Saturday, February 28, 2009
look for the silver lining.
Django Reinhardt :)
skool's rather alright i guess but i still want to appeal. don't ask why i keep saying it.
friday was the first day of hockey training super fun ! im staying in hockey. i hope to play for a div this year i reaaally reallly hope.
posted : 8:30 PM
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
jimi hendrix.
BE INSPIRED :)i wish life was just all about rock n roll and guitars.
IF ONLY IF ONLY
damnn dammnn damnn
jimi hendrix: coolest cats alive. chao.
posted : 6:06 AM
like any other day :)
i dont think i have to explain what the pic says la huh. im so tired :(haha. today was sucha tiring day. LOL very confusing also
lol navvin funny man. i've realised that it's a very very very small world everyone seems to knw everyone in some way or another. FUNNY.
this guy in the bus was telling his mate this so called joke. hey what did the tortoise say to the bunny.
hey bunny u look cute.
fucking lame! LOL.
well im really dam shaaggggggeddddd.
today was like any other normal skool day..then after that went for trials at sccc. well dont knw if u can call it trials to start with grant seeemed okay. LOL.
happens to be my skool coach. well im gonna train hard i hope i can play for club!!!
i dont knw yet and jus hope jus hope. pretty rusty cus i havent played in a while but i guess it'lll be okay in a few days or a weeek
paul's jus too shy. LOL. nvm i wont say her name.
well, im still kinda cconsfffuessssedddd whether to appeal out or not. dammmn it!
the new way of saying excuse me.
: excuuu meee hor.
wahh come on mannn.
how sexy is that !
anyway back to skool tmrw..
fuckk! im like ECONS REP mann dammitttt.
haha seems like im gonna end up making a fool of myself in every econs lecture. grreeeeeaaaattttt. well thats alll for todaaaay. i dont like the idea of having to get up and GO ALL THE WAY to woodlands its soooo faaaar :(:(
I MISS YOU NICOLETTE :(
posted : 5:58 AM
Monday, February 23, 2009
WES MONTGOMERY. :)my idol.
one day il play like you. i HOPE.
many ppl from e younger generation find jazz and the blues boring there's only a handful who really appreciate it. these guys were the very foundation of our music!
so cheers to them!
if only there were guitarists who culd make the guitar play melodies and sing songs so lovely that it brings peace to the soul of whoever listening. god bless.
posted : 8:06 PM
wow' its beeen hell ling along.
well well what'dya now. its the lil' mans bday tdyy. happy bday kathik!well, ive been posted to innova. i kinda miss blogging alot. lol. hahaaaaa
im tryna cope with the studies theree thinking of REALLy dropping out dont think i can cope. its such a hassle.
it's not that i dont have the drive to work hard it's jus that i dont wanna end up repeattyiing my darn j1 and end up being PEGASUS. as these innovians bluntly put it. hahaa.
well,
il be going to singapore poly to appeal soon!
chemical engineering we were supposed to be together. i didnt think in a million years that i wuld get posted here all my choics to the e poly have been rejected and it SUCKS.
OKAY IT SUCKS.
dad was like so happy when he found out i got posted to innova. he's like
not bad son your going to be doing your a's.
well i guess it's not bad after ALL
but hey!
it's nothing compared to sa.
sa was the SEX
i'll never forget my years at sa i miss it so mucch. the culture the lifesttyle.
ahhh.
sometimes i wish that i'd studied harder and got to sajc.
urghhh!
posted : 7:56 PM
WOW it's been years.
posted : 7:45 PM
Friday, December 5, 2008
lol. spanish poem.
Entresuelo
Un ropero, un espejo, una silla, ninguna estrella, mi cuarto, una ventana, la noche como siempre, y yo sin hambre, con un chicle y un sueño, una esperanza. Hay muchos hombres fuera, en todas partes, y más allá la niebla, la mañana. Hay árboles helados, tierra seca, peces fijos idénticos al agua, nidos durmiendo bajo tibias palomas. Aquí, no hay mujer. Me falta. Mi corazón desde hace días quiere hincarse bajo alguna caricia, una palabra. Es áspera la noche. Contra muros, la sombra lenta como los muertos, se arrastra. Esa mujer y yo estuvimos pegados con agua. Su piel sobre mis huesos y mis ojos dentro de su mirada. Nos hemos muerto muchas veces al pie del alba. Recuerdo que recuerdo su nombre, sus labios, su transparente falda. Tiene los pechos dulces, y de un lugar a otro de su cuerpo hay una gran distancia: de pezón a pezón cien labios y una hora, de pupila a pupila un corazón, dos lágrimas. Yo la quiero hasta el fondo de todos los abismos, hasta el último vuelo de la última ala, cuando la carne toda no sea carne, ni el alma sea alma. Es precioso querer. Yo ya lo sé. La quiero. ¡Es tan dura, tan tibia, tan clara! Esta noche me falta. Sube un violín desde la calle hasta mi cama. Ayer miré dos niños que ante un escaparate de maniquíes desnudos se peinaban. El silbato del tren me preocupó tres años, hoy se que es una máquina. Ningún adiós mejor que el de todos los días a cada cosa, en cada instante, alta la sangre iluminada.
Desamparada sangre, noche blanda, tabaco del insomnio,triste cama.
Yo me voy a otra parte. Y me llevo mi mano, que tanto escribe y habla.
posted : 7:24 PM