white

haha

these days i'm reading a book called Magician, by Raymond E. Feist. recommended to me by abi. whee it's real nice. =) maybe i'll do my book report on it... though i'll have to borrow it from the library again.

oh yeah today i went to the national library to look for some books. i'm real bored see. and i've discovered a new obsession with poetry. like zoomed straight to the poetry section (thank the dewey decimal system) and picked out a book called The Blue Dress. it's got poems about love and loss and i read one before deciding to borrow it. it was about how she removed her wedding ring, and how she still seemed to think it was there, and it was real good. i like the last line... something like "reminded me how stubbornly married i am". haha. funny right? but nice too...
whee then i got a book called How To Read A Poem. i didn't get it for the theory, but the nice poems the author selected for examples. whee. should be fun.

haha sundays shall be my going out day from now on. first i go to church, which is in bugis, so it's near a whole lot of things and also near where i used to live, so i know the place quite well. after church i have lunch, sometimes with the many aunties who are so nice to be unofficial guardians and look after me in place of mum. whee. then i can go library or walk all the way to plaza sing and go to times. lemony snicket just released another book called The Beatrice Letters and it's really wow and nice and all but really ex so i can just go there and read it on the spot. did so today, and finished it. haven't decoded the message yet though...
i can hang around till 6 after which i must rush back to be in time for assembly. whee.... nice way to spend a day.

mm.... the hostel food is bad by the way.

lalala. what else to say....
i think the daying of walker is an on and off thing. sometimes it's real strong, sometimes it's quite gone. like now. now it's gone. ah well. that's the thing with daying. which is why i don't want to day anymore. blah.

yesterday was a really darryl-ish day as i spent most of it talking with him. the parts that didn't concern him mostly concerned cleaning my room, which we all have to do once a week. whee. no not whee, but you get the idea.

thanks kylie for introducing me to radioblog! real fun. i get to listen to all sorts of songs i like.

mmm nothin much. i think the ant infestation is dying down a bit.
or not....

mmm looking out my window. i see the AYE and the cars and the lights, green, red and yellow. i see the silluoettes of the trees, looking like guardians of the school. i see the bus 188 go by, long and slow-like, like a gliding milipede. maybe i can get used to this.
people change. really.
i think walker is really different than before. yeah...

the glowing yellow orb by the street flashes on and off, like some kind of magical pearl, suspended in mid-air. in the darkness the pole it is connected to isn't visible. the darkness makes things look different.
shadows make things look different.
shadows are different
but the days go on

light and darkness alternating
perhaps if the world was fast forwarded we would all be thrown off
hurtling
perhaps the world is a stage, and we're just all actors in it
perhaps
the midnight bells ring. the light fades.
in the city of common good.
calm, peaceful world
of my dreams
the waves wash a pebble ashore
it is black, like ink on paper
smooth grey lines of a quiet poet's thoughts
or of a pencil
busy noting everything down
here and there
a black ring
on the finger of one you know
or though you did
moments pass

must it all be so compicated?
farewell