HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot Thursday, May 03, 2007 michael corleoni and king edward (the prelude to the adventures of the immortal fish) thank you god for everything, the little things and the big things, and the things i can't even begin to categorise as big or little, because it's beyond my knowledge or comprehension. i ask to be really strong, to face the uncertainty of what lies ahead, and to have the courage to create certainty for myself and make decisions without regrets. i have one more exam next week. i promise to focus, live right the next few days (with my runs and chamomile tea and constant supply of rice), end this the best i can, and make a dignified exit. this afternoon, suddenly an entirely new pathway was carved out for me. i was glad, sam was glad, my room mate belted it out on the phone to her mom, leon was ambivalent. but i'm going to try to sleep now, after laughing too much on the phone while trying to get him to find takers for my fish, edward and michael. i could sell them back to petco (they were 25 c), but sam gave them to me for my 20th, at a time when my life was finely balanced, and so they mean something to me. and when i give them away, they will come to mean something else, and if the caretaker gives them to someone else, they will assume a different meaning. i will give them to irma, irma who is going to washington in fall. she will give them to someone then. maybe i will write a children's storybook about the fish who had many homes. mr lucky (the fish i looked after in dec) he went through 7 pairs of hands, and is living with a girl called jennifer. zengkun was exasperated, after asking continuously about the whereabouts of mr lucky, he said, forget it, we can leave the fish with jennifer, i will find another mr lucky . and mr lucky, he will become immortal. maybe one day mr lucky will be back in my hands again, like an old textbook one has sold, and finds again. i have been through many spaces, and i am moving again, just like mr lucky. i used to be afraid of belonging to no one, it is a silly fear, one must always belong to someone. even when one is most lonely, he will always belong to someone. last night, the moon fell on the face of the tank where edward and michael sleep. i noticed she had changed position from the night before. there is much unease and movement in this city, in this life, but there is stillness at its axis, and its axis is the heart, this heart posted by dawn # 8:58 PM Comments: someone down the hall is playing 'you were meant for me' hesitantly, and i'm thinking of you. be strong, love. the only thing we have left unchanged is ourselves. # posted by coloured light : 10:49 AM that song is so sad. i cant play that song anymore. i'll be strong. and you must be too. i think people change, but yes, the only certainty is the self. # posted by dawn : 7:35 PM Post a Comment << Home		[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday] when one has lived alone for a long time, the quie... little earthquakes The Wish as i threw down the trash down the chute today, i ... notes from the city i woke up this morning feeling ok, the sunlight wa... APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding facebook patience 快快乐乐，高高兴兴，点点滴滴 [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Thursday, May 03, 2007

michael corleoni and king edward (the prelude to the adventures of the immortal fish)

thank you god for everything, the little things and the big things, and the things i can't even begin to categorise as big or little, because it's beyond my knowledge or comprehension. i ask to be really strong, to face the uncertainty of what lies ahead, and to have the courage to create certainty for myself and make decisions without regrets. i have one more exam next week. i promise to focus, live right the next few days (with my runs and chamomile tea and constant supply of rice), end this the best i can, and make a dignified exit. this afternoon, suddenly an entirely new pathway was carved out for me. i was glad, sam was glad, my room mate belted it out on the phone to her mom, leon was ambivalent. but i'm going to try to sleep now, after laughing too much on the phone while trying to get him to find takers for my fish, edward and michael. i could sell them back to petco (they were 25 c), but sam gave them to me for my 20th, at a time when my life was finely balanced, and so they mean something to me. and when i give them away, they will come to mean something else, and if the caretaker gives them to someone else, they will assume a different meaning. i will give them to irma, irma who is going to washington in fall. she will give them to someone then. maybe i will write a children's storybook about the fish who had many homes. mr lucky (the fish i looked after in dec) he went through 7 pairs of hands, and is living with a girl called jennifer. zengkun was exasperated, after asking continuously about the whereabouts of mr lucky, he said, forget it, we can leave the fish with jennifer, i will find another mr lucky . and mr lucky, he will become immortal. maybe one day mr lucky will be back in my hands again, like an old textbook one has sold, and finds again. i have been through many spaces, and i am moving again, just like mr lucky. i used to be afraid of belonging to no one, it is a silly fear, one must always belong to someone. even when one is most lonely, he will always belong to someone. last night, the moon fell on the face of the tank where edward and michael sleep. i noticed she had changed position from the night before. there is much unease and movement in this city, in this life, but there is stillness at its axis, and its axis is the heart, this heart

posted by dawn # 8:58 PM

Comments:

someone down the hall is playing 'you were meant for me' hesitantly, and i'm thinking of you. be strong, love. the only thing we have left unchanged is ourselves.

# posted by

coloured light : 10:49 AM

that song is so sad. i cant play that song anymore.
i'll be strong. and you must be too. i think people change, but yes, the only certainty is the self.

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dawn : 7:35 PM