monster. in more ways than 1.

update: am so not feeling like i was a troll. certain events have transpired that assured me that prior response to sacking member of my crew was not warranted. he came back to haunt me with small crap. ok so now i am assured that i did the right thing in sacking said person.

on the flipside, if i was sacked, i guess i would make hell for past employer too. hmmm...

present (to second) mood: confusion.... :(

add multiple rerun of the banal depression ads that for some odd reason has been plaguing my tv screen. (f-ing me for paying scv late again, i guess)

equals me feeling that day was very oddly spent.

was trawling through me poems to prep for something fun i've been planning for these few days, checking for materials that could come in handy for a remix, or just checking for me crappy grammar and i found stuff that i haven't read for ages. namely:

this, which cy slipped to santa clara review (u are too sweet to a procrastinator)

Local Birds

Arrivals from the west,
a party of egrets strapped in white,
come to perch professionally in one perfect row
on the cold railings of the local canal.
They are early today, and the tide is still up.
Even the old men with their Tai-chi music
are not here yet.
So they check their feathers and rehearse their speeches.
On the opposite bank, a gang of crows
in gleaming black jackets and hungry looks,
gather with their loudhailer cries
to hurl vulgarities at the egrets,
intent on usurping their authority.
The egrets pretend not to hear;
they know with experience,
their beaks are no less sharp.
It was hard to tell in the early light,
with the tide not fully receded yet,
but already the guppies are herding
into separate shallow pools.
You can almost swear,
every single one has a ticket and a pencil
and everyone’s ready to decide
which sides they will die for.

and this (for first fruit's upcoming improbable heroes, which has been upcoming for a long x 2million too long time.)

The Daily Train Ensemble

Mat Rock
in his army No. 3
and nothing to do
on the daily train home
can’t resist showing off
taking his air guitar
out from under his sleeves.

A touch to test the strings
a glance left to right
then it starts
he strums it for all he’s worth
like he really knows how to play.
Maybe he does.

Then one by one
his backup band always arrives on time
a standard Joe to the left
drums an even beat
on his leather briefcase.

The Janes to the right and either sides
provide the backup vocals
as they pull in their individual jackets
eyes closed, quiet lips and faded lipstick
to complete the song.

Old man John Doe right to the back
watching the full ensemble
with the “been there, done that” look
taps his stick
to check if he can still hear
notes in a comfortably bitter voice
to check if he can still sing:

“One hit wonders”

mostly to himself.

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haha, cute. but time to change my topics to something new, am so sick of always writing the same few themes. so boring. as if being stuck in my pressure cooker job and no hols in sight isn't enough. maybe write a few happy sesame street meet power puff girls type? eh...god i hope not.

oh, i just recently had an interesting idea, delirium from fever was useful afterall. am going take some time out soon to try it out. wish self luck. as in to find excuses to "chao" work.

on a totally unrelated note: went trawling blogs again, happened on this xanga site with this x100 very cute chickedee with a extremely addictive song on her blog, i happened to be playing r.e.m's the great beyond, and her site's song just took over. not that i minded. i so want the name of the song. but .. heehee, too shy to ask, because wait she think i big buaya. :)

gaston ur assistance here is hereby requested.

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listening to: the verve - the drugs don't work. bummer, my sin poong "may cause drowsiness" pills don't do jack! so disappointed.

reading: a brunch of things: santa clara review vol 90 no. 2 (for narcissistic reasons), selected ted hughs' poems (because i am borrowing sylvia from the video shop tomo) and the lyrics to james blunt's dreary dreary songs (because of the multiple depression ads on the telly, i figure, if u got to go, might as well go all the way!)

ps. haha, my niece just called, my dad's cooing into the phone. she's so damn adorable. next post i will put her cute pics up. (shit, am getting that settledown yesyes committment good feeling again...)


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