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i rmb my mar-der few days ago show me the during breakfast the headlines, show the petronas towers the haze covering it like a blanket. (i seriously doubt dat the above was a proper english sentence, but oh just fuckit) according to the article they say this yr’s m’sia kena but the haze bypass s’pore. whilst walking home thru the estate just now, i wondered. bypass s’pore. does it make a diff? beginning yesterday, everywhere i see pple everywhere set up their backyard furnaces n burn burn burn. burn here burn there. i’m not against their beliefs or wad, but at least they shd choose sensible spots to set up their altars n offerings. the way i see it, some inconsiderate pple position all their pai pais right in the middle of the footpath, as if beckoning pple to set over them. then pai pai already finish, just leave the ashes like that exposed all n sundry to rain, wind n weather. the wind blow just now n the ashes flew straight into our clean laundry that we hang up to dry. now we haf to wash all our linen all over again. give chinese traditions a bad name. no wonder kids these days distance themselves from all these kind of things.
today was art day. spent most of the day chionging my coursework. as a result, all my other hw r pending. listening to flamenco music while painting is way cool i can tell u. as the hypnotic tones of the guitar fill the room, the haunting rhythms n evocative solo voices mingle wif the ochres n blues of the fresh paint. i am immersed in art. i am transported to a distant, exotic land. by day i am awed by the fiery facades n the mystical ambience of spanish cathedrals. by night, guided by moonlight, i wander thru the quiet alleyways n patios of old silent, forgotten city streets. my feet planted on cobblestones ravaged by time n space, i move unseen, there in a place where no one appeared.
n a deserted spanish square, i lay sleeping there, without support yet with support, suspending all my senses.
in a breeze from the fanning cedars, all things ceased. n i went out from myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 10:15 PM
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