mannnda (:

Oct 20, 2007

i miss school.
no surprise here anyway.
i just need to pass tomorrow and i get to see pals again. D:
i realised Aguas De Marco is the song i've always been looking for. except i've been looking for the english version. finally got the english title. WATERS OF MARCH (: i've been trying to find the english title since i heard it on like one of the cds jie has. i think (: anyways i got it!
omgosh. why the hell is it soo long?

later..
power trip. had a blackout. kor went to buy hokkien mee. was alone.
and now..
kor's mad. his air con can't work. he trys all the air con controls. all of them can control every room's air con except for his. he calls our dad. our dad thinks his bonkus. he tries to make his point. he tells me to take my room the air con control. i point it at my air con and the air con ons. i point it at kor's and it doesnt. i point kor's control to my room the aircon. it ons. he tells me to stay put. he grabs my mother's room air con control. he passes it to me. i have three air con controls on hand. i point it at all the aircons, all the aircons turn on except for kor's. i off all the aircons. 'YES I GET IT KOR. THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG.' he smiles.
he had made his point.

A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone

It's a sliver of glass,
It is life, it's the sun,
It is night, it is death,
It's a trap, it's a gun

The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush

The wood of the wind,
A cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump,
It is nothing at all

It's the wind blowing free,
It's the end of the slope,
It's a beam, it's a void,
It's a hunch, it's a hope

And the river bank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of the strain,
The joy in your heart

The foot, the ground,
The flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot's stone

A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of a bow

The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in the face,
It's a loss, it's a find

A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,
A drip, a drop,
The end of the tale

A truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun
in the dead of the night

A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme,
It's a cold, it's the mumps

The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
And the car that got stuck,
It's the mud, it's the mud

Afloat, adrift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart

A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone

A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
It's a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe

A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A wasp, a stain

A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road

A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A knife, a death,
The end of the run

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of all strain,
It's the joy in your heart.