mossadance

[1] Morning Audio file.

track a. catfight - the wailing sounds that they make...ew. i wanted to stand and watch, to pout at how helpless the smaller cat is, being bullied by the bigger cat. Then, because im just watching, i realise that 'eh, actually, im the bigger helpless.' glancing at my watch, i move on. "natural selection." i shrug and i walk, i mean, i march quickly on, craning my neck for any sign of 'the bus'/ 'my bus' that might be 'there'.

track c. radio - i walk past the security guard on night duty. sure enough, he's guarding the night. the night of his dreams. snoring to john denver's "country roads", right on time for every beat. it must have taken a lot of concentration. who says money comes easy, right?

track d. chirping - sorry. i cannot resist. here's a callout to mingsing - the rising call of a bird. ok. the bird were chirping like it was the end-of-promos at birdschool. as i was walking along marymount terrace, they were soaring towards rjc. woah. the enthusiasm of getting to school! alright. i walk faster. "thanks for the encouragement, birds".

track d. anthem - i thought it was going to play on. the anthem tracks nowadays give you no hint. can't they have a unique 'ting' of a triangle, or a cool 'snap of the finger' at the final bridge before the anthem ends? that way, the national flag will know when to reach the top of the metal pole. "where it can go higher no more."

where's b. better leave it out. AHA. there it is. at the 'better' place. shrugs.

[2] Night Prose - going...uh...coming home. wait, that doesnt sound right. it should be "returning" home. yes.

some nights i scare myself with the way i cross the roads. it's like a freak version of john denver's 'country roads, take me home...to the place, i belong..'. it sounds so 'man-and-earth-harmonious-relationship' yeah? the urban roads take me home too. it's like walking on just because your legs have got to keep moving. like some mechanism. you can't start a nucleophilic substituition and try to halt it halfway. it's some instint thing. the nucleophile wont turn back. the traffic lights mean nothing to me cause all i see is glowing, warm shades of amber, red and green. i dont know whether the red and amber lights are for me or for the cars. i think i should follow the green light that cars usually follow, since there are no cars anyway. only the bright white headlights stop me. when i see them, i do the safest thing possible at that moment - walking the opposite way - and somehow, i end up home, along That familiar path. the headlights really do point me home. i wonder what im doing and why i never stop at a junction. inside of me, i wonder 'what-if' but i move on. it's only 'if', 'only if'.

haha. bleah. im hooked on jodi picoult's my sister's keeper. that (above) is the kind of lingo and imagery it contains. manymany hidden meanings and ok. that was an imitation good. am i trying too hard?

kmli blogged at 8/16/2006 07:53:00 PM

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