Another day another moon another sun...

I am sitting by candle light and computer light if you are interested to know... Reason : to save electricity in the house so that I am able to use the computer excessively... Right on, today was founders day, needless to say which school I am referring to, it is the 147th Founder's day and the best of all we have no bloody clue who are our founders... tsk... to imagine 147 years of celebrating, erm someone that founded the school without event knowing the bloody person. Sigh... so much for value added education ... I received a prize nonetheless for some drama thing that i was never initially involved, firstly because it was not my cca and secondly i just got roped in for fun... And so i got some piece of wood with metal stuck to it and yea, something along those lines. Right pacing on ... I still intend to post up pictures of my notebook though it is getting more tattered and torn day by day...lest it be totally destroyed by the time i am finished with it I would like to keep a somewhat memory of the book that i have kept ....

Right, so what dreary subject am i going to rant about today ? well to tell you the truth I have no real idea. So we will just go according to the flow ... OH OH!!! i should post up my poem ... kk wait ....it is slightly dark but... ah what the hell...

Drown their voices

they are nothing now,only

silent groans to the beating of drums.

engraved memory, excaberated

memory

all scars on my feet, callous.

Difficult to trod onward with blisters.

The eyes of horus

diamond eye,cough and the spit is

blood red

features monstrous tyger like.

Plath like, the gaseous state

the state of God.

immortal like Cain.

The floor has its pikes they plunge deep.

Silver days pass

making hell seem like a fleeting dream.

Everyday is my eternity,

break my bones, hook my flesh. inflict

the rod and whip, my skin the canvas.

Tear, blood

sweaty papers that yellow

post its that insignificant stuck on the wooden panel.

Fridge door and the

reminder, reminding, to remind.

There they are, chiseling my poignant memory

etching away at the stone. the pain and poison

drink it down with gin,

to your health and happiness.

Hallucinations

break apart millions and flee from me

the servant of beelzebub

under my cellar.

Unclean Unclean, the leper limps forward.

Right so what is the poem about ??? well it is up to you :D

My mind is a million fragments now, the Bipolar has finally killed off my mind, the inspiration flows from fits of anger and the anguish that i have. The pain pain pain that everyday i am suffering for a cause that is not worth fighting for. My life is still the mystery that i am still searching out. Many of you would call this teenage angst or perhaps even dismiss it as the mad rantings of a mindless man. But i plead the reader to not dismiss the humble beginnings of this insane artist.

I have never believed in the subduing of a human being, That every human being has not just the rights to live but also the rights to speak up and say what they want to say. HOWEVER in this EXTREMELY timid society. We are just toooo passive to say anything. We are just too comfortable in our 4 to 5 room flats, in our condos and driving to work living the 9-5 job and all that stuff ... WHAT IS WITH THAT ?! Is our society too afraid of stepping beyond the bounds of societal norms. For example in Fashion, Hell... What fashion does Singapore have ? We are just imitators of the fashion world out there. Has Singapore ever created anything uniquely singaporean in the arts ? or hell have we even bothered to ? perhaps we have ... I agree there are certain parts that indeed we Singaporeans have done. But let us take a step back and look. for example, there is a current advertisement that annoys the hell out of me. It is the train advert with gurmit singh and stuff on it ... DO WE REALLY NEED THAT ?! are we as Singaporeans that stupid to not be able to understand that we neeed to give people right of way ? Perhaps sometimes we are, But to descend to such lengths to that advert ... we are sad sad sad... I have given up, I will design a new arts culture, I will add my own flair to this art development and carve my name on the walls of the arts house ...

Anyway ... end of rant... I will do something ...in the heat.