if i were to imagine my classmates reading something... this is what i imagine they would read.
sam: men's health
rannald: the economist
lizzy: sandman.
amitha: lord of the rings
sabrina: prep
shereen: the devil wears prada
Nadia: first or 8 days.
kenneth: sophie's world
daryl:hmmm... i dunno.
bibi: who moved my cheese
soefie: Mathilda
andrea: the english teacher
sakina: princess diaries
sugu: adrian mole
samantha: time traveller's wife
josephine, rachel, genevieve and pei yi: ehh. i dont know. NOT shakespeare.
dinah and zhenghui: sleepover club. babysitter club. malory towers.
hui min: the new paper sports section
yeaps. so those are my guesses. dont ask me why i decided to do it. was just feeling like it. hahah. some are pretty true. the rest are just plain speculative wild guesses and or jokes.
so my idea of celebrating 'holi' in TJ. i think its just gonna work. whoot! this is gonna be great. the only thing thats gonna come between me and this project would be the admin. ahha.
today i discovered a huge parallel between the TJ SC and the general council of colonial era indochina. haha. the lessons we learn from (se-asian) history.
celebrated sakina's birthday today at pizza hut. studied at gelare.
men...
"heres advise man. Girls are nothing but trouble"
"true. but guys love looking for touble, dont they"
ladies...
"rishik... U R Hot"
"really? aww. your far too kind. ur hot too."
"liar, liar, your on fire. cause your so hot"
"sitting next to you, anyone can catch fire."
it makes no difference. this innane ability to spout cheesy lines, i accredit to hours of reading cheesy chicken soup for the soul in my childhood. haha. and id do eveyrthing in my power to surpress it. but it still comes out. look, look! its coming again!
make my mealbread whole.
by ri-sheek! the menon.
Im hiding between sheets
of sullen silence thats driven
by a mixture of pride, an
already brusied ego, and a
sore open place in my chest
that reveals more than i would
want it to.
Im hiding behind the excuse
of tire, lack of sleep and
maybe certain genetic
circumstance to explain
the redness of my eyes,
following those familliar
sessions of contemplation
thinking and not thinking,
all at the same time.
i hiding from the noise
which i hear in my head
as i gaze at the empty seat
next to mine on the long
bus rides home, passing
by more sights which
invite more voices for
the trial cases in my mind.
Im hiding from the stone
cold reluctance to converse
that sweeps over me,
when i recieve
those two liner messages
that ever so often plague
my memory juxtaposed to
the daunting understanding
of your capacity for causerie.
cause id give feeling lost
without qualification
a preferential treatment
any day, and staying at home,
then to confirm
my strayed direction
in a street which i once
called mine, own.
yes. that's what I call cheesy. haha.
"you all may, off"
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