now i know why i don't blog often anymore. cos the posting screen is ugly. everytime i see it i don't feel like writing!

anyways, played paintball on saturday.... what is amazing about paintballs is that they are just hard enough to hurt but not pierce your skin. when i returned home, i looked at the red mark on my chest, left by a point blank shot. if it had been a real rifle, that mark would still be there, except that it would have been hollow, and my left shoulderblade would also have been blown clean off as the bullet spirals through my lungs, mangling everything in its path and exploding out my back. people go to war because they didn't have paintball those days. because they didn't have the chance to look at a paintball bruise and go, "oh my god.... that would have taken my eye out along with half my brain."

but paintball is fun. countries should wage paintball wars instead of real ones, and just see who wins. in the end, everyone would have a bit of adrenaline pumping fun, get to go home to their wives, and at the same time resolve all their differences. ok it's not as easy as that. people go to war because their lives depended on it. don't fight, die. fight, die. i hope singapore doesn't go to war. i hope the paintball marker is the hardest and fastest projectile i'll ever get to experience on my chest.


i want to sing. i want to stand in front of tens of thousands of people, and sing. my heart out. and mesmerise the audience for all of 10 minutes (maybe 20). and then, as the curtains close, go back to become a normal cornell student who stares at his computer screen and hums along with robbie williams.

Sketch

Sketch:
A painted easter egg in a broken glass of sherry
A crying child and a fireman's fury
Billowing sails in a ruby sky
A piece of your mind

Read:
My wordless confessions
The thin red line between your heart and mine
A kiss in the parking lot
Each of a thousand prying eyes

Live:
In the warmth of my dreams
In the cradle of my prayer
Till the end of the road
And don't say it's over