hug your sadness like an eyeless doll / you need to sleep

A Sad Child
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside you head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.

Margaret Atwood, A Sad Child

Spent the whole weekend doing nothing sighz. NEED TO GET OFF GMAIL HISTORY NOW THIS DOES NOT MAKE SENSE NO IT DOES NOT :( Also have gotten addicted to reading poetry, unbelievable. Yesterday morning I woke up at 11something and just lay in bed flipping through Touched with Fire until it was time for lunch hahahahaha kill me.

Was upstairs for the whole of today to celebrate uncle's birthday along with cousins' cousins, glad they decided to celebrate today instead of during NDP like they usually do, otherwise I would've missed seeing all of them! Watched Pearl Harbour over dinner I am very disturbed :(

Played Halo3 with all of them because it is almost a Ritual to play computer games every time we come together (even though we are all many years older than when we started lol) but half of them are in the Midst of studying for olevels/nlevels/promos so there wasn't much of that. (Can you imagine my shock when I saw my slacker no.1 not-cousins doing Math while watching Pearl Harbour hahahaha first time ever!!) Actually I miss the days we used to play LF2 but we have grown too big and too mature to fit around a single chair and small table to keyboard-mash ;]

LISTENING TO XMEN FIRST CLASS OST NOW courtesy of Mary~ ;D (THE X-TRAINING TRACK REALLY SOUNDS LIKE AN ADVENTURE TRACK HAHAHAHAH IT IS TOO EXCITING!! :DD so does Rise Up To Rule hurhur ;) Have also gotten lost in the Borderlines mix ahhhh it is too amazing :DD (not to mention the artwork!!)

And Antebellum by Vienna Teng is a beautiful song omg.


(no below are not the lyrics although those are beautiful too but this post is already super spaced-out so just listen :)

5 Ways to Kill a Man
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man:
you can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this
properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloack
to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.

Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional way,
and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
at least two flags, a prince and a
castle to hold your banquet in.

Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats made of steel.

In an age of aeroplane, you may fly
miles above your victim and dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All you then
require is an ocean to separate you, two
systems of government, a nation's scientists,
several factories, a psychopath and
land that no one needs for several years.

These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
to kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle
of the twentieth century, and leave him there

Edwin Brock, 5 Ways to Kill a Man

Okay now you know how taken over I have been by poetry hur.