Gesamtkunstwerk

with the voice of a veritable vahine.
crooning "yoo-ou-uu" into my ear.
only to me, to me, and me, on repeat for 2-hour stretches.
as we're sealed together intimately within my earphones.

yoo-ou-uu, soft and only
yoo-ou-uu, lost and lonely
yoo-ou-uuuu, strange as angels

yoo-ou-uu, soft and only
yoo-ou-uu, lost and lonely
yoo-ou-uuuu, just like heaven

20 cents-deep.

that is to say, as a 20 cent coin is thick.

some time ago 2 years back, i figured the purpose of this blog had evolved into gauging the little stops of life. time was never on my side for me to properly write all the stuff i wanted to write. so here i am again, with too many things to say, but unlike the previous times i'll keep it short. little snippets of memories for me to look back on, little glimpses of my life for u to catch:

• the thrill of banging ff7's battle theme on the piano (the soundtrack for tifa's church fight in advent children, so by some weird, far-shot association u could say i'm banging tifa on the piano) - 3 pages so far.
  
• the stoned amazement when i thought i could hold 5 jd+cokes.
  
• the series of 8 toilet excursions when i realized i actually couldn't.
  
  
• the vacuum of midnight, at 120 on the empty highway, with roxette on the radio.
  
• on a separate occasion, running full-tilt into a speed block and having the bastard policeman REACH FOR MY WALLET - AFTER - the obligatory bribe. i told him very gently to fuck off.
  
• this was on the night of the king's coronation so daulat my balls, tuanku!
  
  
• zaheer takes time out to decipher my nick YKISCB1L.
  
• slipknot tries their hands at the YKISCB1L riddle. i think it's time for a change.
  
• eunice, i think, comments on how Gesamtkunstwerk looks a lot like "Getbacktowork".
  
• a sunday night, well-spent in the land of nod.
  
• asking what's "progeny"? and being told to look it up: offspring/issue/outcome.
  
  
• joy of piet hein's grooks:
  "naive you are
  if you believe
  life favours those
  who aren't naive."
  
  
• trivia for the day: the longest graffiti was over 4000 words. and why u shouldn't mess with graffiti writers.
  
• on the same site, a war journal entry laced with twisted, disturbing, morbid irony. i like.
  
• sharing opinions and general cocktalk on some seriously. good. photography. link credits go to shyng.
  
  
• been mahjongging quite a bit: the elation of a previously la za wu turned round into a bao wu anyway. the shaky disbelief of a tin wu. the zi-mo full-words wu. blocking a potential dai sam yun.
  
• and the geramness of the countless other losses.
  
  
• thinking i've grasped at least soooome aspect of this copywriting cal. and then falling totally flat.
  
  
• whoop-de-doo for spidey3 free ticket. and the venom killjoy. not enough venom jaws, fangs, slime-dripping tongue and overall screentime. yes venom fans... u Will be displeased.
  

there - each condensed line a potential blogpost in itself. all becoz of lack of time. and to end, very aptly... we had a party for daiyee's bday and we were gin-ning like the true house-of-chew members we were, when i suddenly saw this photo. km, kl, kw, younger, smaller, on a white swing, grinning like the world was still young. and i could only pick it up with both hands, and hold it 1 foot from my face. and just stare. where has the time gone?