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Soup
Where does fate lie upon
Does boredom really constitute an interest in another
Or does an attachment make it all the more interesting
Perhaps i’m getting used to keeping it simple
simplicity in every aspect is but an excuse for lack of an effort
yet also justifies the facet of my imagination, my livelihood
confused, unconvinced, perturbed perhaps
One comment brings you back
To the reality that it’s been a while
Too much dormancy has been occuring in the heart
A broken mistaken waste of an organ
The appeals are different
People’s perception will not change
Nice guy, nice shoes, nothing else
The taken, the confused, the untimeliness
Welcome to my world.
4 comments August 2, 2009
In memory of Desker
Almost 3 years ago, the rocker and i worked together on a BJ assignment.
Broadcast Journalism.
And i still distinctly remember the ending of his stand upper
” So if you are sad, lonely or depressed, please do not walk under any coconut trees “.
It was really the first thing that came to my mind in yet another random youtube moment that my friend shared with me. The classic song, for which the video i have never seen, suddenly doesn’t seem ultimately depressing when you view it.
Cheers to old school psychadelic editing, bad hair, bad fashion for making things seem better. And yes i have to admit if not for the background picture i would have thought he was belting this tune off the comfort off his toilet seat.
Tonight we drink to youth
-Soapfat
Add comment April 9, 2009
simple change=complex rejuvenation.
change is the most variable aspect of life. one change adheres to or causes another, whether it’s effects are subtle or significantly substantial.
The topic and motives towards change can be described beyond the views of Oprah, MLM inspirational speeches and your friendly neighbourhood occult(hidden communist/nazi party), but i’m here to talk about the more simpler aspects of change, that of an impulse change.
Impulse change to me is something we just do at the spur of the moment without much thought on the consequence and impacts that it may have. It can range from trying a new food item, randomly attempting to pickup a chic in a non-alcoholic environment, down to deleting WarCraft III from your computer to start the week afresh.
Impulse decisions such as this may open up a whole new world of prospects and concepts, whether the result churns out a tune of Mr Brightside or brings you backdown to the supermassive black hole, chances are that taking the chance to change will always prove a learning experience for the better part of us.
Most changes we make are done on a progressive scale, with a proper end goal in our minds. We change our diet to fit into that dress, we change the way we look to impress others, sometimes we even change the people we hang out with to feel wanted, but most of the time we change our underwear because it’s getting sticky.
The interesting thing about impulse decisions are that at that point of time, albeit maybe with coaxing from the people around you, your mind tells you to just F it and make that change.
Suddenly you do not really think about the consequence or the impact and it’s only after you sit back and realise what you have done, do you actually start to fret or get overzealous jubilant. Based on the 3 earlier given scenarios you could either
1. Have massive diarhhoea/regurgitation
2. Be laughed at and thought of as a loser by a chic
3. Have withdrawals and devote your life to finding the installation file again
But when you sit back and drink 12 cans of heineken while attempting to catch your red snapper and yellow tail on the boardwalks of Ah Fatt’s Kellong you realise that these changes bring about at least something different and makes you feel that there’s more to life out of your comfort zone.
A simple change = complex rejuvenation
so don’t let the world bring you down, not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
-Juan & Soap
1 comment January 20, 2009
subtly perfect reconciliation
i think the title of this entry encapsulates the whole intense hour of thoughtful imagination and wishful wondering that i felt for close to an hour since i awoke from that wonderful slumber.
i feel that dreams are meant to be shared, especially when a tinge of deja vu after the dream gets you really wondering just what’s been there and the opportunity thats been missed.
There’s this girl, we’ll give her a name of Eva, who Juan was really close to back in teenage days. They did almost anything and everything together for one point of time, and i mean everything.
Whether it was a game of croquet, dining on the school meals or hanging out as any teenager would, Juan always felt that there was easily more to her than just the fun and laughter they shared together.
Juan knew that at times taking it too fast was perhaps pushing it, so he waited to see if Eva expressed similar sentiments back. He consulted his amigos and many concurred to his suggestions. He was about to express what he felt for her.
But news of a roving musketeer started surfacing and before Juan knew anything about it, Eva had fallen head over heels with this maked villan. Needless to say, Juan was heartbroken, equally devastated and felt that he had missed out on the opportunity.
But Juan took it in his stride, hid it within himself and still managed to maintain what he now felt was to turn into great friendship rather than anything else.
But jealousy doesn’t sit alone forever, the masked villan constantly reaered his dominance and unwavering power into the context of the friendship between Juan and Eva. And almost emminently, quarrels, spats, arguements and disagreements about almost everything arose between Juan and Eva, it was evident that their friendship wouldn’t be able to stand the test of that particular time.
Juan now saw Eva differently, sometimes with utter hate for her relationship with the masked villan, but deep down inside, he knew it was all the jealousy and animosity he had towards their relationship that kept them apart for considerable periods of time, with no words said between, no emotions shared together and the connection and bonds ever fazing out. For months it went on, the bonds slowly faded away and their tenure in the school ended and they went their seperate ways, perhaps never to see each other again.
Eva had to follow her family back to the wine making business in Chile while Juan was drafted to musketeer school to fight the invasion of the Dutch. But it suddenly occured that before they went their seperate ways, he had to at least say something that he never said to her.
As she was about to depart for greener pastures, Juan had a final conversation and a final phrase for her to bring over. Juan told her he loved her. To her it seemed it was love not as a partner, but as a friend. She repaid in kind and Juan knew that at least he had made peace with her, that still they could call upon each other in times of need, maybe not as a close confide, but as a friend nonetheless.
Juan wrote to her, and Eva back at times, but as the dedication towards each cause took a strain, and new associates and comrades were made along the way, the gap between the two spread wider and wider.Till this day you could say that Juan and Eva are still amigos in their own rights, but their friendship will never be what it used to be.
And then the dream.
It’s been a year to the good since Juan met Eva, but somehow on New Year’s Eve, everything he ever wondered and knew about her were all rolled into a single dream of perfect reconciliation. He bumped into her while holidaying in a distant country where she was working at, they talked all the way through the airport of the past and present, the looked at each other with intrigue for she had left the masked villan a long time ago, and he had never really fancied anyone alike ever since.
Juan can’t tell the whole dream because he only remembers the important jists of it.
the $16 flight from India to London
the 17 hour Journey towards there.
Juan awoke to the real world too fast too soon, and suddenly he was swarmped with a sense of Deja Vu through his outlet of information sources depicting her as he imagined. Coincidence, deja vu. who knows.
But it got Juan thinking all the way till this point of just everything that went on since day one.
And he has never forgotten her, and he will never ever do.
if i could turn back time, i’ll go wherever you will go
-Juan Tehchini
2 comments January 1, 2009
