like that

day come and go as i do my stuffs, settle some delayed things. study accounts, write exam paper for my drum students, recover from flu. learning to be almost totally independent n really grow up. i like the mixture of international students in class, where singaporeans aren' t the majority, and not the chinese either, but i'm the only m'sian. :(

students from vietnam, maldives, china, india, brunei, indonesia, myanmar, nepal. and lecturer's from UK, outstanding lecturer, and very humorous. so that's the popular college i'm attending in raffles place. dunno y i rarely talk about my studies that happen on weekdays. erm, i study accountancy; tax, financial reporting, strategic business planning & development, professional ethics, and business analysis for this june-dec 2007 period. (a lot of case study in my studies, companies like Enron, arthur anderson, NKF, the body shop, ikea..)
i don't stay in s'pore, i travel in-out everyday, like my bro.
every sunday afternoon till night i teach drums in another church, as a part-time income.
.my life.


i still enjoy a cool breeze of sea wind on a beach, over the setting sun n under a simple kite. but need company la, similar to alan's plight, ha.


the song you hear is from Hillsong's latest album (Saviour King). one of the songs that caught my attention. singer is Brooke Fraser - NZ n australia's no.1 pop artist, titus told me. nice voice n writes good lyrics.


alan put this poem in his blog a long while ago, nice poem..
hope that i could write like that one day, to express well in words.

Forgetfulness




The Poem - The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, to a little fishing village where there are no phones. Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag, and even now as you memorize the order of the planets, something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps, the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay. Whatever it is you are struggling to remember, it is not poised on the tip of your tongue, not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen. It has floated away down a dark mythological river whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall, well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle. No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.