The went-by week

Week-went-by with the discovery of a few slices of heaven, and if it keeps up this good form we'll find enough of it to make a heaven cake that should be ready by the end of Lent.

I'm a city person. I like having something to do, having crowds of people to feel lost in, the tremulous murmurs of an urban heartbeat. and when it's all gone, to see 'the aged and empty streets too dead for dreaming' (i should have quoted from sound of silence but mr tambourine man is good enough.)

In the city, to see the cleaners and the river flowing placidly, and still the river runs. Where its quiet at night but everywhere people are still working in the UOB Building and partying at Centro. And damn if I had a car. I would go to Changi more, where the food is great, there are pieces of wig from the scalps of transsexuals, and a bit of the activity of recruits booking out, and Channel News Asia covering the Tekong incident. The haunted colonial era buildings and the Changi Sailing Club at night. Where, walking down the boardwalks to the fish traps and the few people fishing, and the stairs leading straight down to the water where the first steps are covered in barnacles and green moss and the accumulated toll of the waves, although lapping gently then, could have been fiercer in times of storm and thunder, have resulted in little chips. A lagoon, which although probably piss or shit or ship waste infected, in better times, a place for kids to swim while their parents indulged in rather more bourgeoise pleasures. Trip over lines and sinkers, and set up the rod, and just sit there, an excuse to talk. Even a small mobile water slide and diving platform. And a line of floating buoys demarcating the lagoon from the world unknown and dangerous to small kids.

Pan forward to the kelong and Malaysia's hills in the background. Even in this deathly quiet, the imagined sunrise is too beautiful for words, and it is the imagined dawn that will keep you awake until morning, as we discuss perhaps the best angles to capture the sunrise in the morning. Another boardwalk branches off somewhere and it is known as 'Sunset Walk'. It branches again, one up the hill towards the chalets, a small archaic staircase which would be good for making out if you don't mind mosquitoes, to a group of rocks which would require you to climb over the railings to get to, where you can take nice touristy photos on the rocks, which are linked to the boardwalk by a precariously perched wooden plank. And it leads, fittingly, to the End, a square the size of a room, on stilts above the low tide, where you can have a good view of it all.

'Where are we now?' Yishun, or Sengkang probably on the left, because those lights have to be HDB flats, and I don't recall JB being so built out. And, there is the characteristic red dot on each HDB flat maybe to warn planes, and maybe that's why we're the little red dot. With the rest of mainland Singapore on our left, you can only conclude that North is either Malaysia or Ubin. To the Northeast is Tekong, and a frantic scene of activity. It is a sea that is vaguely familiar, due to previous canoeing trips and our coastal hook exercise. The low tide and the land breeze combine to make patterns on the water. Some parts which are shallower show noticeably more variations in rippling and you can almost imagine a shelf of sand about to stick out of the water.

Then, and only then, you know why heaven is often referred to as a place and not a feeling. (I should write this shit for the STB. Fuck reverse bungee jumping.)

On another note.

'Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup.'

How can endless rain fit into a paper cup? As Adidas says, Impossible is potential, Impossible is temporary, Impossible is Nothing.

Fuck. Just do It. Simple.

Nike has a better slogan. Even f.c.u.k is cool by virtue of its name. Perhaps John Lennon really doesn't mean anything. It is still a compelling image, because it is an oxymoronic one, but it makes sense. You can imagine rain flowing and flowing into a paper cup, just that it won't stay in. The first few do. It is happening even now! The page is a cup, and the words are the rain.

On the other hand, I have had to turn off my phone because someone keeps calling every 5 minutes. Plus the lack of sleep induced by beauty only lad me to a terribly grumpy mood after I gave my all for the driving lesson.

And the 2 hours of sleep in between. It is when you sleep tired, don't even realize you're sleeping, wake up 2 hours later to find everything the same, ( no sun has risen, the air-con is still on, i am still on the bed where i was), and to wake up not feeling tired although the sleep is not enough. Like what Tony Leung must have felt waking up on the psychiatrist's couch.

Compare with long sleep after long tiring day yesterday. Dreams of leaving the contents of my entire room inside my OCS bunk, trying to shift it one by one back into my room, dreaming of losing all my books and stuff(which I eventually will) and having to hire K.C Dat to do the moving. I will have to face up to it soon when I am supervising the office moving.

I've looked at clouds from both sides now (Joni Mitchell)

As someone said, Joni Mitchell was a horse. There was no way she coulda taken that amount of drugs and still do a concert. And it did her in.

And going up the elevator to Cineleisure, this finally played. The Linda Ronstadt version too.

Desperado,
Why don't you come to your senses
You've been out riding fences
For so long now,

Oh you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons,
These things that are pleasing you
can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
And it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only one the ones that you can't get

Oh, Desperado
You ain't getting no younger
Your pain and your hunger
Are driving you home

And freedom, O freedom
Well that's just some people talking
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time
The sky won't show and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losing all your highs and lows
ain't it funny how the feeling goes away.

Desperado,
you've got to come to your senses
come down from your fences
open the gate
It may be raining
But there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you
let somebody love you
Before its too-oooh late.

It's been a gargantuan entry, but I've been doing gargantuan papers so its only appropriate. and this doesn't have any footnotes!