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you think you're chocolate

when you're chewing gum

2006-03-10

Greedily tearing off the yellow 'SALE: .90' tag

Today is a wheee!day:) Because I took half-day leave and came home to find that Jess tagged! Yoohooo siyu, once again, glad to see you're alive! hahaha.

I will not talk about the Future. I want to enjoy this moment, not having anything going for me, that sounds good:) Letting my life run away by itself while I'm desperately clutching its tail, going to wherever it wants to take me.

Half-day today was rather fruitful. And I declare that I shall seize the leftovers of it right now!!! Went cheap books hunting at Bras Basah, SALE SALE SALE screaming away, but you know sales are mostly cheaters cos you get alot of nonsense instead. That's where luck and hunting comes in. Heh.
For ten whimpy dollars, I procured (doncha just love the word, instead of bought/got? haha): A poetry collection of Yehuda Amichai, HARDCOVER. And Bel Canto by Ann Patchett. All gorgeous and unputdownable. Yays! Sometimes second/third/fourth hand books can be so eewy you feel like sterilising your fingers after you touch them. Haha. BUT the cool thing is finding 'souvenirs' inside them, things from the previous owners that give me a glimpse into the lives of these people who've read the same lines as you, and possibly felt the same emotions too. Until now, I've found: a postcard, a 4d ticket (exciting!), a list of presents to buy for sarah (who???) and a receipt from Marks and Spencer.

An excerpt from my new Yehuda Amichai book:) Pure bliss, this.

My life is the gardener of my body. The brain-a hothouse closed tight
with its flowers and plants, alien and odd
in their sensitivity, their terror of becoming extinct.
The face- a formal French garden of symmetrical countours
and circular paths of marble with statue and places to rest,
places to touch and smell, to look out from, to lose yourself
in a green maze, and Keep Off and Don't Pick the Flowers.
The upper body above the navel- an English park
pretending to be free, no angles, no paving stones, naturelike,
humanlike, in our image, after our likeness,
its arms linking up with the big night all around.
And my lower body, beneath the navel- sometimes a nature preserve,
wild, frightening, amazing, an unpreserved preserve,
and sometimes a Japanese garden, concentrated, full of
forethought, And the penis and testes are smooth polished stones with dark vegetation between them,
preceise paths fraught with meaning
and calm reflection. And the teachings of my father
and the commandments of my mother
are birds of chirp and song. And the woman I love
is seasons and changing weather, and the children at play
are my children. And the life my life.

Whoah. I typed that all out! Go me. I'm a pretty slow typist. Hope you loved it:) So shiok just typing it out and reading it in my mind again. Shall share more when I'm done.

Listening to Kings of Convenience, all acoustic and monotonous voices, perfect for lazy afternoons like this. I like! It didn't rain! shit. That would be perfect.

Ohwells, all dreams and back to earth very soon. Till then kiddos!

Yux chewed at 6:10 p.m.

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