Song-Time..

Song Time

SoCo- She paints me Blue/ As you sleep
A Perfect Circle-The Nurse Who loved me
The Verve- Bittersweet Symphony(they used this for an Ad I think)
Dashboard Confessionals-Shirts and gloves/This Ruined Puzzle
Elliot Smith- Between the Bars(Was in Good Will... Never finished the film..)
Kings of Convenience-Manhattan Skyline
Nina Simone-Strange Fruit(Tori did a cover)
Radiohead-Street Spirit
Simple Plan-Untitled
Pink Floyd-Wish you were here
Tamia-Smile/ If I were you
Red House Painters- Shadows(Just LovelyLovelyLovely)
Ultimate Fakebook- A Million Hearts
Alanis Morissette- Perfect

And Bed time. Nights~

Chinese Restaurant Syndrome..

We went to this Sichuan restaurant for lunch today. LongJiang Chinese Ala Carte Buffet..

Barely 7 main dishes later
I felt my heart palpitating and I was close to having an asthma attack.
I was sorta wheezing and coughing.
My ears were flaming and my neck was red.
I thought I was having an astral experience lol
It was a weird heady feeling..

Sometimes reading too much Readers Digest on
"Symptoms to tell if you are having a heart attack"
Can be overly informative.
And it makes you worry too much
Anyway...

After about 6 little chinese teacups of Ka-pow..
I felt better..but my ears and neck was still red.


It subsided after a while and I resumed EATING..
well I did not know what caused this reaction.
(Could have been a-vistation
or a crack in the cosmos announcing my premature demise lol)


And so I googled what i felt.
Asthma Flushing MSG Seafood.

And Voila..
I got my answer "Chinese Restuarant syndrome"



AND WHAT AFTER SO MANY YEARS OF CHINESE FOOD AND ALL...
THAT RESTAURANT MUST HAVE BEEN POURING PACKETS INTO THEIR
FAUX SHARK'S FIN SOUP(WAS MORE LIKE EGG DROPSOUP)
OR
DEEP FRIED FISH DRIZZLED WITH DARK SOY SAUCE
OR
FRESH SCALLOP WITH XO SAUCE SERVED WITH ASPARAGUS,
OR
CRAYFISH WITH WITH FUJI APPLE SAUTED WITH MINCED GARLIC AND CHILLI,
OR
TENDER BEEF SLICES WITH CHINESE CHIVES
OR
GOLDEN PORK SLICES DIPPED IN ORANGE SAUCE
OR
WATERCRESS LIGHTLY SAUTED WITH SHRIMP(YAH haybee)

that was the LITTLE(ahem) I had before the attack..
OK ALOT.. (but the servings were quite small...
erm its SUNDAY can pigout more..
T'was MA's treat... :X(hehe excusesexcusesexcuses for gorging)

But seriously look what it did me...MSG overdose

I mean Eat fat..and Good expensive food nevermind..
Zi de (worth it)
BUT EAT FAT EXPENSIVE FOOD AND ALLERGY...
SO NOT WORTH IT.

The elders are benevolent.

She says she would not fall.
She says she stands tall.
She saysss.She sayssss.Shesayssssss
She knows.

The funnel leaves a gaping opening at the top.
Spreads wide.

Not strong.
She falls.

The foot of the hillock.
A screaming.

The silent foots of the steps of those that crowd around the foot of the hillock.
The crowds closed feet are gathered a watching.
Looking down at those eyes of guilt.

She fell.
Silent.They
The WAS scream.
The screams aren’t.
Now Silent.
But the WAS scream of the WAS fall.
Was loud.
Was appealing for help.

They wake the elders.
The elders are benevolent.

The crowd departs.
The guilty eyes guilt no longer.
The elders are present.
They have cleansed the girl.
She lies not a-breathing. Her eyes are in her hands.
The vocal cords ripped.
She still breathes.

Hands bloodstained rubbed on the dead leaves.
Picked by the lying body.

And they leave.
Back to bed.

I say sleep you go off to sleep I say.
The streets are a danger.
The eyes they lurk.
The ears they speak.
The mouth they blind.
The feet they lame.


And the lil ragdolls and gollywogs come a-marching.
Wretched.
Sparrows Falcons Frog and Earwigs come a- leaping.
Tinseled.
GoGo.GoGo.GO..

Sleep I say.
Resistant log weatheredbeatened
Nono.Nono.NO.
But they come. They wound.
They gnawspitguffawscreamglarecussdamnreprimandcommandtearscratch
Dripping joy acidic.
Oh your stony heart.

Thought Barred.
Senseless
Numbed.All Gone.

Nono.Nono.NO
Wretched.
Thought wrong.
All flawed.All the time.All here. Not gone.
Throwing confetti strips of honey gold a-glitter.
Blinding I. Me.
Pain.Stubborn I open.
For a moment.
Closed.
I remain.
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I learned about Gollywogs and Earwigs from Enid Blyton. So did you?

How can I not feel Loved. LOL.. Complete with COMMENTARIES and GRAPHICS

IF I SOUND MEAN I REALLY DON'T MEAN IT.
These kids are really sweet. I mean I just taught them for like a couple of days.
The ranged from Pri 1 to Primary 3 at most.
But then again...The older kids that I taught for half a year in a Secondary school were from another Universe and breed.They weren't that bad actually but i couldn't let them know that I was barely 2 years older than they were..but many soon found out actually..but then that again is another story...

There I go again being mean.. I think I can’t help it..AHHHH…

Complete with grammatical errors and commentaries.




Dear Miss beh, you are very pretty I wish you a happy teacher day.
you are the teacher. When every time you shout, I and EE ling was very shocked. I and EE ling is best Friend. Now it is a poem.

IF I am a bird I will fly.
IF I am a fish, I will swim.
IF I am a boy I will marry you.
If I am a girl, what could I do?
The END!!!

Why thank you my dears...And I am pretty..AWWWW
*twirls, prances and falls into a tangle*
And I SHOUT.. because you monsters are TOO NOISY
Also things like these make me wonder what cultures they are teaching in Primary school .. This POEM OF LOVE is given to me by 2 lil' girls. Sorry dearies polygamy ain't practised here and erm.. I ain't exactly into Lil girls.
KIDDINGGGGG~
Well I was sorely tempted to do the grammatical corrections and give it back to them. But I would be too cruel to shatter their little hearts.


Dear Miss Beh,
How are you? I’ am fine
Thank. Are you fine too.

I was very happy to see you. We hope you are our form teacher.next time. You are kind and nice. LMG,Hope you be happy always!and stay cute. LMG? means Last message Love you be very happy always.

And this was WEIRDLY given by a male pupil. He must love Hello Kitty and coloured pens A LOT.
And LMG… HOW CUTE IS THAT.







Dear :
Miss
beh
Hello Miss beh, I’m Jaclyn, RuiJing and Siew Hong. You are very kind you know? Do you see just now the letter that we give you?Will you come and teach us again.

If MR TAN is sick will you come and teach us again and again …
YOU FOR OK
You Please Promise Keep it!
Written by Jaclyn, Siew Hong and RuiJing
And on the other side in glittery pink ink
This is a secret purse OK.

And of all this is the CUTEST. Aww Jaclyn/Ruijing/Siew Hong.. You have 3 personalities. And you must HATE MR TAN ALOTTTTTT. And I see he hasn’t been teaching them proper sentence structure too.
Hmm..They must have given me another letter but I couldn’t find it.





And kids really do love to draw.. and ermm I did not DID NOT wear a clown suit to class that day I assure you.





This is a really pretty piece.
And I sure don't bare my belly when I teach, or have queen Amidala hair.
And I don't have a dog too.
And In my time all my humans were drawn with oversized t-shirts with a long skirt with lacy thingys on it.
And this kid actually gave me his/her address and telephone number....


I do admit I was smiling widely as I saw these again.. They make me feel loved and all fuzzy These lil kiddos really were the sweetest bunch.

Make it a triple then..

From last night.. on an open untitled word document..
This will make such a psychedelico looking montage.

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Tell me your dreams.
Of violet fields with violet trees and prancing dancing cherubs with chocolate smeared faces
And winged toasters sending flying crusted bread caught by,
Large buxomly nymphettes with green golden speckled eyes and fiery red tresses
Serving you sausages and eggs in edible candy plates and candy forks and candy knives and candy spoons

Yellow polka dotted bikini, Ieensy Teeny Weenie on a staff fluttering in the wind by the silvery coast that lead you to,
The sirens they that sing songs of you, that adore you casting up up high on the pedestal
Of you venerable, of most highest.

That Mother Theresa will come to you on a flying chariot
A Sedan flanked by 4 wonderous beasts of men
One Golden haired and golden skin warm and flowy like the sands of Malibu
One Dark wavy haired of fair skin smooth like the silk of the orient seas
One curled of hair and coal of skin voice so soothing,like waves that call beckoning
One straight hair of red-brown skin painted and tattooed calm and wise
She will smile her Mother Theresa smile.
Saying “World peace. World Peace
All yours to keep. Propogate.
Yours. It’s yours to fill."

Donald Trump plays a game of poker betting everything down to his bottom dollar.
You get his processions the Empire and the empress.
And revel in ripping off his golden wig and pinching his botoxy face till they sag.

And go on the task of deconstructing and then reconstructing the reconstructed MJ back to the deconstructed King of Pop.
Sending him to Martha your housekeeper for some mothering feeding him some jellied scones and sweet tea, telling him bedtime stories
About the “The Juvenile Delinquent that became a Billionaire and others”.
Then also helping him managing his finances.
Stashing them in hidden accounts.
For trips to Northpole.

Trudging in a desert dry and parched.
Feeling your inner liquids being siphoned from under
The skin reaching the surface and then
Dematerializing to join what little molecules of liquids in the air,
To be offered a glass of water to see it sublime joining your bodily fluids
Back to gaia.
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Will go on I suppose..
And Yes Khim.. Ancient Blood..3rd installment will be up soon..

Double dose

Haven't posted in a bit..
Here's a double dose of my nonsense.

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Lull us to sleep.
Melodic strains
Touch us.
Venerate us.
Vilify us.
The visible touch of fingerprints left on the polished ebony
Polished gleaming.
Invisible touch on the spirits that lay
Unpolished souls.
The eyes are shut.
The ears are listening.
The heart is closed.
The lips are parted
Soothes it does.
Like a salve that heals slowly as each chord is resonated.
Each beat is drummed.
Each tremor is felt.
With each silence a craving is starved for wanting more
Wanting more.
Greed.
The illegitimate esctacy of flight that sorrows brings with it
Detached.
Temporal.
Knowing.
The final silence.
Nothing is heard.
And the living drift among its excesses.
Asleep.
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Expands and contracts.
Expands and contracts.
A motion. Everlasting.
Shall it ever contract till it eats itself inside out.
Twisting and wrenching
And at it final wrench
The sinews of its mass lose its tautness and tensions.
Then expands ever slowly.
Ever Slowly.
Ever Slowly.
May the cellular units contract amnesia and never shall it contract ever again.
Never wanting to feel the wrench ever again.
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