Mr Cellophane - taken from the Chicago Soundtrack

If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm
And shook his leg
You'd notice him

If someone in a movie show
Yelled "fire in the second row,
This whole place is a powder keg!"
You'd notice him

And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that person
it should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!

Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there!

I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
walk right by me
And never know I'm there...

Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and
scratched your ears?
You'd notice him

Suppose you was a woman wed
And sleepin' in a double bed beside a man for seven years
You'd notice him

A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see
him there

Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You-know-who...

Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there

what a sad song. i pity that guy. after his wife became a celebrity through nefarious means, this is the thankyou he got, for loving her. for attempting to take the rap for her crime. whatever larh. nonsense i'm spouting. mister cellophane. that's me right? no one ever notices me, that's my fate.

of course i could always try to follow others, but that isn't my style. they're opaque. refractive index very high, material of great denseness. i'm clear. i'm off.

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I'm going to be away for awhile, I don't really know what to say. The internet access is going off, so I guess you can stop coming here for updates, whether you're a good friend of mine, or an acquaintance, a stranger, or an enemy (though I'd like to believe I'm trying to be civil to everyone I come across now).

I guess I should thank my parents. They're even killing off the SCV. At least I can do something in 2 weeks. I won't do so badly. I'd rake As and Bs. Ok. There. Target set now. Allow only As and Bs. No room for Cs. Or anything lower.

Will be back maybe after prelims or something. Hopefully with good news. News that I got a perfect L1R5 and will be making my way to RJC. That's what I hope of course. And as we've all learnt, hope is a four-letter word. Don't sin, and God'll answer your prayers. Don't wish. Don't pray either.

Perform.

Though I wonder if it's enough. Or is it too late? You know, like ping shi bu shao xiang, lin shi bao fo jiao or like lin ke jue jing ya know?

Dang. even Luck is a four-letter word. Fine then, by the grace of whoever's up there deciding my Fate (Another four-letter word), I'll make it.

Everything boils down to this. And I thought I'd learnt. Time and time again when I thought I'd learnt from my mistake and get down to finally studying, no I just prove myself wrong. I can't even aim for a perfect score anymore. I have to pick and choose which ones I am confident of getting a 1, and which are attainable 1s with the amount of time I have left.

Here is my list of my dream L1R5:

English
Social Studiest + History Elective
O Level Chinese
Biology
E Mathematics
A Mathematics/Literature

There. Uhm, yeah. I've always had this personal superstition that actually saying out my dreams will make it impossible to achieve. But I'm going to throw caution to the wind and follow what all the self-help hullabaloo say about listing down your goals and actively working towards them.

Two more weeks. Two more weeks. Maybe I might commit suicide, throwing away all my bravado talk of never even considering the weak, cowardly thought. Actually, if I died, no one would remember me, apart from a few weeks of fenfenyilun, then I'd go down the annals of History as another idiot who couldn't take the stress of an elitist life.

Hell NO.

I'm rambling. It's time to get down to that Literature essay.

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seeya on the flip side.
quixoticka eulogized @ 9:39:00 pm