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Wednesday, May 28, 2008 + current fav song + four to the floor - starsailor ian wong beats around the bush@ 1:58 AM (0) comments + holiday/unemployment + drifting in limbo right now kinda feeling that the next decisions i make these few weeks will determine my life, at least for a couple of years. i'd like to say i ain't afraid oh well, the chips are on the table. and God is in control. had some good times catchin up with frens and family and folks in hospital. Feelin unfit. i resolve to go joggin at the beach tml. It feels so strange. I want to move. I want to do, act, be... suddenly i need to wait. I feel out of place. even here i have nothing to say. Recently i think i've only been tidying up the corners of my life. here where i suddenly have the time and space to hear myself think, nothing occurs to me. i feel anti-social, but i don't want to be. Its a time i just want to sit n listen to you, yeah u... u reading this now... don't look around, u know im talkin to you... cos im feeling im running out of things to say for myself. RESULTS WILL BE OUT THIS WEEK! cough invite me out for drinks now cough I'm starting to work on my personal project, a feature-length movie which i hope to direct someday. Even tho it sounds like a long-term plan, in reality the current motivation is that i just need to keep myself buzzing to prevent the cobwebs from building up. gettin comfort from songs by Jars of Clay Art in Me Images on the sidewalk speak of dreams decent Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament Dirty canvases to call my own Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone In your picture book Im trying hard to see Turning endless pages of this tragedy Sculpting every move you compose a symphony You plead to everyone, see the art in me Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on Tales of broken souls, an eternitys been won As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again In your picture book Im trying hard to see Turning endless pages of this tragedy Sculpting every move you compose a symphony You plead to everyone, see the art in me ian wong beats around the bush@ 12:38 AM (0) comments Wednesday, May 14, 2008 + milkshake + damn i realize after being away for a month that all recent posts make me look like some emo kid... time to inject some randomness... Original: My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they’re like, “It’s better than yours” Damn right, it’s better than yours I could teach you, but I’d have to charge Old English: Mine milkshake bringeth all yon gentlefolk to mine yard and lo they reply ” ‘Tis better than thine… “Verily, ’tis better than thine!” I could apprentice thee, but I wouldst levy a fee Literal: My whipped iced dairy drink brings the attentions of many males to my place of residence and/or employment, and they declare that its quality far surpasses that of yours. Absolutely, it far surpasses yours. I could convey to you the proverbial recipe, but I would have to demand compensation. Limerick: Through stereophonic tubes Comes a girl rapping mixes and grooves and though you would think Her topic was iced drink It’s really all about her boobs Haiku: Boys, drawn to my yard Their words in chorus singing Your milkshake loses ian wong beats around the bush@ 1:21 AM (0) comments Tuesday, May 13, 2008 + movin out of KR day + room A414 is now empty. i pray that goodbyes aren't forever. had hoped to pass this day without emoing, but after the sweat is past and the bags are packed and the car is in full gear speeding along back home... cant help but remember every face i saw today. sigh. ian wong beats around the bush@ 1:00 AM (0) comments

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

+ current fav song +

four to the floor - starsailor

ian wong beats around the bush@ 1:58 AM (0) comments

+ holiday/unemployment +

drifting in limbo right now

kinda feeling that the next decisions i make these few weeks will determine my life, at least for a couple of years.

i'd like to say i ain't afraid

oh well, the chips are on the table. and God is in control.

had some good times catchin up with frens and family and folks in hospital. Feelin unfit. i resolve to go joggin at the beach tml. It feels so strange. I want to move. I want to do, act, be... suddenly i need to wait. I feel out of place. even here i have nothing to say. Recently i think i've only been tidying up the corners of my life. here where i suddenly have the time and space to hear myself think, nothing occurs to me. i feel anti-social, but i don't want to be. Its a time i just want to sit n listen to you, yeah u... u reading this now... don't look around, u know im talkin to you... cos im feeling im running out of things to say for myself.

RESULTS WILL BE OUT THIS WEEK! *cough* invite me out for drinks now *cough*

I'm starting to work on my personal project, a feature-length movie which i hope to direct someday. Even tho it sounds like a long-term plan, in reality the current motivation is that i just need to keep myself buzzing to prevent the cobwebs from building up.

gettin comfort from songs by Jars of Clay

Art in Me

Images on the sidewalk speak of dreams decent
Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone

In your picture book Im trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, see the art in me

Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
Tales of broken souls, an eternitys been won
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again

In your picture book Im trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, see the art in me

ian wong beats around the bush@ 12:38 AM (0) comments

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

+ milkshake +

damn i realize after being away for a month that all recent posts make me look like some emo kid... time to inject some randomness...

Original:
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they’re like, “It’s better than yours”
Damn right, it’s better than yours
I could teach you, but I’d have to charge

Old English:
Mine milkshake bringeth all yon gentlefolk to mine yard
and lo they reply ” ‘Tis better than thine…
“Verily, ’tis better than thine!”
I could apprentice thee, but I wouldst levy a fee

Literal:
My whipped iced dairy drink brings the attentions of many males to my place of residence and/or employment,
and they declare that its quality far surpasses that of yours.
Absolutely, it far surpasses yours.
I could convey to you the proverbial recipe, but I would have to demand compensation.

Limerick:
Through stereophonic tubes
Comes a girl rapping mixes and grooves
and though you would think
Her topic was iced drink
It’s really all about her boobs

Haiku:
Boys, drawn to my yard
Their words in chorus singing
Your milkshake loses

ian wong beats around the bush@ 1:21 AM (0) comments

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

+ movin out of KR day +

room A414 is now empty.

i pray that goodbyes aren't forever.

had hoped to pass this day without emoing, but after the sweat is past and the bags are packed and the car is in full gear speeding along back home... cant help but remember every face i saw today.

sigh.

ian wong beats around the bush@ 1:00 AM (0) comments

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