Thursday, July 30, 2009

it pains me.

to hear radiohead's masterpieces being butchered/distorted into irrecognizable mishmash of sounds and head banging, tummy churning videos.

and by credible artists' too.

stop it!stop it i say!

Monday, July 27, 2009

From the back seat.

gurgling with excitement,
words evade,
cracked lips pursed tight,
again, fingers falter,
trying to convey an experience,
for your imagination,
for my memory.

what was today.

~~~~

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!

those weren't words exaggerated to amplify my state of mind,
to clarify,
the state of my stomach at this very moment.

~~~
what a start to the semester.

the 9am start got the better of me,
but talk over a lunch of spinach pie, a shared admiration for steven levitt,
a brunette haired foreigner, passionate crazed academicians!(woohoo!), 15 minutes with mountain weekend trip-ers,
turned my day upside down.

Good times for the record, before 'life' stabs me from the back again.

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HAPPY 21st WINDY LINDY!
the 'windy' sticks,
through greying hairs, saggy boobs and wrinkled foreheads.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

all over again.

let the 'crazy' begin.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

to be.

fearless.
unstoppable.
a force to be reckoned with.
warrior princess. aheh.
HAPPY.

a milestone age indeed.

sad but true.

for those who don't read JeffOoi.com,



the latest political developments back home.

SCANDALOUS.

Friday, July 17, 2009

think otherwise.

i thought i had it.
but i don't.

DISCIPLINE.

Bible Study and black sesame bubble tea.
Homebrand scorched peanuts and late night safeway strolls,
the former you should never try.




Thursday, July 16, 2009

if.

I was home,

I would have just risen,
In shorts,
holding on to the rails, kicking loose the fragile pieces,
Ageless china, red chopsticks,
My bottom on cold marble,
I savagely toss the contents of wheat and meat,
attacking every morsel.
Drew Carey 'tings' and Brady taps.
Not one to lose, I humbly attack today's media clowns,
burst of flavour and pods of seeds swirling on an inflamed tongue,
The greedy esophagus monster gleefully awating the smooth translucent sheet,
Cheecheongfun.

Instead,

Two hours too early,
Having been stirred by the bitter cold,
Hood over head,
I stumble from under my sheets,
Cursing the weather.
Project Runway plays,
The constant continous whirr of heat,
droning the voices of gay men and the *cough fashion forward,
A peanut butter jelly sandwich, a hot cuppa.
I run back to bed, shivering under the doona,

Blocking out what it is to be.

I don't know what I'm doing here.
Clearly, I don't belong.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

cliche(s).

i can have anything i wanted,
yet still
lack everything.

~~~~~


The natural supply of water, which came by common providence, failed; but the miraculous supply of food, made sure to him by promise, failed not.
Matthew Henry's Conscise Commentary on 1 Kings 17:1-7