Daily Archives: 01/09/2006

(it’s not even a spring!) cleaning

The first 24-hour of my (new) life begins with, literally, spring cleaning.

Collected dust was getting thicker than the last time I came here, and that was merely less than a month ago. There I was, once again being a king of neatness, tidiness, cleanliness, who already planned out what and how to organize the house in order, and this left me occupied at least for the next few days.


And tonight, I chose to occupy myself with John Irving’s The 158-Pound Marriage which took me until its 90-something page to spot Irving’s usual quirkiness, surely provides as a major relief in otherwise sexually-charged literary work.
In a perfect world, the novel should be read with the companion of energetic Joshua Bell’s strings in The Red Violin soundtrack to provoke the erotic passion in myself to absorb the story.
Yet, as tonight marks the eve of Idul Adha, a Muslim festive holiday in accordance to the annual pilgrimage in Mecca, I managed to finish the book with the companion of takbir and tahmid.

I follow the two by heart, I read through the words on the novel by turning on my mind.

Believe me, the chanting gives an inexplicable effect to my reading, unlike any genre of music I’ve relied myself on to.

Talk about spring cleaning, make that cleansing though, of animal-instinct behavior.

cleaning feels like slaving!

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this is my statement,

as represented by the song below, and very well said, indeed!

everyone tells me to know my place
but that ain’t the way i play
so why am i daring to show my face
well, i’ve got something to say …

move over sun, and give me some skies
i’ve got me some wings i’m eager to try
i may be unknown
but wait till i’ve flown

you’re gonna hear from me

make me some room, you people out there
on top of the world,
i’ll meet you, i swear
i’m staking my claim, remember my name

you’re gonna hear from me

fortune smiled, on the road before me
and i’m a fortune’s child
now listen, world
you can’t ignore me

toss me the moon, ’cause i’ve gotta shine
i’m climbing a cloud, and call it mine
you’ll pardon my haste, i’ve no time to waste
that’s how it’s gonna be, you’ll see

’cause you’re gonna hear from me

i’ve got a song that longs to be played
raise up my flag, begin my parade
my comet’s on fire, i’ve got to go higher
watch the world over, start coming up, clover!
that’s how it’s gonna be, you’ll see …


you’re gonna hear from me!

i've seen myself weighing

– and that ends singapore’s rare 24-hour continuous rain. no parties to celebrate, no jovial greetings to send one away. for i’ll be back. –

(image courtesy of this)

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Posted by on 01/09/2006 in English, Personal