Autumn Falls

The palette of Fall.
A tinge of rouge et jaune.
Oui! La Vita è Bella.

Dracula died and went to heaven, and was given a chance to choose three qualities he’ld like to have in his next life. Dracula thought really hard and said: 1) I still wanna be able to suck blood - granted. 2) I wanna have wings so I can fly - granted. 3) I want all women to want me - He turned into a sanitary pad.

And yes. I’m back from field camp. I’ve no idea how I managed to survive field camp, but it’s pretty amazing that I kinda did. Seems like I can take part in survivor now. Heh. And thus, the best way to sum up the entire experience would be through a poem, an apt one to be exact. Heh.

I, too, saw God through mud,—-
The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled,
War brought more glory to their eyes than blood,
And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.

Merry it was to laugh there—-
Where death becomes absurd and life absurder.
For power was on us as we slashed bones bare
Not to feel sickness or remorse of murder.

I, too, have dropped off Fear—-
Behind the barrage, dead as my platoon,
And sailed my spirit surging light and clear
Past the entanglement where hopes lay strewn;

And witnessed exultation—-
Faces that used to curse me, scowl for scowl,
Shine and lift up with passion of oblation,
Seraphic for an hour; though they were foul.

I have made fellowships—-
Untold of happy lovers in old song.
For love is not the binding of fair lips
With the soft silk of eyes that look and long,

By Joy, whose ribbon slips,—-
But wound with war’s hard wire whose stakes are strong
Knit in the webbing of the rifle-thong.

I have perceived much beauty
In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight;
Heard music in the silentness of duty;
Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.

Nevertheless, except you share
With them in hell the sorrowful dark of hell,
Whose world is but the trembling of a flare
And heaven but as the highway for a shell,

You shall not hear their mirth:
You shall not come to think them well content
By any jest of mine. These men are worth
Your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

—- Apologia Pro Poemate Meo
                        by Wilfred Owen

Caught Chicago on Sunday with my band batchmates and I’d say it was pretty good on a whole. I thought the singing was just fine, though it wasn’t as good as I’d expect it to be. Nonetheless some of the cast have really great voices, and I must say “Miss” Mary Sunshine has a shockingly HHHHHUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGEEEEE vocal range. Another issue I had with the performance on Sunday was that I felt the choreography wasn’t well co-ordinated. The cheoreography was fine, but it just wasn’t clean enough in my opinion. In other words, I thought it wasn’t well executed. On the other hand, what I really liked about the performance was the acting. The cast was just so into their characters that it made that 150 minutes enjoyable. Also, props to the musicians as they did an amazing job. Not only was it good musically, but it was also well co-ordinated with the acting and all, as though it was running like clockwork. And of course, not forgetting the numerous witty and funny lines which didn’t fail to crack the audience up. As such, I’d still say that Chicago is definitely worth a go. So go catch it if you haven’t already got the tickets!!

I will not, and shall not deny that I AM a shopaholic. And I am loud and proud about it. Shopping has always been an enjoyable activity for me, even to the extent of being therapeutic. I remember indulging in Retail Therapy a couple of days back, blowing approximately 100 bucks on a cap, two shirts, and a pair of shoes. Then, I reassured myself later that I’d be employed at the end of the month just to ease the guilt, which was pretty effective I’d say. And fortunately for me, I was lucky enough to win 51 bucks on 987’s Patch It & Cash It on Desiree’s show. So that easily took away half of the guilt.

However, today’s shopping trip wasn’t particularly enjoyable. As a matter of fact, it was agonizing because it reminded me of what little time I have left before my enlistment. Yes, I was at Bitch Beach Road today shopping for NS paraphernalia, and today’s shopping trip basically presented the harsh reality right in my face. Not only so, it was an indicator of how much time I have left. So, I’m slightly less than two weeks away from enlistment and counting, and I’m fully aware of the fact that there is absolutely no way I can run away from this. As such, I’ll be trying my best to maintain a positive attitude and mindset towards NS, and perhaps just bear in mind that at least I’m employed? Haha.

And I can hear Mariah Carey singing in my head, “You’re delusional/You’re delusional/Boy, you’re losin’ your mind”. Bleargh.