Music hits me like a bolt from the bluest part of blue. Deep shades mixed with pale, swirling around each other and mixing till there is no distinction between light and dark, and all that remains is this vast sea of blue, calm and yet in the next second splashing all over me like a crazed man armed with a bucket of paint.
I was eating dinner, then a voice in my head, well just broke the analogue and said some indecipherable lyric about falling into stars and arms and the ilk. So I rushed home and tried to find that song, which I guess I must have heard on the radio, seeing that firstly I didn't have it, and secondly well it was on the radio so I doubt I have it. It was Simply Red, and well, Stars. Hmmm kenneth's listening to Simply Red? *checks temperature". But the song's great, and it's one of those songs that stick at the back of your head and pops out in sporadic intervals making you wanna listen to it again.
When I wake up in the morning everyday, there will be a song stuck in my head. It's very weird, like a hidden record somewhere in my hypothalamus continually repeating itself till I'm fully awake. I think I like the subconscious. Needa check with Kant on that though.
Yesterday when I was in school one of the custodians came up to talk. I'm not sure what was her name, but I see her all the time. Probably the most hardworking one at that. She asked me what I was doing in school at such an ungodly hour, and well the conversation sorta led, in halting chinese (me halting more) to her giving me advice on life. She told me to study hard so I can get out of Singapore and find a good job so I don't have to be a custodian like her. Being politically correct in these situations is an art form. All I could manage was a 'aiyah don't say like that' kinda response..Feeble, but necessary perhaps? She then said, no, really you guys have to get the good jobs. It's maddeningly competitive out there. And the government doesn't care. At least Lee Kuan Yew cared about us. Now that it's his son and who knows who you kids are gonna suffer because the PAP doesn't care anymore. So work hard and find a good job, ah boy.
Ah, boy. sounds like a double dose of negativity.
Delivered at 9:09 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