speaking words of wisdom.

erica, pleading for help on history assignment:

"[22:19:21] erica*harpist says:
i'm surrounded by year 2 history majors and i think the cold war is a fight between penguins and polar bears so you get the picture."

haha. :) polar bears and penguins. i root for them penguins! :)

it's difficult to catch up with people's lives sometimes, when you barely have time to keep up with blogs and all. but i also realise that i miss all the people overseas a hell lot. and secretly i'm jealous because i wanna be overseas too. in the words of seymour "someone gimme my shot, or i'll rot here."

no little shop today. it's dark night, obviously a concept lost on me because i was supposed to have rested but had to go to school. bummed. i should hit the sheets soon. i havent actually seen little shop, and i'm absolutely buzzing with excitement to see it on wed when i get my comps, though i gave them away and bought myself a ticket. :) i love the puppet. i've seen it and it REALLY LOOKS VERY NICE. will take pictures and upload :)

i had a lot of thoughts to pen down tonight, but now i'm not sure what those thoughts were already. i'm gonna get out of control, and just type.

i've read 3 plays in the past weekend and concluded that eugene o'neill may be great, but he really is a drag to read. i tried to finish long day's journey into night (which would have been no.4 and an accomplishment) but i was thwarted at the start of act 2, because it really is kinda going around in circles, and very depressing. knowing that it was autobiographical just made me feel really sad for o'neill. i think it takes alot to write a good play huh? blood, sweat, tears, hate, fear, anger etc. and then, you write, and young people across the globe log on to sparknotes.com and read the condensed version. and then you get suckers like me who prefer reading locally written plays than the american classic. cant help it. sometimes it's too much for me to take.

went to a granduncle's funeral, who i dont even remember was my relative. i just went. thank goodness there was no scuffle involving joss sticks and saffron robed monks.

on a separate note, researching on peranakan culture and i conclude it's fascinating stuff. i dont know how, but it led me to go look up what the meaning of "sukiyaki" was, because i like that song but i dont know what it meant. lyrics translated here:

I look up when I walk
So the tears won't fall
Remembering those happy spring days
But tonight I'm all alone
I look up when I walk
Counting the stars with tearful eyes
Remembering those happy summer days
But tonight I'm all alone

Happiness lies beyond the clouds
Happiness lies above the sky

I look up when I walk
So the tears won't fall
Though my heart is filled with sorrow
For tonight I'm all alone

(whistling, whistling)
Remembering those happy autumn days
But tonight I'm all alone

Sadness hides in the shadow of the stars
Sadness lurks in the shadow of the moon

I look up when I walk
So the tears won't fall
Thought my heart is filled with sorrow
For tonight I'm all alone
(whistling)

i knew it was bitter sweet, but i didnt think it would be SO bad. but i like it none the less. it embodies one thing which i'm beginning to pick up. the fact that a good song is one where the music, or the track, or whatever you call it backs up the meaning of the lyrics. it's not just 3 chords and a beat anymore. it's gotta have a link. and i'm bent now, on writing songs like that. not that i should be purposely forcing it out of course; it would take the fun out of it all. but yes. my song writing philosophy, i have learnt, shall change over time. that's what makes it exciting.

i am going to sign off, because my thoughts are blurry, which signals that i am tired and should head off to bed. before i sleep tonight i shall say a prayer, and hope that all will be well.

good night.

"though they may be hardened
there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer,
let it be."
- The beatles "Let it Be"



i hate when things are over, when so much is left undone.