| Rave//Rant Sunday, May 30, 2004 01:57 a.m.
its 2 in the morning and i can't sleep, i was thinking of you darling. i want to pin this down, like old photograhs mounted in the dusty but ever present album which contains the memories of my life... Today was magic dear. And i'd like to have it carefully recorded because the memory would have been too sweet to leave. I don't normally blog about my personal life as per say... but then, i guess this time i've fallen. and i've fallen so hard it hurts... does it sound silly dear, that i might have found it such a surprise? anyway, as the weeks have flown by, my affection for you has grown manifold and i don't know what the future holds. im scared it will end, im scared it won't, im scared and im avoiding the situation. i don't want to think about it but it haunts me. thats life i guess... lifeisbeautif right? i'll live in the present though, and, this entry will serve as a reminder to the precious time i spent with you.
today as i cradled you in my arms,
i was lost and whereupon you held my hand
and whence you looked into my eyes
in the park when you shared the sky with me
i probably sound incoherent but then,
im the silly silly boy lost right?
Wednesday, May 5, 2004 09:13 p.m.
Medicine interviews have come and gone. Its all in the hands of the varsity board now.... personal note: thank you darling for being so thoughtful when i was at my most apprehensive...*beams with happiness!*
Wednesday, May 5, 2004 09:00 p.m.
Perhaps. One day we will learn that there is great weight in expression/communication... at the same time, we might (just!) also come to understand that possesion doesn't quite equate to control. and... and...most importantly, when we do learn as such, perhaps, we might also comprehend that there is a difference between wanting/craving and cherishing another...
Sunday, April 18, 2004 06:49 p.m.
lol. Net quizzes are the BANE of a busy mans life...:D here is yet another.... http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=DGLD&g=1&o=1&h=183 The Slow Dancer, Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDm) Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer. Your focus is love, not sex, and for your age, you have average experience. But you're a great, thoughtful guy, and your love life improves every year. There's also a powerful elimination process working in your favor: most Playboy types get stuck raising unwanted kids before you even begin settling down. The women left over will be hot and yours. Your ideal woman is someone intimate, intelligent, and very supportive. While you're not exactly the life of the party, you do thrive in small groups of smart people. Your circle of friends is extra tight and it's HIGHLY likely they're just like you. You appreciate symmetry in relationships.
Your exact opposite:
Sunday, April 11, 2004 05:53 p.m.
Section 26, SAF act CAP 295, my favorite: Every person subject to military law who behaves in a cruel, indecent or disgraceful manner or in a manner unbecoming of a member of the singapore armed forces shall be guilty of an offence and shall be liable on conviction by a suboordinate military court to imprisonment for a term not exceeding 2 years or any less punishment authorised by this act...
Basically i can book all happy army boys for diggin' their noses in public....
ah the excesses of power.
Sunday, April 11, 2004 02:45 p.m.
And to my personal gift from God, thank you for everything. *brilliant smile*
Sunday, April 11, 2004 02:38 p.m.
Yes! This week i will be doing the *Anti-Riot drill! (note fanfare)* which basically consists of running up to an unruly crowd and beating them senseless with truncheons. *crackles knuckles with obvious pleasure...* i can hardly wait! :D Other than that, we have more Rules of Engagement, ROE, (boring), Protection of KINs (mega boring), Control and Restraint, C&R, practice (moderately intereasting) and finally Military Law (interesting) I suppose that sums up my week - the life of a military policeman trainee.
Oh and yes, i've finally decided that ive got enough time to maintain my blog... do check back on weekends yah? Only 120 hours more in-between updates. ho hum? Not that long when you think of it that way...
Tuesday, December 23, 2003 12:40 p.m.
Haha... got back from china three days ago with a massive set of photos! and a new camera and flash unit... and, and, plus plenty of new musical instruments! Ah... the joys of materialism! Well, the scenery in china was really nice, you won't believe how captivating rural landscapes can be! While observing the little farmers living life the way their fathers and forefathers did, in an honest contemplation of their work while soaking up the sun, one can only say that it was amazingly theraputic. I suppose the effects of this "nostalgia" were aided by the fact that for most dinners, we were actually eating the local produce... the simple physical labour that went into the dishes was palpable to say the least (and hence much more meaningful!).
Friday, December 5, 2003 10:16 p.m.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds,
Oh youheng! Thou has mis-construed.... everything!
Up the creek without a paddle! silly boy.
Thursday, December 4, 2003 01:58 p.m.
Now take weddings, thats the thing: some big bang of an event sometime in your life which will take place in front of a room filled with people whom you can't remember and who don't really know you anyway.... Thats exactly the function i just attended. First, the food was bad, it was patently overpriced: greasy slop. Second, i must say that Karaoke, probably is the most antisocial, socially accepted form of Third, weddings are auspicious events... or so you thought! Happy Happy wedding planners, must have thought that using GREEN, yes, that awful shade of venomous green, evil chinese movie green, deathly green, envious green, liquor as the yam seng drink would be a true fashion hit..... Not! Fourthly, the waitresses must have been the most well trained in the world. Not only did they serve drinks at random, (i had hot chinese tea in my cup one moment and ice cold sprite added to the tea in the next) they were very adept as keeping the table clean. All the cups on my table had those little paper serviettes under them at the end of the dinner because the waitresses just kept spilling the drinks If that isn't good service, i don't know what is.
Why i was first invited to my father's, aunty's, niece's, daughter's wedding is a mystery to me. Why it was so absolutely shoddy is another. Weddings as described above? It doesn't have to be that way does it? Sad.
Thursday, December 4, 2003 01:41 p.m.
*Looks around while huffing at the cobwebs that have built up in the last month! Gee... its all gotten rather dilapidated... or is it just me?*
As most will already have guessed, im free from the evil clutches of uncle, UNCLES. Hip Hip hurray! i suppose i'll do pretty well for most of the exams save chemistry, but thats another story. The exams are over and no mention shall be allowed on this site. I decree it. (makes me feel big to make decisions now... haha) Now that life has regained some verneer of normality, im back to my zany self.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003 05:22 p.m.
Oh yesterday - the last day of school!
Mood: Nostalgic, carrying on to faux teary eyes....
Had a lot of fun because there wasn't any lessons to speak of except a half-baked CT session which was basically us ignoring Mr Lee (as we usually do anyway) and wreaking havoc with the forest of cameras everyone deigned to bring.
I brought two. *smug look of a fool...*
The class managed to get a smattering of decent class photos - together as an ENTIRE class for once. Some herculean feat i assure you; everyones just too busy with their blasted commitments in Hwa Chong... Anyway, while everyone was happy snapping away, poor Mr X the class "insect" (i prefer dirty worm :thank you lawrence!)was left out (as usual). Yet, considering his great improvement in behaviour this year, i felt rather bad about it immediately afterwards. God bless you X, i really -no pun intended!- mean it.
Later at around two we went out for lunch - at coro for crying out loud! Still, given it was probably one of the largest groups of our class to ever sit down and make intelligent conversation without so much as stabbing each other in the back, it was rather fun. Rodney was teased to no end - pity his sordid little stint was revealed to his expense. *evil grin*
Anyhow came back right tired with the activities of the day and took the rest of the evening off, reading one of Kurt Vonnegut's finest novels: Cats Cradle. Ever read 1984? Brave New World? Well this book (quite short, finished in it 2 hours) is definitely on par with those literary classics in terms of its brilliant social commentary.... Read it hor?
Tuesday, October 21, 2003 05:22 p.m.
I do see problems with the current system of "CIP hours." Namely, it does not recognize CIP done to external bodies. The helpful student which shops for old ladies and helps invalids cross roads is at a loss when it comes to the awarding of hours. This isn't so unhealthy in itself but it does promote and endorse the idea/mindset that community service is only carried out in places away from home. In context, helping your neighbour clean the walkways of HDB flats, offering a hand to the aged members of the immediate community (on the way home) will in all likelihood - receive zero points.
In contrast, visiting a strange group of people in a home in a different neighbourhood is rewarded. This scenario is further aggravated by the fact that most of these activities are carried out in a group. This i feel leads to a further, unhealthy conclusion that CIP is not possible alone. This image is quite stark when we observe that students are quite willing to help some "old folks" in a home clean their toilets and chitchat - only to ignore their own grandparents, leave their rooms and common areas in disarray for their parents or worse, their grandparents, to clean.
Bugger this for some system that has the decency to clean up crap after it's done.....
Saturday, October 4, 2003 12:20 p.m.
Arrrgh... god my head hurts. The effects of yesterdays party have worn off and "The Hangover" (In Caps No Less!) is Killing Me.... :(
For the uninitiated, i threw a post prelim bash at my place yesterday. Despite the fact that we were two members short of the full guest list, the party went off admirably... Trivia to keep you entertained: the salsa dip wasn't finished, the cream salmon and mushroom steak hasn't caused any indigestion as yet *...i really slaved over those two dishes... comments anyone? taste?* and i have now got a ton of veggies sitting in my fridge which i will attempt to go through today... *grimances at the thought of carrot after carrot for breakfast/lunch/dinner...* Rodney got drunk, Jian Jiao got so drunk his face turned a nice bright shade of red and i got zonked. But no - i don't have much visible responses to alcohol... *grin*.
Darryl later stayed over to entertain me till one plus with his antics over photography...needless to say, we were giggling like a bunch of bummers. 's amazing how funny the world seems when you're miles high...Slept 9 hours till today and here i am... god my head hurts... time to go back to bed... you... you... errh *scratches head* you come again tomorrow yah?
Btw, ive decided to put up photos *yay*. Follow the link if you will...
There's a password on the thingamajig: user-name: dethroned, password: ppp2003..
The sky is sad.
Each drop is a sphere of perfection.
Striking the ground, these droplets save conceit
Staring at my soup bowl, i attempted to scoop out the last bits of vegetables. For a minute this effort proved futile until i realized i had been scrabbling at the little floral pattern imprinted on the plate....time to get new lights yah? I feel stupid.
Sunday, September 28, 2003 11:37 p.m.
Yes! the prelims are over! whoo hoo.... im back to blogging so there will be futher updates..
First im pleased to announce that other than the practs (for all subs!) and chem, i should do ok.... Granted thats a full 25% of my academic duties, i'll just pretend to "smile knowingly" and cringe like hell inside.... moving on-
For the literarily inclined, go check out Kurt Vonnegut's short stories. Amazingly powerful stuff. Remarkably acute observations on American life. His style is open, rather airy and occasionally vernacular. Good stuff for the soul; better than chicken soup anyway... Helpful to the end (yes, im a dog... ) i'll provide a link to get you started.
Tomorrow is also the day i get back my GP grades... depending on how well my attempt at "American Bashing" went, my fate hangs in the balance...
signing off; tweety - I 'fought I thaw a puddy cat...
nope -im not particularly lucid this evening either...
Thursday, September 4, 2003 11:34 p.m.
[Free/subconscious writing; a response to vigor shown in treatment of today's general paper examination]
He stood with hopeless unease; casting his pallid gaze to rapidly graying heavens, eyes listlessly scanning amorphous clouds. They offered no solution and their attraction soon palled. Resuming his blank stare, his mind left office, retreating to the recesses of his inner safe haven. Back arched slightly with a quivering tension, arms hung loose like serpents gone to rest. His breathing marked him guilty - that harsh laboring of lungs betrayed bitter feelings of inner conflict and resentment brought upon by his confused young sex. Place restricted by society, standing corrupt and castrated with notions far stronger than himself; He played an unwilling participant to a grand drama in which he was only a pawn of the lowest significance. His wants humble, his wants base. All denied and put into place.
Oh and please, to my warmest and dearest of critics, this has no extensions of my personal psyche. Hence, against all rationality, kindly remove the lens of armchair psychology and read uninhibited, uninhibited prose.
Tuesday, August 26, 2003 06:51 p.m.
Digital Self Mutilation is FUN. Its incredibly theraputic to take the brush tool in photoshop and spray it all over your own face... taking care to enlarge whatever defects you notice along the way. P.S Did i mention i was stressed?
Tuesday, August 26, 2003 01:05 p.m.
+ive taken down the entry: study fiend... ive decided its an eyesore and has no place on my blog... *sniff*
Sunday, August 24, 2003 11:43 a.m.
And this is me on a sunday morning, roused rudely from sleep to face another 10 hours of maths, chemistry, physics and biology. And you call me melancholic?
Bah... its time to go do work now, must stop my addiction to photoshop and photography in general! *grudgingly trudges to go have breakfast and get on with work*
Thursday, August 21, 2003 07:51 p.m.
Thank you lennard. It appears we both fall into the same personality archtype.... Whoop-di-doo; maths has addled my brains. I seriously need to get cracking with my work instead of doing net quizzes.
Some clarification of doubts - before this degrades into a PAP bashing war of poorly conceived words and thoughts.
Enjoy.
Sunday, August 17, 2003 10:04 p.m.
Yet another potentially bizarre project of mine...
Click the link to download the file.
Preliminary Political Science Conference Details
Sunday, August 17, 2003 09:45 p.m.
Oh...... ive just been so busy ive actually neglected to post one of my biggest achievements to date: Ive passed my AO chinese exams!
From a pathetic D7 to a lovely (pass grade) C6, im over the top of the world. I actually went out on the day i got the results with Kok Heng to Raffles City to have dinner and talk shop for hours on end.... Sort of a thereputic wind down in response to the ever-mounting stress of the A'levels.
Im a food -> stress person...one day, i know my indulgences will come to find me in the form of a heart attack or a stroke but at the moment, I -really- do want my meals fried to a Oily Crisp and lightly salted with about twice the normal recommended dosage. Yes siree, you could call me, "haappy as a pig..."
Saturday, August 9, 2003 05:56 p.m.
Happy Birthday Singapore! (whistles and cheers!)....happy birthday PAP (rather not so). The terms are interchangeable right? Until of course there is an actual form of an opposition in Singapore, this situation is here to stay... But wait, im in no place to comment! Being born and bred in Singapore, i probably have no idea of what the term democracy means - much less the necessity of having an functional opposition. Given singapore's special brew of realpolitik, hope is metaphorically speaking, a couple of decades of rainstorms for the flowers... don't get yer hopes up.... Speaking of which, singapore still chooses to castrate its citizens till the age of 21 for voting and running for office. I met Axil, the world's youngest MP for Sweden and mentioned it in passing. He looked absolutely horrified and gave me a minor sermon on the need for youth participation in nation building. 21 was in his opinion far too old and particularly suspect in view of mandatory National Service *shall not let paranoia get the best of me.... * Still, as complaints go, this is a pretty weak arguement. Nevertheless, it should still be addressed. Time for the unbrainwashed to holler and shout out!
P.S.. i do actually love my country....and on the whole, the PAP has done a great job...
Ah hahahah, reasons why we muddle waters for fun as children.
Saturday, August 9, 2003 05:40 p.m.
And the award for the most stringent critic of my work goes to my father. He came into my room, no, barged into my room today and suddenly requested to view my work. Caught in a very nasty spot, i hastily directed him to my photo.net site as i knew that criticism would soon come in heaps and bounds. Foolishly safe in the knowledge that the work there would be of a decent standard, i stood back and awaited *some* criticism. He never praises. With an already pessimistic outlook, my father outdid himself. My my my, was i in for a shock.... Not only did i get my luxurious share of criticism, i was unceremoniously told: " I spent so much money on a top-of-the-line camera (bull... its not!) and this is what i get...." *grumble grumble*
Well, all said and done, i suppose i should treat this as a lesson in humility. Perhaps, it is good to once in awhile have your work utterly ground to the dirt. Certainly helps to deflate egos... its deflated mine for the day. *dry, dry, dry, laugh. i am not amused*
Friday, August 8, 2003 07:05 p.m.
School was a bang. We had the National Day celebrations from 8 to 9.30am which was actually shorter than the time quoted so "happy-happy-joy-joy!" to quote ren and stimpy. Most importantly though was the fact that this year's entertainers where of a much higher quality than last year. The MC's were confident and concise while the small variety of acts were mostly well performed. Special mention, the Choir and Chinese dance which wowed us with their enthusiasm (forced?) and grace respectively. Congratulations Brenda, jean, and En En... life was made *enjoyable*.
Anyway, after the celebrations, i left school to get my 120 roll film developed at Photohub. This meant i had to walk pass NJC's bash which i might add, with a tinge of perverse pleasure, was in full swing when we, the wah chongians, were already flying off in droves *hah*...to add to this un-necessary air of competitiveness ever so common in singapore, there was also an unholy racket emanating from NJC (ive sunk this low to mud-sling for fun... do humour me and read on). Some inept singer was obviously having his or her day. For once, im glad im in Wah Chong. I value my eardrums quite highly ('round ,000 US or so im told *wink!*). To top of the celebratory mood for today, i had lunch with darryl at Jurong Point. Time flys. The last time i did that was some 4 months ago. Amazingly enough, both of us ordered the exact same dishes as the previous visit. Conclusion: Im (we're) getting old, too old to change our already deeply ingrained tastes....
Thursday, August 7, 2003 11:29 p.m.
First off, i admit to my own consternation, lennard, ive been neglecting my blog. It has rather stagnated somewhat so (hurrah?) a new entry at last! (saving which if i just sit still, end it here and act sheepish, im sure my hungry blog will forgive me. you won't though. So onward marche! Vi Va la blog!)
Went to Little India on a field trip today. From a shaky start as people were late, i must say, the outing went off admirably. The "scenery" was fantastic; almost like stepping off into another country what with the common language on the street being tamil and the very items on display a far cry from our usual, often bland and tame chinese small-shophouse paraphernalia. With the ever-present neon lights which illuminated the streets, there was a pleasent mis-mash of brilliant tones reflected off the buildings some of which were decrepit which only served to heighten the atmosphere. misc. note: ive learnt yet another thing today: tomatoes look glorious illuminated by fluorescent lighting!
In addition to the already luxurious setting for photography (let me croon!) , I also had the added bonus of being able to borrow a seagull TLR 6X6 camera! All i can say is that the film didn't come cheap but the images promise to be superb. I can't wait to get back my prints mhm mhm.... To all photographers in Singapore, i urge you to take a trip down to little India. Hell, I didn't even have this much fun on the field trip to Chinatown and that was during New Year! Truly, Little India remains one of the rare few sites in Singapore which hasn't been tainted by the process of "standardization and upgrading". In a nutshell, the shops have remained the same (back dated to the 1960's), the people, unshakably *ethnic* and the food (yes, photographers DO need to eat...) plain shang-gri-la; heaven on earth..... Glorious, glorious curry and nasi brani prepared by the authentic; My taste buds *have* been satisfied. Most importantly though, my wallet remains full It would be selfish to starve my wallet wouldn't it....? *dry laugh*
At approximately 5.50 per head to eat a full and well tasting meal is a rare occurance in Singapore. But then again, on further consideration, Little India has resisted change in so many ways... surely they must have resisted the ubiquitous inflation.... and yes, im very happy today.
Sunday, July 27, 2003 11:27 p.m.
Hurrah! Some yummy photos for us all...
Sunday, July 20, 2003 01:11 p.m.
[A conversation with a Machine]
"God" from a godless machine. It seems that only humans are worthy of religion. Lest we become totally blinded by the lures of newer, faster, better technology, let this reveal the folly of that path.
-Hello? is this the local church? I'd like to speak to the past-
[Beep] Welcome to the AutoGod Communication System. The pastor is currently unavailable. Please press (1) to learn more about God; Press (2) to help find yourself; (3) to give confession (4) to exit.
-Hello? hello? Is anyone there? Hello? Help me, save me, heal me. [2] Beep.
You have selected option two. Press (1) if you suspect your problems are borne from Childhood. Press (2) if they stem from existantial query. (3) If they are related to emotional truama. (4) If they belong in other categories or if your are unsure; (5) to go back; (6) to exit.
-[2] Beep
You have selected option (2) Existance is borne from god. And in god shall you do your glory. It is the greatest honour to serve and obey Him. Your existance is a consequence of a divine plan that he has devised for all of us. In him, our trust must lie and in no other should we allow this trust. God loves you. Press (1) if this was helpful; Press (2) if you would like to hear more. Press (3) to go down a level. Press (4) to exit. -[2] Beep
You have selected option (2). God Loves you. You are whole. Existance is transient, the soul is not. Fear of the unknown prevents growth for it is neither honourable nor worthy to live life in the shroud of death, the ultimate unknown. To be content with life itself and to bask in the Lord's bountiful provisions is all the great test of life requires.
Ahaha... unfortunately, ive run out of time for the moment... will finish up this piece of writing in the near future. Note: I wish i had more time. Check back for the complete transcript in the future. For those who know me to be non-religious and are wondering why this [distinctly religious piece] is up on my site, the reason is simple. No, i haven't found god, im an agnostic. Worries about blind faith in science and technology make me just as uncomfortable as absolute faith otherwise. Hence, i suppose, to reveal religion in such a light would serve to reveal my concerns in a most easily accessible manner. I welcome corrections if i have inadventantly misintepreted the doctrines of the Bible.
Saturday, July 19, 2003 10:09 a.m.
-untitled-
She plays the flower
To blossom she must fade;
Instead she’s a plastic wealth in place of a shade.
Another experiment in -short- poetry...i suppose the correct term would be a poesie. Some wild flight of an idea, I have to write these down before i forget them.
My “inamorata.”
To whom I have a purblind penchant for,
And now the exams are over for chinese. For the moment, i won't have the added bugbear of chinese hanging over my shoulders making pertinent comments over my ego's personal growth. That should produce some mental saiety for a while but then it'll wear off by the time i get my results back. All fingers crossed, i hope i pass.....
Friday, July 18, 2003 01:19 p.m.
Ho hum, chinese oral [AO exams] coming up in another hour or so and im beginning to feel the slightest hint of stress. Of course the chinese oral subject's me to no undue distress; it's simply another chance to be utterly humiliated in front of a fellow human being. Something that really seems to be perking my day up. I wonder, have you ever really wanted anything so badly you end up hating the very chase for that elusive subject? Have you? For me, i guess thats what happened: perhaps it was the hours of mechanical writing [Xi Zi] that did me in years ago, perhaps it was the repeated failures which dogged me in my earlier years. Whatever the reason (and there seems to be plenty!), the fact stands thus: i study chinese more than any other of my academic subjects. I also constantly perform the worst in this area. Honestly, I wouldn't have been able to memorize five lines of chinese in a straight coherent row even if my life depended on it.
Why can't the world just leave me alone?
Wednesday, July 16, 2003 11:48 p.m.
With collective ragged breaths of hoarse vocals and frantic gesticulations of the crowd, these desperate elements of hope coalesced slowly into the the amorphous feeling of general dispair which in turn crystallized as the matches dragged on. Hwa Chong was not the win the track and field finals today. We were all hurtling though the races gormlessly praying useless prayers....
Good god, i haven't laughed so much at a script in a long long time... please go check this out~
The UOB photo of the year competition closed today. Picture me: messy hair due to the rain, poorly done shirt (anxiety), clutching a silly package and rushing in at the last minute to hand up my work to NAFA. Take a step back, observe the other entries and tell me: IM A FOOL! First off, i learnt [today] that there isn't a Junior category for photography. Considering that this very important fact happened to be in absence from the entry form, i was to be left without a smokin' gun; it makes me rather miffed... Secondly all the professional entries were all larger than mine by a considerable degree. In this day and age where the phrase: "its not the size mate: its how you use it" happens to be wildly popular: i stick my fingers UP; theres that you bastards! Pooey, POOEY!
Thursday, July 10, 2003 11:23 p.m.
[Addendum: A fragment of something larger]
You didn't answer my question last night. Is that what you really want to do? Sleep around with other people before committing, before the hook? Tell me now if so.
[Text ends on a sour note]
Thursday, July 10, 2003 10:05 p.m.
While sitting in maths lecture today i had a brain wave, listen listen (nothing to do with maths *wink wink*), this might revolutionize the revolting habits of certain individuals which have rather *different* appetites...
Monkeys are 99.6% similar to humans, biologically speaking. Sharing most of the same genome as specis homo sapiens: i wonder if they taste the same....beautiful isn't it? cannibalism without ethical restrictions. Interested anyone? petty novelty?
Conclusion: I get weird ideas in maths.
N.B. Dr Lector would surely approve. Seeing ive both come up with a nice solution to the crux of his problems and have just read his book...*insane laughter*
Thursday, July 10, 2003 09:59 p.m.
Big things coming up!... tomorrow i get to measure the speed of light. As some of my equally zany friends might already have known, this wildly ambitious project has been sitting on my mind for some time...tomorrow, they get to see what im made of. HAH *grin*.
Tuesday, July 8, 2003 10:04 p.m.
Singapore: The next leap, our little independence.
Our Little Independence.
Water, our bless abstaining,
Yet,
However, all is not lost!
"scream terror she cried and
So saves the day,
Now i've killed it DEAD (always wanted to say that!). The exams are over, official. After the last bell rang, i swear that the huge "Acme" 10-ton weight just floated, with absolute disregard to the laws of physics, to the top of the world... Seems like the pressure cooker has been turned down a notch or two hasn't it? Ahh.. beauty [untroubled] sleep here i come again.
Other bits and pieces: got to meet an old friend today. My, my, he's changed summut; gone is the shy Nicholas of yesteryear - in place comes superman model xXx Nicholas with the special revolving tongue spunk outfitted with the latest sher-bang attitude. Definitely a change for the better - much more mature and confident!... good-on-yer' nicholas if you're reading this, a pleasure to have known yah....
Besides, besides he bought me coffee from Coffee Bean.
Anyone out there: favourable reviews anyone? Coffee? Wink Wink? Nudge Nudge? Beg Beg?
Tuesday, July 8, 2003 08:08 a.m.
Today... today... word has a nice ring to it doesn't it? It practically sounds cheerful: full of the presence of NOW and hope (perhaps) productivity. Unfortunately, today-today means none of the above to me....
For starters, lets "break it down into the wee bite sized bits my "cranky ol' brain" can only handle." I woke up, headache-y again as usual, late again as usual and feeling like a complete twit (which tisn't usual.) It would have absolutely made my day for today to pass hurriedly but then Nooooo, today i must remember to say thank you HJC, thank you bio pract exams, thank you pile of notes... no thank you silly boy, you shoulda studied while you had the time to laze at home an' update yer blog....
... so now, i seek refuge in the library (twit symdrome manifest) to memorize how ta draw misc. visceral bits of dead animals never before seen by my eyes,all because of that silly song by the Beatles [Imagine]...ahhhh can practically hear the divine strings of Lennon cutting in with the treble: "imagine alllll the people..... livvving for today..."
Sunday, July 6, 2003 03:08 p.m.
Something to waste the time away....
Air stilled, hovering - just, just - lumbers the deary night. Enveloping the ethereal with an alabaster hue, the pines hang silvered daggers facing the moon. Rows upon rows of buildings now slumbering, stand stilled giants of the day. Their isolation complete, breaking the shimmer in discrete patterns. Street lamps burn flickering fires which serve only to heighten shadows on the soulless streets.
shiver if you will.
This is the setting I play. I am the infinite, damsel and lover heart. Dancing my dance with the sun, he twirls me to bare all. Covering the world when he has left, I am a reflection of his radiance. To the owl-topped fir, I seek solace for he is the constant of fairy tales. Gently caressing the earth beneath my weak glow, peace be.
Sunday, July 6, 2003 02:53 p.m.
Leave your slippers at home.
A daily ritual:
Sing with gusto your national anthem,
Rush,
Trudging down worn pathways
Hurried, the day ends
Exhausted,
Sunday, July 6, 2003 11:51 a.m.
Yawn... today has been the first day i woke up without a pounding headache in the last two weeks....It seems the joys of post-exam stress -relief- are starting to poke my self indulgent tendencies.... I will go out today. Nigh, I MUST go out today: breathe the fresh clean air, get some sun before i become mildewed. Ta Ta Books; hello freedom, freedom to go boil my head in glue if i want ta.
Sunday, July 6, 2003 01:42 a.m.
There: Its Done. Today and today marks a new era - An era where i might bore total strangers with miscellaneous anecdotes about my pet goldfish, slime slimeballs and generally make a digital ruckus as and when i want to. (*Jeez* Its only been up for 2 or so hours and im already beginning to sound spoilt...) To cut a long story terminally short, my monster has been done; the last bolts of lightning fade as i watch it lurch down to the unsuspecting villagers below....
O what have i released? Heaven forbid it should be ME.
Saturday, July 5, 2003 09:51 p.m.
After the 900th year of my existence in contact with this blasted planet Earth, I must say that I myself have been extremely aggravated by the turns of the "English" language and its idiosyncrasies. As such, us aliens have been left quite nonplussed since the last century. Bearing in mind our confusion in the ever-evolving communicative channels, we have turned to cattle mutilation and ridiculous hoaxes to simultaneously prove and disprove our existence. Whats more we have alien agents on Earth gleefully handing out bogus photos of our dustbin lids as well as other household appliances flung into the sky at high speeds. While the last act might strike you as exceptionally malicious, I am most delighted to note that the slight tinge of what you humans might term as “conscience,”
doesn’t really apply to aliens. We just do this to show our fustration at our 200th year overdue invitation to your tea-parties.
Thence, to cut a long story short, I apply for the post of Senior Confoundits. With aim To "aid mankind in its quest to identify more aliens." Sadly, given all the technical expertise in crop destruction, our top scientists have insofar failed to learn how to scan the Skies.
Yours Humbly,
Occupus
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About the Author: Youheng is an 18 year old boy goin' on 5. He sincerely believes that the CareBears will be coming back and is anxious for their return to save the planet (or at the very least teach humanity some manners again.) He can be reached at ICQ no: 148260788 and will be more than willing to prattle about YOUR problems; saving which, if you don't have any, he could definitely give you a few new psychological ones. He is a vocal proponent of free will and takes the triple science stream in HCJC. He is also rather touchy about his deficiencies in Chinese and (for non-public reasons) - Hair -. Interests:
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