Nothing like a dose of Moonspell to set you writing, half to midnight. It was hard though, to put on music. I realized, that before this instance I have not touched my iPod in 2 weeks. That is heresy, and frankly I would not be surprised if it has ceased to exist. And it's hard, I reiterate to put on the earphones and play music that comes from from without rather than from the inside, where the sound reverberates within your ears rather than your heart.
Neil Gaimen's American Gods is a profound book. I shall not analyse it, neither shall I give it critique nor commentary. I do not know if it's popular fiction but the getthisbookorelse switch was turned on the other day and without prior knowledge or context I bought this work and have been devouring it as much as it has been devouring me.
Neil Gaiman's American Gods is about a journey. If I say anything else I might be crucified for mis-interpretation, and such is the value of the work. But yes, I think everyone (together now) can agree that it is about a journey. A man called Shadow's journey.
I have been on a journey. This year was a long one. I've done things that I have never, I didn't do things that I had..Good, bad, Dean's list -con Camp..
Why the hell did I write Dean's list con camp. They're meaningless. false gods. Duality shit.
Gaiman interjects expletives beautifully. I understand now, why expletives are called expletives. Because, accurate and selective use of expletives makes things clearer, brighter, easier to comprehend, and well, explicit.
The holidays are ending. Tommorow school starts and my life has to run on clockwork again. Excuse me. My life has to start running on clockwork. I have to start running again. The haze was a lame excuse to stop running and tommorow I have to start shoving everything else away except for what was that again, oh grades. and 42 points. and, oh life in general. I may allow myself to finish the book though.
Paddy Clarke HaHaHa.
I apologize for the seemingly pensive and sacarstic (seemingly?!) nature of well, whatever you see here, for I am merely adopting a cold, grey outlook to the cold, grey outside outside. The journey has ended and another is beginning, the holidays and honeymoons are over, the sky is overcast and the air smells of freshly brewed coffee and the aroma of education.
When I open my Selmer Paris case again in the coming months, it will be for the Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) IB Wind Orchestra. Not for Coast, not for the resident acsi jazz band whohasntdecidedaname, not for anyone.
When I look up again, all I can see are only notes splattered on a sheet and baton attached to a hand, moving as music does. Not my comrades whom the music is for, not a roaring crowd, not the Eagles who watch over us, not for anyone.
When I feel the music, I must remember to sit 'one-third of my chair', lest my posture is wrong and my minor third is three cents too flat. I may tap my feet, if circumstance permits. No spasming out on stage like caffiene on crack from New Orleans or enjoying life so much that holding notes become jazz. No dancing on stage, no standing up. Not for yourself, not for anyone.
When I look beside me, I would be seeing stoned faces in matching navy, blowing their faces off yet maintaining expressions that belie a death in a family. Nondescript. Not the rest of Coast, not Feli,Kwong or April, not people, not humans, not anyone.
I've said enough. It's getting late, school starts tommorow, I have some reading to do and I will miss these times, etched, like two ravens in thought and memory.
Delivered at 11:07 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile