Thursday 27 May 2010

Hall Room musical :scene 1

What's so amazing,
That keeps us stargazin'?
And what do we think we might see?

Was just looking at the stars on my way home and was once again captivated like i always am. And the stars brought me to those old days where i tried to catch one of them and trap them in my hands. And yeah. That star wasn't there.

But,

Someday we'll find it,
The rainbow connection,
The lovers, The dreamers, and me.

Its still me, Strumming my guitar ever so tenderly, wrapping my hands around her slender neck. And then.

I looked at the world,
and i know it is turning.
Still my guitar, gently weeps.

Till next time, my friends.

Monday 24 May 2010

Sunday 16 May 2010

About missing home.

I thought i wouldn't. But here i am. Thinking bout the green green grass of home, strumming my ukulele and blowing my harmonica. You know like how the greatest of dams could be fell by the smallest of holes. The waves of emo could be triggered by the smallest means, by the smallest familiar scent of home, which did not came from home at all. Or by the striking of a mis-played chord, the same one I played lying on my queen sized bed, staring at my unevenly painted green walls. Or the wind hitting me at a specific angle and speed, fooling my nerves into believing i was on my couch once more, reading a book or listening to a song. And sometimes, it need no trigger at all. Just suddenly from the back of your brain, Mr Wong-Inside says Hi.

And then you think about home. About whether your walls are still green. If the carpet you wanted for your room is already in your room. Whether dust has been collecting on your books, or your bed. Or did your parents white sheet everything, as though you no longer belonged to this world. And did they lock the door, maybe to spare themselves the thought of you being overseas, and if they did, would it be forever? And if they didn't, is it now a guest room, open for all walks of life to rest in, to flip through your carefully sorted by author and alphebet books, or your closet, and all the bones you hide in it. And will they sweep under the bed and the table, to find pieces of you left behind, pieces you don't even notice you've left behind.

And then you think more about home and the people. What did they cook yesterday? Is it vegetarian? What happened to the colour lights of the living room, or the computer to which you hold the master password. And the kitchen, and that all so familiar sight of mum, and that all so wonderful scent of vegetables frying in a pan, or soup in a pot, or cake in the stove. And then you think about the food you're having here, and suddenly everything seems too salty, or too oily, or too bland, or too tasteful, or tasteless, or sweet, or sour. And Someone cooked you what you want, and you still feel something's missing though you can't tell what. And then the piano, do your sister still play it, that loud annoying song that rings through the whole house. And is that player on the altar still working, do it still play? And do we still have sports on TV when i return? If i return.

And you think outside your home. Is that tree still there, or that empty field, have they started building something there. And your friends, do they still hang out at the same places, is the macs still 24/7. Do they still get the front 4 rows seats in the cinema, and who gets the spoilt com during LAN now? or do they LAN at all.

And then you think. and you think. and you think.

And you say damn.
I'm not supposed to be missing home at all.

And you shrug.
And say 'Oh wells'

And life goes on.

Till nxt time.

Monday 10 May 2010

Hello. Its been long once again.

It is customary for me to ask a question like 'have you ever felt this' or 'have you ever felt that'. But I am not going to this time. For I believe everyone has. And should have, felt as though he is standing against crashing waves, which seeks not to break you, not to destroy you by its brute force, but to drown you in its swirling currents and overlapping tides. Suddenly when the waves of studies and social life and the future comes crashing down on you, you feel not that you are not strong enough to stand up to them all, just not tall enough to stand above them all.

No wonder medicine students have the highest suicide rates.