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 Monday, August 18, 2008 it's been pure madness, and i have just moved into a new house. a new house--with garden and patio and driveway and kitchen and fireplace and all that jazz, and for really little money really, cos its far from school. i'm paying less than i paid in that mad co-op-with-14-sorority-girls house. but with all that stuff its a lot of work. if you have a garden overlooking mountains, you have to rake the leaves, you have to make sure you don't thread on poison ivy. with 4 pretty glass doors, you have to make sure you lock everything. with a car, you have to do stuff with the radiator and engine, and im just spending my days in shorts, cleaning the washer, driving to the mall to buy a vacuum cleaner, scrubbing, and i am all alone doing it cos my lame room mate is still in new york. (though it means i have dibs on the best furniture). paying your own electricity bills. last night i went out with one of the new freshmen from hwa chong, fetched her home (oh god, how did that happen? when did i become a driver? when did i become an adult), and was reminded how im done with all that politicking and easily-amused-ness. there is a gravestone outside my room--a big one and a small one, so i am guessing it's a mother and child. there are cicadas constantly singing. i have a day of more physical work for me. posted by dawn # 8:17 AM Comments: it sounds so beautiful. be careful not to turn into sylvia plath -ruimin # posted by rui : 11:02 PM i find that last sentence by ruimin hilarious! =) anyway, love. go stomp on some leaves for me! -huggg- remember, lemon slices boiled in a kettle takes rust away! # posted by coloured light : 5:43 AM i promise not to turn into sylvia plath. in fact, i promise to be more plathesque than plath. watch out. ok nurul, i will stomp on flowers, eat my vegetables, and buy geberras and play with cats. what the hell! the things i do for you. :) # posted by Dawn Lim : 12:28 PM oh my goodness, i totally meant to say "stomp on leaves" and not "stomp on flowers"-- it was seriously an honest mistake. # posted by Dawn Lim : 12:29 PM you see you see. youre turning into plath already. all this emo flower destruction. whats next?! a bee hive with hidden meanings in your frontyard?? -hugg- # posted by coloured light : 4:13 PM ill send you a bag of tulips! -tee # posted by Anonymous : 5:07 AM if only you could grow haggis, i would send a package over. pak # posted by Anonymous : 2:17 AM i feel so safe having all these friends telling me what to do. in fact, all of your advice collectively put together and followed at the same time--boiling lemons, stomping leaves, cradling a bunch of tulips and growing haggis, would certainly make me a wonderful person, and i would only appear--just a little--strange. and hold on a minute--aren't haggis..stuffed intestines...? ! :) # posted by Dawn Lim : 1:18 PM technically, haggis is stuffed sheep's stomach. what its stuffed with is another matter... and i want tulips too! though why in a bag. this is rather suspicious. they would look like onions. pls dont eat the tulips. -nj # posted by Anonymous : 5:06 PM haggis is really awesome. i'm going to miss haggis. pak # posted by Anonymous : 12:12 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] bayard street red moon clambake cars and dirt plant i wrote this after leaving for new york. Ars Poeti... the man at the gate breaking bread his mother gave me a silver and glass pendant, it'... jaz [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

Monday, August 18, 2008

it's been pure madness, and i have just moved into a new house. a new house--with garden and patio and driveway and kitchen and fireplace and all that jazz, and for really little money really, cos its far from school. i'm paying less than i paid in that mad co-op-with-14-sorority-girls house. but with all that stuff its a lot of work. if you have a garden overlooking mountains, you have to rake the leaves, you have to make sure you don't thread on poison ivy. with 4 pretty glass doors, you have to make sure you lock everything. with a car, you have to do stuff with the radiator and engine, and im just spending my days in shorts, cleaning the washer, driving to the mall to buy a vacuum cleaner, scrubbing, and i am all alone doing it cos my lame room mate is still in new york. (though it means i have dibs on the best furniture). paying your own electricity bills. last night i went out with one of the new freshmen from hwa chong, fetched her home (oh god, how did that happen? when did i become a driver? when did i become an adult), and was reminded how im done with all that politicking and easily-amused-ness. there is a gravestone outside my room--a big one and a small one, so i am guessing it's a mother and child. there are cicadas constantly singing. i have a day of more physical work for me.

posted by dawn # 8:17 AM

Comments:

it sounds so beautiful. be careful not to turn into sylvia plath

-ruimin

# posted by

rui : 11:02 PM

i find that last sentence by ruimin hilarious! =)
anyway, love. go stomp on some leaves for me! -huggg-
remember, lemon slices boiled in a kettle takes rust away!

# posted by

coloured light : 5:43 AM

i promise not to turn into sylvia plath. in fact, i promise to be more plathesque than plath. watch out.

ok nurul, i will stomp on flowers, eat my vegetables, and buy geberras and play with cats. what the hell! the things i do for you. :)

# posted by

Dawn Lim : 12:28 PM

oh my goodness, i totally meant to say "stomp on leaves" and not "stomp on flowers"-- it was seriously an honest mistake.

# posted by

Dawn Lim : 12:29 PM

you see you see. youre turning into plath already. all this emo flower destruction. whats next?! a bee hive with hidden meanings in your frontyard?? -hugg-

# posted by

coloured light : 4:13 PM

ill send you a bag of tulips!

-tee

# posted by

Anonymous : 5:07 AM

if only you could grow haggis, i would send a package over.

pak

# posted by

Anonymous : 2:17 AM

i feel so safe having all these friends telling me what to do. in fact, all of your advice collectively put together and followed at the same time--boiling lemons, stomping leaves, cradling a bunch of tulips and growing haggis, would certainly make me a wonderful person, and i would only appear--just a little--strange. and hold on a minute--aren't haggis..stuffed intestines...? !
:)

# posted by

Dawn Lim : 1:18 PM

technically, haggis is stuffed sheep's stomach. what its stuffed with is another matter...

and i want tulips too! though why in a bag. this is rather suspicious. they would look like onions. pls dont eat the tulips.

-nj

# posted by

Anonymous : 5:06 PM

haggis is really awesome. i'm going to miss haggis.

pak

# posted by

Anonymous : 12:12 PM