Choo Jian Yi - Rest in Peace

Life is taken from us in an instant, treasure today but today we are robbed of one more good soul. My condolences to Choo Jian Yi's friends and family. May his soul find rest in the great beyond. May he live on in the memories of the people whose lives he touched with his unique character. My greatest hope is that we will all find something good amidst the tragedy before us. I hope my words are a comfort.

I wish I had known him better than I did, we always tell ourselves we have tomorrow but sometimes tomorrow never comes. He was a good friend to many and he will be sorely missed. And finally to all those who are mourning this loss, look around you and remember the people still here. For they, they need the greatest amount of comfort now.

Yours sincerely,

Tristan Devadason

feeling sad & i don't know why

feeling sad and i don't know why,
forgive me if i just sit here and sigh,
i can't really smile,
i don't really try,

i'm feeling blue,
it's not because of you,
not because of any of you,
i'm just feeling blue,

a part of me wants to cry,
i hold it back in with a lie,
i tell myself everything is alright,
but i can't believe myself tonight,

bless her she tried to cheer,
the me that is on the verge of tears,
bless her soul she just might,
have eased a little this mind inside,

i'm feeling blue,
it's not because of you,
not because of any of you,
i'm just feeling blue,

feeling sad and i don't know why,
forgive me if i just sit here and sigh,
though maybe with a slight smile,
thanks to kind words from this blessed child,

tapping the bong one too many times leads to strange fatherly advice

Bagus walked up to me and he said “Dude... Dude I want you to write a short story for MUISS’s upcoming publication” and I said “Sure, what do you want me to talk about?” Thinking that he wanted me to discuss some serious issue in university, like why they don’t sell bananas (the fruit) in the cafeteria besides those awesome new crepe/paratha thingamajigs. Alas that was not what he had in mind, first he went through a list of things that had been covered by the MONGA and then he said “I want you to write something trippy, something weird.”

I mulled over this as he walked away and an idea popped in my head. What if your dad smoked up and decided to give you that birds and the bees talk gangster like? I think it would go something like this,

Yo, what up son? It’s time fo’ me to lay down some knowledge on you boy. Here is the 411. Check it.

*Your dad cranks up the stereo and something that sounds like a little jon song starts playing and then he starts rapping.*

Yo son, ya gettin to that age, when things in your body start to feel strange,
Son, ya voice is gettin deeper and ya dong is gettin longer,
Hair is startin to grow all over, even in places you didn’t think it should ever,
Don’t be afraid it’s just part of the game, even I went through this phase at your age,

When ya see a woman, ya start to feel a stirrin,
Something deep inside you starts a movin and that dude in your pants starts a wiggling,
And ya start to feel a deep yearnin for something ya never thought about or even imagined,
Don’t be afraid it’s just part of the game, even I went through this phase at your age,

What you gotta do is keep it under wraps and keep those feelings in your pants,
And I don’t mean feel around your pants except maybe when you dance,
And by dance I don’t mean with your feet but with something that looks like a stick,
Don’t be afraid it’s just part of the game, even I went through this phase at your age,

What ya’re feeling is all natural, in fact that’s kinda how ya came about,
Cause ya see when a man loves a woman things kinda get nasty and children happen,
And if ya don’t want children, then son when ya decker protect your pecker,
Don’t be afraid it’s just part of the game, even I went through this phase at your age,

Word up!

As mortified as you may feel at the time, you’ll look back at it and realise that you would still be as scarred regardless of whether or not he had been tripping.

Obviously this couldn't go into any Monash publication but still it's the first thing that popped into my head.

what is in a smile?

Have you ever asked yourself, what is in a smile? What makes a smile?

I think a smile is,

Two parts sunshine because it brightens up the room and one's face.

One part defiance because for all the things you can find to frown about you choose to smile instead.

With a hint of intrigue because everyone hides something behind their smile.

What do you think is in a smile?

sweet dreams

dream, sweet dreams,
for what refuge have we but our dreams,
vivid and coloured beyond this contemptible world and its mortal rules
truly dream, sweet dreams,
for what refuge have we but our dreams,
if we are to face another sunrise,
dream, delectable dreams,
of nectar and love,
of freedom and peace,
for what refuge have we but our dreams,
dream, sweet dreams,
take refuge in your dreams,
this world is the illusion that one day will be past,
as is now present,
but dreams are future,
for what refuge have we, but our dreams?