anyway then we went to this Baumarkt. just to look around. it's a place that sells home equipments, where you can get like garden fork, shower cabin, tiles and countertops, and tractor.
yep so that was my day and here are some photos:


i am in a dilemma.
you know what i think posting personal stuff on your blog is like. it's dangerous, to say the least. and i'm already suffering from post-stupidity syndrome (where you start tearing all your hair away because you remember something stupid you posted like a bloody year ago (or even longer)). who has experienced this? please stand up. don't tell me i'm the only one. lol. but it just goes to show the extent to which i bared my bloody SOUL on this blog. ok i'm exaggerating it. but you get the drift.
it's like why should anyone want to read about my bloody pathetic life? (i do read other people's blogs, though not all the time. kaypoh mah.. lol.) at the same time.. does anyone actually want to read about e e cummings and guan wei xing and such people? and i'm talking about you, my friends, who may be more interested in, say, religion or journalism or anime (in short, a wide variety of things i can never explore). this poses a problem because surely,, i'm writing for an audience.
i don't know. maybe i should just delete this blog. (oh but i love the picture of the dog!! huahaha)
speaking of the stupid things i wrote, well.. it's a bit too late to regret. lol.
yesterday had tjchoir performance with the rest of the alumni. so met quite a number of "old friends". then today the nus architecture aptitude test. hm.. shan't write about it until maybe much later..

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter
very little--somebody who is obsessed by Making. Like all obsessions,
the Making obsession has disadvantages; for instance, my only interest
in making money would be to make it. Fortunately, however, I should
prefer to make almost anything else, including locomotives and roses.
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring
electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara
Falls) that my "poems" are competing.
They are also competing with each other, with elephants, and with
El Greco.
let me just add that that is very (and i mean very) ambitious. lol.what does it all come down to? love? Love
if you like and i like,for the reason that i
hate people and lean out of this window is love,love
and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason
that i do not fall into this street is love."
and here's an interesting poem:why did you go
little fourpaws?
you forgot to shut
your big eyes.
where did you go?
like little kittens
are all the leaves
which open in the rain.
little kittens who
are called spring,
is what we stroke
maybe asleep?
do you know?or maybe did
something go away
ever so quietly
when we weren't looking.it seems to me he doesn't give his poems titles. they are simply known and referred to by way of their first line.

