Tuesday, August 28, 2007

22nd August:

got drama! got new monolounge! i type out! its quite nice la, to me=)

(4 WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL)
Matthew: Garreth used to prefer funerals to weddings. He said it was easier to get enthusiatic about a ceremony one had an outside chance of eventually being involved in. In order to prepare this speech, I rang a few people, to get a general picture of how Garreth was regarded by those who met him. Fat seems to be a word most people connected with him. Terribly rude also rang alot of bells. So very fat and very rude seems to have been a stranger's viewpoint. On the other hand, some of you have been kind enough to ring me to tell me that you loved him, which i know he will be thrilled to hear, You remember his fabulous hospitality...his strange experimental cooking. he recipe for 'Duck a la Banana' fortunately goes with him to his frave. Most of all, you tell me of his enormous capacity for joy. When joyful, when joyful for highly vocal drunkeness. But joyful is how i hope you'll remember him that way. The most splendid, replete, big-hearted, weak-hearted as it turned out and jolly bugger most of us ever met. As for me, you may ask how I'll remeber him, what i thought of him. Unfortunately there i don't have word. Perhaps you will forgive me if i turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger: W.H. Auden. This is actually what i wanted to say:

'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a jucy bone.
Slience the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out teh coffin...let teh mourners come.

Let the aeroplances circle, moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead.
Put crepe bows 'round the necks of a public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East, my West.
My working week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one.
Pack the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

END! sad sia! the whole thing... but they are gays la..
this abit disgust me... no offence...

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