The Final Countdown
10.
He's been thinking about all the things
That he would cherish, so he thinks
Searched long and hard
Couldn't find it in his heart
Heading down, back in time
Trying hard, make believe its all fine
Shrouded his face, drift apart
But you cannot lie to the heart
The multitude he had deceived
The cold stares that he had received
The past is back to haunt, forever
He walks, living, but a cadaver
His errors he cannot expunge
Not a downward spiral, but a straight plunge
Someone asked him, "So why are you running away?"
Well then, why shouldn't he run away?
The Final Countdown
11.
He trudges off to the distance
He smiles, bitter, open his mouth, for any to listen
"Someday, I'll be back" he said
And his body starts to fade
"Its their loss, not mine" he thought
Thinks of all the people he fought
Thinks of all the lies he told
Blessings of all raining on him, many fold
But he remained sad and empty
Accomplishments? He had plenty
He felt that he was not very fine
But alas, the truth eluded his mind
He turns back, saw a mass of a crowd
They waved to him, and he waved back, proud
Saw the gleaming smiles on their faces
He passes off, and he's going places
Stranger in the subway
Clad in black
He sits
In the subway
In his hands
A map
His guide now
No ones near
I looked at him
Called
To him:
Hey stranger!
Where ya headed?
Is there anything you want?
Need?
Can I do anything for you?
Show you where you wanna go?
He smiles and said
"Thanks, but it's ok,
I'll be fine"
The map wrinkles
his hand wrings
Shook his head
And left the subway
Stranger in a foreign place
Lost you somewhere
Was I there
Could you see me
In your everlasting gaze?
How many times you've said:
Hey stranger!
Where ya headed?
Is there anything you want?
Need?
Can I do anything for you?
Show you where you wanna go?
How many times i've said:
"Thanks, but it's ok,
I'll be fine"
The map wrinkles
my hand wrings
Shook my head
And left the subway
I watched him
Depart, away
I do not know why
But i feel strangely fine
I got up
Big machine calls
The thoughts in my head, oh... never mind
Therapy
Some people have been asking me why i go to hair studios to cut my hair and get it done. Its true the barber shops out there charge like $8-$10 for a haircut only while the hair studios charge somewhere near the range of $20-$30. A few times more, to say the least.
Well, have you been to a hair studio? They don't have lousy muzak blaring out of dying radio sets, especially those malay barbers and their malay songs(sorry, sounds like i'm racist, but its true!). Those chinese ones have 95.8FM blaring out of their radio sets, with all the EXTREMLY old oldies and crappy deejays. Those hairdressers cut good, fast, and never makes mistakes so easily. The barbers might as well be shearing sheep.
And the washing! Its oddly therapeutic, the ones you get from studios. They give you good scalp and neck massages that really works! Well, at least for me...... i feel much better and relaxed and energetic after getting one of those. Plus, they style your hair properly for you, and would not leave it in a mess. The barbers? Cut? Right. Chop chop clip clip, look at your scalp, okiedokiepayup! *Holds out hand with a toothy grin*
Go try it for yourselves next time...... just try it, make the change. Excellent stuff.
Nonsensical stuff...... ignore if you wish
I dunno what I'm going to say my mind is a blank i dunno how i feel my heart is a mess its so blurry so empty i think i'm breaking up please help me piece it together glue it and stick it back so that it will hold well at least for the moment and yeah tell me everything's all rite everything would be fine and it would be for as long i don't see don't listen don't think don't feel just drift driftwood nowhere wish i had a compass direction belonging to somewhere something someone sometimes i just cant feel my feet find my way i'm so cramped claustrophobia amnesia dyslexia my mind bends it warps it chruns it starves i have no idea why i'm writing this guess my hands have taken over and my heart's cold its dead long ago it never feels anything it never cries it never hurts i need to bridge the gap someone throw me a line tell me how you feel i can never do it alone i can never start i don't have the tools no capacity to try no audacity to fly just leave my life collecting dust it isn't you its never you not for present not for ever i will give anything to know the ending take my things take my life take my sanity take my will take my happiness there was none to begin with lift me up high up into hell the place for heroes may my name be emblazoned in the creeping night and glorified by the desolation oh well i dunno what i'm talking about so think i shall stop here
Hell, yeah......
Ben, it really isn't that bad if you've got people in science cracking bad maths jokes and smelling funny and being extremly hardworking and have no life at all. It really is typical of a Hwa Chong science student. Not saying you should be like that...... if you do become like that I will pretend I've never known you right from the beginning. But strangely in SA in my class, we have apparently some muggers! Not some, so many of them which are so enthu about their work that it makes me sick. Arts Fac!! Arts people!!! Whats wrong with this world!!! They actually pay constant attention to tutorials, never fail to ask questions, does their assignments the day they get it. ARGH!!!!!!
Think I'm going insane. Ignore me if you wish.