I squeeze smiles out of you!

Saturday, December 10, 2005
1:41 am

I always seem to have swarms of ideas streaming through my brain in the day. Stuff that I'd like to put down in my blog at night. And every time I want to start blogging I lose these stealthy thoughts. Exhausted.

Why must people go ZoukOut what's so great about ZoukOut I don't want to go ZoukOut they think going ZoukOut gives you a glimpse into adulthood you don't have to go ZoukOut to be a better person I want to go ZoukOut. Delirious.

And so that sums up this week.

Was chatting in the bunk some time this week with Mr. Choir Maestro aka Resonemus. And what was so captivating was not so much the sharing of insights and theories but rather the pressing urge to emulate him. An effortless, resounding articulation can really help boost one's vocals, yes every single use of it. I want vocal lessons. And guitaring. Who wants to be more patient than me, now? Lee Ryans! Wanya Morris! Darren Hayes! David Tao! Anybody?!! Under-prepared.

Words carry with it so much potency. So actually, superstitious people have no problem understanding the important universal truth of living out what you confess. Stuff like "Don't say that! Very suay one, know?" And "Choi la, today won't happen la. Wash your mouth!" Ooo. Yay. Beeeeppppp. Only partially accurate, dearies. What about the positive charges? The bright qualities? The Sun through the clouds? The 'good fortune' and optimism in their speech? Their work ethic is that certain taboos are shunned. Fear. Accept and agree --> more.

SO MANY UPCOMING ACTIVITIES LEFT DISORGANIZED AND UNPLANNED. SO MANY PERSONAL AFFAIRS TO ATTEND TO. SO MANY PRESSING CONCERNS AND THEIR WRAPPING UP THAT ARE LONG OVERDUE. And oh, presents aren't used as puns anymore because they prioritize more psychological particles as personal palisades than in pursuing the presents' purifying purpose.

It is like hearing a faint "help" from within - as though it is more of a statement than a plea. That's it. No more self-reliance and fending for oneself with a guised certainty.

Come, January.

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