So the weekend's here again. Juz finished rushing out two essays this week to be submitted. Sigh. Getting a little too old for essays and papers already.
Juz went to Wala Wala tonight with Syl and Jingliang. Rather coincidental, since I juz asked Paul this morning when we were at Holland V if he liked the place. Ah well. There was one of those rock bands that were on for the night. I liked the band, if not the singers. They played really well, actually. Had a couple of good songs too. Unfortunately the singing was somewhat of a let-down. Nevertheless, I think it was a good night's out. Been an incredibly long while since I ever went out like that already. Don't think I've even done it with Paul before.
I do enjoy the music. But one goes back from such performances feeling a little drained. Both physically and emotionally. But one band I'm increasingly beginning to like is like the one right now, from Damien Rice. Yes, the one who did the great "The Blower's Daughter", which I shall put up mebbe next week. They have a really nice sound to it. Nostalgic. At least, for me it is. Stirs up my nostalgia. For things of old. Of the past. Simple words. Yet paints such vivid pictures.
Hehz... or mebbe I'm juz... old.
Caught myself juz 2 days ago in my park, listening to FM92.4 and the thought juz registered in my head that I seem to have mellowed even more. I seem to be less anxious to get what I want, but am more willing to now recognize that I can bide my time, and will bide my time. You know how when you're younger, you have less serious problems but its always a big deal, but when you're older and the problems become more serious you find that you're much better equipped to handle it? Somewhat along that line. I've been asking more of myself and more of my life, but I no longer have that desire for instant gratification. Mebbe I've become more patient. More willing to submit to life and its cycles. Less provincial.
Hehz...
Ah well. 5 in the morning, and I'm sprouting gibberish oredi. Time to hit the sack. After 2 papers, I think I've earned the right to a break over this weekend. Grins.
I've been the king, I've been the clown. Now broken wings can't hold me down. I'm free again. The jester with the broken crown, it won't be me this time around to love in vain.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
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