and all i can think of are screwdrivers.
'end the year with a bang'.
indeed, indeed.
not so much of a bang, with fireworks and confetti.
more like, this december's proving to be better than the other months. the many, many other months.
confessions of a rock junkie and the singapore writers' festival were pretty much the signs of a pretty dawn.
december's dawn.
i'm actually looking forward to two thousand and eight. the sole reason being, it gives me the right to say "i ord next year", rather than "the year after the next" which reads "eternity".
it will be much more bearable then.
you really have to deceive yourself into going on.
but who hasn't?
there will come a point in time when you just can't stand under the cloak anymore, anyway. it's dragging you down, its weight, unbearable.
(but you'd still do it afterwards).
let's get a bit merry shall we? ('tis the season anyway)
it's all in the deceit, remember.
essential; truthfully speaking.
indeed, indeed.
not so much of a bang, with fireworks and confetti.
more like, this december's proving to be better than the other months. the many, many other months.
confessions of a rock junkie and the singapore writers' festival were pretty much the signs of a pretty dawn.
december's dawn.
i'm actually looking forward to two thousand and eight. the sole reason being, it gives me the right to say "i ord next year", rather than "the year after the next" which reads "eternity".
it will be much more bearable then.
you really have to deceive yourself into going on.
but who hasn't?
there will come a point in time when you just can't stand under the cloak anymore, anyway. it's dragging you down, its weight, unbearable.
(but you'd still do it afterwards).
let's get a bit merry shall we? ('tis the season anyway)
it's all in the deceit, remember.
essential; truthfully speaking.