may have ended up drifting further than I have now from my CHS bitches.

I know I would have stayed mostly the way I was though, I don't think I would have changed as much as I have over the past two years. My outlook in life is much more positive, and the bottom line is... I feel a confidence in myself, that I may not have had if I had stayed in Singapore. Ultimately, the whole living in China experience gave me something different. Something that staying in Singapore might not have given me.

That is not to say that NOT staying in Singapore is completely the SCHIZZ. Well, what I'm trying to say is that I have a mildly greater appreciation for living in the country of Singapore, albeit its against the lower standards of the PRC. Nevertheless, there are some quarters tht feel that it is very strange to feel this way and even try to convince me otherwise, but the fact is, standards of living is high, there's a clean, some might say sterile environment, and most importantly, everything works.

Once you get past that, you realise, life in Singapore's not like utopia, but who wants perfection anyway... I like a fixer-upper.

We All Look for Something

We all look for something to remember,
Something to remember him by,
Something for her memory of the moment,
Something that will stay with you forever.

How ironic then that the 21st century person is impelled,
forced, offered no alternative, but to take life at a rapidity,
that can only find a rival in the fastest Lamborguinis.
How disgusted I feel when I sit here,
staring at my keyboard when I've realised, a pen is not fast enough.
When it is what satisfied writers, poets, playwrights, for millenia.

I have/had/am having a great time,
so why the mild discomfort,
the slight pain in my side...

People always leave,
Or they don't even show up.

Peyton was/is/will always be right.

One Day In Your Lifetime

Its another day in my life. I just got off the phone with my mother, and it was such a pleasant conversation. Its so strange, that its nearly impossible to have completely pleasant conversations with people and when you do, it often feels much too short. Sigh.

Kylie Minogue's Spinning Around live on her showgirl tour, I am totally inspired by Kylie, her infectious dancing, vocals completely unique, and her showgirlship. She's only just recovered from THE disease, Breast Cancer, and she's already up and about singing, dancing and even doing slow remixes of her Old hits.

Here's something odd, I'll be taking my Final Theory Test for Driving before I even have a driving test. Sigh. Damn timetables.

I wanna Mitsubishi Colt Ralliart Version-R

Will be going out shopping at Raffles Place later, Alone. Without anyone.

Its in your eyes, I can tell what you're thinking, my heart is thinking too...

I've just realised Kylie can make a great jazz singer with just a little retraining...

Windows Vista on my PC, its not exactly inspiring, but it is quite nice to have.

The Test

The test, with you sitting in front of a computer screen,
staring ahead with a bitter taste of determination,
a sweet scent of deodorant,
the tang, ripe and tight of fear,
of possible disaster,
No... We will not fail!

We will not fail this simple,
These words in front of me,
with pictures,

Green
Amber
Red.

Why not three colors for eternity too?
For the eternal struggle,
Perfection,
The test to find out, if you really are as smart as you think
you are, can be, will be, forever are remembered as being.

Those fools, they cram and cram, they become smart.
Where is their intelligence?
You without your ability to even converse,
with the low, the high.
You without your charms
With your plebian jokes,
your wittisms

HA! The true test!
Should be how you handle a real life situation,
the only test you ever need take.

How you handle being in love,
how you handle being fired from your job,
how you handle a pan.

Those false hoods,
Those falsities...
You can't write about life unless you're out experiencing it!

Yes, You can't....

Me?

The Boy

The Boy who is in love,
He stands above all,
with his voice raised high,
his banner adrift,
With the reds and blues and whites, blending
joy to the world, I am fulfilled,
Even when running to the high,
The voice never wavers,
never falters,
always dripping with the red passion
with or without his other,
Because they are
breeze.

There is a lightness in his tenor,
An added lustre to his bass,
his mind filled with songs of summer breezes,
winter strolls along the Neva.
iPods could be written and sung about this love,
but no, there is no need,
for it is already written,
the soundtrack of their Love, Actually.

The Boy who is not in love,
He stands tall,
with his righteous spirit,
I don't need anyone else,
I can stand on my own.
Who needs a crutch?

He is dedicated to the proliferation of the melancholies,
those bittersweet symphonies,
those everlasting arias,
Who says he's alone!
The songs that are sung not by the choirs,
for their masses only serve to make him.
Alone.

No, these are sung
With the soprano, solo.
She stands there, calling to him,
Her eternal voice,
reaching ever higher,
to me! To Me! Decants she!
He savours every note,
Like a Lafite,
Every bubble of her,
A Clicquot.

The Boy who is in love,
is a friend of the Boy without.
They share their trials.
Without offering his great emptyness,
to be filled with.
Their tribulations are solved,
with an overwhelming efficiency,
the one in love willing to see,
to lend his love-broadened eyes,
We need not wish them luck,
for they are lucky to have each other,
their brotherhood complete in its duality.

The Boy who is madly in love,
Hears and sees neither.