Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Friday, March 25, 2005
 
Neverland

"There is nothing settled, nothing staid in this universe" - Virginia Woolf

If time never did move,
I would not ever have to die.
I could live a million more sighs.

If time never did move,
I would not ever have to proceed.
To pastures less verdant.

If time never did move,
I would not ever have to persist.
In dreadful endless struggles.

Yet...

Time gave me the swing.
And the swing gave me the time.
As I languished and pried open the coffin lid,
I saw a cadaver me,
swinging to the music; (Hold that thought)

perusing the algebra,
Hamlet by the side.


Time gave me the rhyme,
and copacetic replaced fine.
But I still went. *wrenched my heart*
I continued to whine auld lang syne.
I still sighed - - in a frivolous fashion.
And I had to see the dreadful.

Until I realised,
I don't need a Piper so.

Change is the only constant in life


Time chased away my lonesome nights,
and my mendicant pleas.
And then there were three months valid,
where I thought I'd rather be janitor.
But there were souls that kept me away.

Just as much I'd loathe The Wretched Blues,
I could finally walk away. Go.


Time gave me the bass.
I don't know how Hao it is.
But the smattering of kisses we shared.
That was the only music we made,
there and by the bed, babe.

And then, time could move on outside my bubble.
And I couldn't care less now.


And so...

If time never did move,
I would never have met you.

And if time never did move,
I would never have met all of the other you s.



cuRRent...jer
Me. Shandy. Joulenaeir. Hao. Family.
SJI. MI. YJC. and the other musicians. I'm lovin' it.

*There was the interregnum that da capo is prohibited.






 
Monday, March 14, 2005
 
Testimony

"There is something about Jeremy."



To Whom It May Concern:

Chua Jiakai Jeremy is an extraordinary student, albeit mired in a series of unfortunate circumstances. Apart from familial complications, he suffered from school refusal. Despite that, he managed to engage in the activities that kept him sane. He is a passionate musician and a writer, a person with strong ideas. He once said "Idealism needs no practicality; it requires empowerment". If his ideals are not empowered by the institution that could utilise and develop his talents, it would be a terrible waste of this youth energy and innate abilities that Jeremy is pregnant with. He is sick of being depressed and tied down by the emotional barrage of his surroundings and is all ready to work hard to reclaim the wings of the interred glory he have been endowed with.

I understand that his results will be hard to justify. However, as a person who suffered from school refusal and perenial depression, he have had extenuating circumstances. I do not think he should be raised on the bier just because of that results slip. He is a person who has shown capabable of procuring academic results. Even for his Music and English, there is an inadvertant twist to the rightful acheivement meant to be his. He definitely could intergrate well into the college he is to enter, no matter how challenging for him. His penchant for music is so strong, he should be given the chance to do MEP as a classical vocalist - - a defintie addition to the "vibrant" school community he will join. He would also be an asset as a musician for anything musical, ie. choir, band,jazz band, etc. with his experience and talents.

He is a cut above the rest and many could vouch for it. He is independent, witty, brilliant, and a thinker-outside-the-box. He is engaged with determination and walking away from a sad history; he is a wizened youth ready to do much good. Because he is such as so, he should be doing what he wants to do.

I am inundated with vicissitude.
I write, albeit aimlessly.
I sing, sometimes Haydn, sometimes Sinatra.
I plonk things, black and white.
I study. I teach. I play hard to get.
I spout, not too exotorically.
I am where angels fear but love to tread.
I lie, poised and ready to die.
Just like you. Just like you.


cuRRent...jer
 
Sunday, March 13, 2005
 
Requiem

For all that have had been said and done, MI remains only a palliative to the excruciating days of The Wretched Blues. But the people that I have gotten to know there, will probably be the most amazing people I will ever have to meet in my ostensibly abbreviated lifespan. Well...some insight...

Vanessa (05B11) - My co-class rep. Apart from being the "stupid IJ girl who got hit by the ball", she demonstrates that she is always ready to care for the people around her. Slightly overwhelmed by her wealth of emotions, she is a joy to watch when she is her animated, bubbly self.

JK (05B11) - Needs no elaboration. He's so puny I could just run him over with my nephew's new perambulator. (Go huh!? What's a perambulator?)

Aloy ( OG 2) - His idiosyncracies are attractive enough. A bold soul.

Jo (OG2/ o5B11) - Jolene. Witty and brilliant. What more?

Merissa (OG2/ 05B11) - Always mistaken. Either because her ethnicity is really screwed up or she looks really confusing. And the phrase from a certain bugger that did describe her to an ineffable extent "mutated phillipino maid"...hmmm...but she is such a sister, always so holy with her halo and nice to be with.

Justin Jap ( OG3/ The Class next door) - The guy with the taut ass. The guy whom I always walk behind of.

Jlai (O5B11) - The one who contrived the "Turbanator". A failed romantic - - the kind of guy who would probably mistake tampoons for ear plugs.

Andrew (O5B11) - Disgustingly smooth skin. SK II anyone?

Ruth (OG2) - A shorter version of Merissa. Albeit wilder and slightly less bimbotic.

JingYun (O5B11) - She's the Nicole Kidman. I'm the Ewan. Some of you might go, "wait, something is terribly wrong." Maybe.

Aud (O5B11) - Soong's friend. Very sweet.

Sammantha (O5B11) - Also Soong's friend. Slut. Period.

Soong (O5B11) - She's the salsa dancer. I'm the salsa salesman.


The list goes on and on. I will be back to complete it.


cuRRent...jer
 
Saturday, March 12, 2005
 
Missing

I think I misplaced my hymen somewhere again. Will go check the lost and found counter later.

cuRRent...jer
 
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