Sunday, October 31, 2004
Probably nutted when i wrote this.. ha ha.. apologies for posting it here.. reckoned it was highly amusing.
Life for many in the vast masses is not one of perfect tranquility. Au Contraire, many of the populace, at least the small proportion of the populace that forces its company on me - loosely based on which i make sweeping generalisations, is but a seething cauldron of discontent. If one indulges in the very rewarding activity of cooking, I could provide a fine example. Mind you, Iam not referring to a chef de culinaire of some sort - even the novice cook who cooks when his wife is away on a sunday would relate to the example I allude to - simply a frying pan with some wetness in it with merely a few drops of oil contributing to the violent mixture - one hears a crackle as the fire heats the pan and nature contrives to cretae a vitriolic explosive mixture. THAT is what the significant portion of the populace resembles when i say 'a seething cauldron of discontent'
Life, this unsatisfied lot contend has not blessed them with the right things one needs in life. Now let us for a few minutes turn our collective attentions to the right things in life. What, one is tempted to interrogate, make up these "right things in life"? Some might think its money - these are the practical sort of coves which the poetic philosophical soul abhors. Hardly the type we should spend valuable time discussing. Yet others think its brains thats important - the old ticking gray matter that decides just about everything one does and how one does what he does. Consumption of copious amounts of fish, apart from simplifying digestion, acts as a fine fertlizer for the old geezer inside the safe haven that is the skull. However useful a quick and large brain that ticks on seriously in all matters could be, in my humble opinion, it pales in comparison to the usefulness of a quick wit. This coupled with an inane ability to laugh at oneself is just what the doctor orders for an ailing soul. Propensity for laughter is what keeps the world going. Laughter being the best medicine is a saying that comes to mind. This might have been an adequate phrase in the goold old days of yore (if at all) when medicine was a culinary delight and the favourite afternoon snack consisted of a pint of cough syrup. When John admonished his son Johnson for feigning illness just so he could have a taste of the new medicine in town. These are the days when medicine is something only taken when circumstances make it a necessity and the taste buds recoil at the prospect of medicine. The phrase then is woefully inadequate in modern times. Laughter is a healing balm that soothes not only the aching soul but is also a welcome companion in cheery times. I suggest they change it to something like "laughter is the best handphone" or something like that - just to reflect changing times and what these days is a constant companion to us..
I for one am always willing to share a laugh. My life has been singularly embellished with a plethora of laughing moments and though a lot of them have been at me instead of with me, I will jolly well relate these experiences at any time anecdotally on a long rainy afternoon. In fact, contrary to public opinion, my favourite practice to while away time is not exercising my size 9.5(UK size) feet on the dance floor moving to the latest and greatest in the bing bang world of clubs. Even my pints - which I love dearly - do not sweeten the taste buds as fine when I endeavour in such debauchery. Instead, the pint tasteth sweetest when in the comforting company of an attentive, humorous ear and as the sound of laughter rings and pervades the sound waves - making the air around the room vibrate, in response to a well timed anecdote of mine, THAT is when I feel light as a feather, fit as a fiddle, fresh as a spring flower, fragrant as a bottle of 2002 bordeaux.
Not to say the feeling of tapping my feet to the rhythm of the newest r&b dancefloor hit - something like "iam da daddy and you mah bitch" or the dance chart hit - "la di da li la" or the latin chart hit "she sucks me like a butterflty" - all these activities rouse a different side that a poetic soul might take as the coarse baser instincts. They entertain elevate and exhilirate beyond anything else, but therein lies my great argument, they do so not because of the rushing adrenalin or even the satisfied hum of testosterone raging through the body in the presence of nubile females, that invariably accompanies such dancing. Instead the sheer gaiety as one cuts a debonair figure on the floor, stems from seeing Polly next to you smile at you from the corner of her eye just as Daisy discreetly skips around to dance next to you - it is the smile and the laughter. It may well be said that the smiling and the laughing is nothing but a sign of other things - the sound of the rushing adrenaline and satsified hum of testosterone. Tell me though, without the laughter where will the sound of either of them be heard? Fun, laughter and joy - the essence of the spirit, the ultimate end to any human activity, the elixir that fills any arid, thirsting heart!
Ah - you've read through all that bilge? That, my friend is a sign of patience - another great quality that pays to be cultivated young. It, however, falls well outside the ambit of the current passage to test your limits in this admirable quality. Go search and seek out laughter where you can find it - and where you cannot, inspire instigate and illuminate the conversation with it!! I, meanwhile will go look for my Polly ;)
Life for many in the vast masses is not one of perfect tranquility. Au Contraire, many of the populace, at least the small proportion of the populace that forces its company on me - loosely based on which i make sweeping generalisations, is but a seething cauldron of discontent. If one indulges in the very rewarding activity of cooking, I could provide a fine example. Mind you, Iam not referring to a chef de culinaire of some sort - even the novice cook who cooks when his wife is away on a sunday would relate to the example I allude to - simply a frying pan with some wetness in it with merely a few drops of oil contributing to the violent mixture - one hears a crackle as the fire heats the pan and nature contrives to cretae a vitriolic explosive mixture. THAT is what the significant portion of the populace resembles when i say 'a seething cauldron of discontent'
Life, this unsatisfied lot contend has not blessed them with the right things one needs in life. Now let us for a few minutes turn our collective attentions to the right things in life. What, one is tempted to interrogate, make up these "right things in life"? Some might think its money - these are the practical sort of coves which the poetic philosophical soul abhors. Hardly the type we should spend valuable time discussing. Yet others think its brains thats important - the old ticking gray matter that decides just about everything one does and how one does what he does. Consumption of copious amounts of fish, apart from simplifying digestion, acts as a fine fertlizer for the old geezer inside the safe haven that is the skull. However useful a quick and large brain that ticks on seriously in all matters could be, in my humble opinion, it pales in comparison to the usefulness of a quick wit. This coupled with an inane ability to laugh at oneself is just what the doctor orders for an ailing soul. Propensity for laughter is what keeps the world going. Laughter being the best medicine is a saying that comes to mind. This might have been an adequate phrase in the goold old days of yore (if at all) when medicine was a culinary delight and the favourite afternoon snack consisted of a pint of cough syrup. When John admonished his son Johnson for feigning illness just so he could have a taste of the new medicine in town. These are the days when medicine is something only taken when circumstances make it a necessity and the taste buds recoil at the prospect of medicine. The phrase then is woefully inadequate in modern times. Laughter is a healing balm that soothes not only the aching soul but is also a welcome companion in cheery times. I suggest they change it to something like "laughter is the best handphone" or something like that - just to reflect changing times and what these days is a constant companion to us..
I for one am always willing to share a laugh. My life has been singularly embellished with a plethora of laughing moments and though a lot of them have been at me instead of with me, I will jolly well relate these experiences at any time anecdotally on a long rainy afternoon. In fact, contrary to public opinion, my favourite practice to while away time is not exercising my size 9.5(UK size) feet on the dance floor moving to the latest and greatest in the bing bang world of clubs. Even my pints - which I love dearly - do not sweeten the taste buds as fine when I endeavour in such debauchery. Instead, the pint tasteth sweetest when in the comforting company of an attentive, humorous ear and as the sound of laughter rings and pervades the sound waves - making the air around the room vibrate, in response to a well timed anecdote of mine, THAT is when I feel light as a feather, fit as a fiddle, fresh as a spring flower, fragrant as a bottle of 2002 bordeaux.
Not to say the feeling of tapping my feet to the rhythm of the newest r&b dancefloor hit - something like "iam da daddy and you mah bitch" or the dance chart hit - "la di da li la" or the latin chart hit "she sucks me like a butterflty" - all these activities rouse a different side that a poetic soul might take as the coarse baser instincts. They entertain elevate and exhilirate beyond anything else, but therein lies my great argument, they do so not because of the rushing adrenalin or even the satisfied hum of testosterone raging through the body in the presence of nubile females, that invariably accompanies such dancing. Instead the sheer gaiety as one cuts a debonair figure on the floor, stems from seeing Polly next to you smile at you from the corner of her eye just as Daisy discreetly skips around to dance next to you - it is the smile and the laughter. It may well be said that the smiling and the laughing is nothing but a sign of other things - the sound of the rushing adrenaline and satsified hum of testosterone. Tell me though, without the laughter where will the sound of either of them be heard? Fun, laughter and joy - the essence of the spirit, the ultimate end to any human activity, the elixir that fills any arid, thirsting heart!
Ah - you've read through all that bilge? That, my friend is a sign of patience - another great quality that pays to be cultivated young. It, however, falls well outside the ambit of the current passage to test your limits in this admirable quality. Go search and seek out laughter where you can find it - and where you cannot, inspire instigate and illuminate the conversation with it!! I, meanwhile will go look for my Polly ;)
Friday, October 29, 2004
Overflowing emotions all around me - no, they're not necessarily mine.. and they're not necessarily positive.. strengthens the resolve to keep away from all this bad shit!! Keep it unemotional eh - only plan for peaceful existence.. The heart, or mind, or wherever else that these emotions stem from.. it must be a terrible place indeed.. and to be able to have such a hold.. the power to make one feel somewhere between seventh Heaven and cloud nine.. the power to make one feel like an utter miserable wretch.. Learn from your mistakes they used to stay.. That aint true no more.. Life is too fast.. Learn from others' mistakes as well.. very selfish and utterly inconsiderate maybe writing it here.. but hey I will learn from all these people around me.. take heed people.. beware the 'ides of march'....
Monday, October 25, 2004
No work again.. drank friday saturday and sunday night.. ha ha.. bad shit.. MUSt work.. MUST WORK!!!!
Life is rapidly turning out into somethign that happens in between drinkign sessions.. not a good thing.. Astalavista to all this shit.. bring on the books eh.. what better place than here, what better time than now! i start studying... NOW!!
Life is rapidly turning out into somethign that happens in between drinkign sessions.. not a good thing.. Astalavista to all this shit.. bring on the books eh.. what better place than here, what better time than now! i start studying... NOW!!
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Man oh man.. been a frantic couple of days - seemingly tons of things to do.. and I aint completing any of them..
Anyway, thanks for the messages of concern and all.. well, water under the bridge and all that.. i refuse to B(l)og people down with stuff like that..
Enough of serious shit eh...
An Ode to the Warriors...
This weird fear i was feeling
Off my insecurities it was feeding
Life's troubles I tried to dodge and duck
But with this nameless fear I was stuck
For a quick soluion i raked my brain
In desperation it was all in vain
As my mental strength it began to drain
It only amplified the excruciating pain
But just as i thought this would be my end
My mind turned around the bend..
The solution i did figure
Was single minded pursuit of pleasure
If i chugged plenty of beer
There wouldn't be place for fear
This feeling i thought'd be gone
If i could watch some quality porn
But then the Lord intervened
My mind away from sin he weaned
I heard the shout from the second floor
Life suddenly ceased to be a bore
"Warriors of the night..
Come together, unite!"
Familiar was the rallying call
The one call that rules them all
To life's troubles i dont give a fiddling fart
Hey i'll just go pawn some heads in Warcraft!
Anyway, thanks for the messages of concern and all.. well, water under the bridge and all that.. i refuse to B(l)og people down with stuff like that..
Enough of serious shit eh...
An Ode to the Warriors...
This weird fear i was feeling
Off my insecurities it was feeding
Life's troubles I tried to dodge and duck
But with this nameless fear I was stuck
For a quick soluion i raked my brain
In desperation it was all in vain
As my mental strength it began to drain
It only amplified the excruciating pain
But just as i thought this would be my end
My mind turned around the bend..
The solution i did figure
Was single minded pursuit of pleasure
If i chugged plenty of beer
There wouldn't be place for fear
This feeling i thought'd be gone
If i could watch some quality porn
But then the Lord intervened
My mind away from sin he weaned
I heard the shout from the second floor
Life suddenly ceased to be a bore
"Warriors of the night..
Come together, unite!"
Familiar was the rallying call
The one call that rules them all
To life's troubles i dont give a fiddling fart
Hey i'll just go pawn some heads in Warcraft!
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
losing a friend is sad.. i think i lost one last night.. too fucking bad.. didn't have to, but dont think I caused it.. so fuck that..
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Keeping it up.. yeah.. been trying to study and actually managed to study.. not as much as i would have liked to.. but certainly much better than most of the efforts this semester so far.. but bloody hell, miles to go before I sleep indeed (you know this oft repeated phrase is from a poem.. i was fascinated when i read it as a kid.. for my english class).. doesnt matter - i shall keep plugging away..
Been listenign to weezer.. they aint bad at all.. think gonna take some CDs from the half-chick and listen to whole albums.. my muse.. he he
So much shit going on - and these kids around me.. am convinced they are all mad.. insane.. I mean, each one has his/her own trip.. hardly anyone who is normal at all.. they all dont seem to like THINK! I know i should be the last one commenting others being eccentric.. i aint no saint myself.. but oh well.. pardon the pun, but i do very much pale in comarison.. oh well.. to each his own...
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
Been listenign to weezer.. they aint bad at all.. think gonna take some CDs from the half-chick and listen to whole albums.. my muse.. he he
So much shit going on - and these kids around me.. am convinced they are all mad.. insane.. I mean, each one has his/her own trip.. hardly anyone who is normal at all.. they all dont seem to like THINK! I know i should be the last one commenting others being eccentric.. i aint no saint myself.. but oh well.. pardon the pun, but i do very much pale in comarison.. oh well.. to each his own...
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Just to clarify eh.. the previous post was a mere joke.. a trifling attempt at humour.. there was maybe a wee bti of substance.. but it aint personal folks.. ZQ and R are fine - abslutely fine eh.. its the mush.. and hey, i certainly AINT jealous.. you wouldnt find me polluting the corridors with mush.. no sir, not in an NUS hall.. ha ha.
anyway, now that thats out of the way,.,. its 6am yet again.. tried to study - and studied a fair bit tnight.. probably the best stretch this semester.. ha ha.. that shows you how sucky its been all this while eh? my lfie is going to revolve around the study room and the dining hall henceforth.. funny, i mean my life is going to revolve around notes and books and all things academic..
aint got any dumbass topic to rant and rave about today i think.. will try and think of something for morrow.. normally happens anyway when iam trying to study.. amazing what the head comes up with when you try and channel it to constructive purposes..
minor point - it is a beautiful early morning.. the night that started out sultry and humid matured into this decently cool peaceful thing.. and now it is that time when the rest of the world - at least the world in my immediate vicinity - is fast asleep.. i just walked onto the rooftop and this calm, serene setting - its like the calm before the storm feeling i guess.. the sky has a faint glow that promises a bright sunny morning.. its liek pippa's song.. the "lark on the wing, snail on the thorn" kind of thing.. (except that ofcourse the probability of finding a lark near here would be smaller than the proverbial needle in the damn haysack.. but yet, the possibility does exist) This would pass as my favourite time of day.. only, I cant claim to facing it too many times a year.. there is something about this nice quiet feeling right? (bet noone believes i say this.. how many times do i ever respect silence eh?) Maybe its the silence.. maybe the magnificient solitude.. whatever.. i just like it.. and too bad if that doesnt fit my personality profile dammit..
ok ok .. time to bloody sleep..
Pippa’s Song
Robert Browning (1812–1889)
THE YEAR’S at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!
This one - am very very sure is posted elsewhere in this blog - but i remembered and re-read it.. and apologies for re-inflicting this on anyone reading - he he :P
4AM
Its too late for night too early for morning
I cant keep myself from incessant yawning
A look at the clock tells me its about four
I cant go to sleep though my eyes are sore
Now, i dont know why iam still wide awake
Despite knowing i must sleep for rest's sake
Ouside the window even the noise of traffic is gone
They will return I know with the first light of dawn
Amazing this cycle.. day and night and another day
Never once from this sequence does nature stray
If you think about it life's about the same
Only the duration is on a different scale
Arent there days when you are on cloud nine
Arent there days when things arent so fine
Ofcourse this nasty cycle has to break
When your last breath you take
Then again its a never ending cycle from a larger view
You live you love you die but then there's life new
our lives -these days, nights - the tides in the seas
in a cosmic puzzle are they each a piece?
Now i look again outside the window
Watch the world at rest below
how beautiful the stars look in the sky
Beautifully crowded yet desolate they lie
Bright they still shine as if they dont know
that Soon it'll be dawn and they'll have to go
Yes everything around you, its purpose does serve
Theres a point to everything u do, hate and love
Like the change of day and the time of season
If i cant sleep now that too must have some reason....
anyway, now that thats out of the way,.,. its 6am yet again.. tried to study - and studied a fair bit tnight.. probably the best stretch this semester.. ha ha.. that shows you how sucky its been all this while eh? my lfie is going to revolve around the study room and the dining hall henceforth.. funny, i mean my life is going to revolve around notes and books and all things academic..
aint got any dumbass topic to rant and rave about today i think.. will try and think of something for morrow.. normally happens anyway when iam trying to study.. amazing what the head comes up with when you try and channel it to constructive purposes..
minor point - it is a beautiful early morning.. the night that started out sultry and humid matured into this decently cool peaceful thing.. and now it is that time when the rest of the world - at least the world in my immediate vicinity - is fast asleep.. i just walked onto the rooftop and this calm, serene setting - its like the calm before the storm feeling i guess.. the sky has a faint glow that promises a bright sunny morning.. its liek pippa's song.. the "lark on the wing, snail on the thorn" kind of thing.. (except that ofcourse the probability of finding a lark near here would be smaller than the proverbial needle in the damn haysack.. but yet, the possibility does exist) This would pass as my favourite time of day.. only, I cant claim to facing it too many times a year.. there is something about this nice quiet feeling right? (bet noone believes i say this.. how many times do i ever respect silence eh?) Maybe its the silence.. maybe the magnificient solitude.. whatever.. i just like it.. and too bad if that doesnt fit my personality profile dammit..
ok ok .. time to bloody sleep..
Pippa’s Song
Robert Browning (1812–1889)
THE YEAR’S at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!
This one - am very very sure is posted elsewhere in this blog - but i remembered and re-read it.. and apologies for re-inflicting this on anyone reading - he he :P
4AM
Its too late for night too early for morning
I cant keep myself from incessant yawning
A look at the clock tells me its about four
I cant go to sleep though my eyes are sore
Now, i dont know why iam still wide awake
Despite knowing i must sleep for rest's sake
Ouside the window even the noise of traffic is gone
They will return I know with the first light of dawn
Amazing this cycle.. day and night and another day
Never once from this sequence does nature stray
If you think about it life's about the same
Only the duration is on a different scale
Arent there days when you are on cloud nine
Arent there days when things arent so fine
Ofcourse this nasty cycle has to break
When your last breath you take
Then again its a never ending cycle from a larger view
You live you love you die but then there's life new
our lives -these days, nights - the tides in the seas
in a cosmic puzzle are they each a piece?
Now i look again outside the window
Watch the world at rest below
how beautiful the stars look in the sky
Beautifully crowded yet desolate they lie
Bright they still shine as if they dont know
that Soon it'll be dawn and they'll have to go
Yes everything around you, its purpose does serve
Theres a point to everything u do, hate and love
Like the change of day and the time of season
If i cant sleep now that too must have some reason....
Monday, October 11, 2004
I've done it.. yes, I have gone and watched SATC - I mean, the mere use of the acronym should be considered a disturbing event.. but hell yeah, had a minor SATC marathon.. and i tell you.. i confess i liked it.. i used to watch it years ago.. i liked it then and i guess its still ok now.. and BEFORE you blame it on oestrogen secretion and confer an honorary you've-become-a-chick title and roll out the red carpet.. halt.. for the record, Samantha(Kim Catrall i think is her real christian name) is my favourite character and I think they should do a spinoff.. something like "Charlotte the Harlot" or something.. in fact, Samantha should figure prominently there as well.. and i will look forward to Charlotte and Sam getting it off on salami and spam.. alrightttt.. no indulging in celebrity pornographic fantasies here.. there might be ladies reading this..
Oh yeah - ZQ and R are officially an item now.. apart from him telling me, their exhibition of love in my room - she was sitting on his lap for Chrissakes.. settled it.. and we can rest assured of persistent feminine presence on the 6th floor.. and the waves of love reaching out in the near vicinity.. now the funny thing is.. at 530 am, these 2 were strolling.. not in the long wing of the 6th floor.. which i have not pissed around and marked as my territory.. but they were actually in the short wing.. however stouthearted a fellow is.. you have to admit, i mean i daresay it is next to impossible to maintain your equanimity when you find a couple (one attired in PINK spectacles no less) so obviously in love right outside your door.. i mean, hand in hand.. they dont just walk.. they seemingly glide through.. wafting like some odour that assails your nostrils..
but anyway yeah.. i think they should have a rule against this sortof thing(do they already have in some muslim countries? :P).. noone should be allowed to inflict such mushiness on the unsuspecting public.. especially if they have mush-allergic delicate constitutions like mine.. such love should be kept to the confines of a room.. or a secluded private spot.. or if it has to be unleashed, then only when there is a quorum.. like maybe if there are 5 people in the neighbourhood.. the waves will be spread thin.. but if only one person has to bear the brunt of such an attack.. bewarned my friends.. the soul shudders, the thoracic cavity shakes and the walls of the long intestine tie up in coils causing anything from indigestion and retching to downs syndrome and aids... well yeah, kidding.. good to be in love i guess.. may the Force be with them and may they always use protection and all that.. just dont let me in on the MUSH eh.. mushophobia.. he he ehe
alright.. most of the abovewritten nonsense is just the bilge it resembles (if it looks tastes and feels like shit.. it probably IS shit, dont you know?).. so peruse at your own leisure and believe at your own peril.. am off now.. enough bitching ;)
Oh yeah - ZQ and R are officially an item now.. apart from him telling me, their exhibition of love in my room - she was sitting on his lap for Chrissakes.. settled it.. and we can rest assured of persistent feminine presence on the 6th floor.. and the waves of love reaching out in the near vicinity.. now the funny thing is.. at 530 am, these 2 were strolling.. not in the long wing of the 6th floor.. which i have not pissed around and marked as my territory.. but they were actually in the short wing.. however stouthearted a fellow is.. you have to admit, i mean i daresay it is next to impossible to maintain your equanimity when you find a couple (one attired in PINK spectacles no less) so obviously in love right outside your door.. i mean, hand in hand.. they dont just walk.. they seemingly glide through.. wafting like some odour that assails your nostrils..
but anyway yeah.. i think they should have a rule against this sortof thing(do they already have in some muslim countries? :P).. noone should be allowed to inflict such mushiness on the unsuspecting public.. especially if they have mush-allergic delicate constitutions like mine.. such love should be kept to the confines of a room.. or a secluded private spot.. or if it has to be unleashed, then only when there is a quorum.. like maybe if there are 5 people in the neighbourhood.. the waves will be spread thin.. but if only one person has to bear the brunt of such an attack.. bewarned my friends.. the soul shudders, the thoracic cavity shakes and the walls of the long intestine tie up in coils causing anything from indigestion and retching to downs syndrome and aids... well yeah, kidding.. good to be in love i guess.. may the Force be with them and may they always use protection and all that.. just dont let me in on the MUSH eh.. mushophobia.. he he ehe
alright.. most of the abovewritten nonsense is just the bilge it resembles (if it looks tastes and feels like shit.. it probably IS shit, dont you know?).. so peruse at your own leisure and believe at your own peril.. am off now.. enough bitching ;)
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Had a fun talkcock cum drinking session last night.. yeah we ended at like 530.. and i was up at 10+ to attend softball training.. haha.. but damn it was fun.. this is what i want more of.. just chill and talk cock and listen to music and have fun.. university life.. isn't this what its supposed to be?? Good shit eh..
Well - supposed to meet the NTU gang.. the junior one.. aint sure if I actually wanna go.. and if I do if i wanna stay all the way.. yeah, cause J will be there and really now what am i thinking.. do i wanna see and remember? dammit.. i think not.. amazing how things can turn from great to fucked up in a short while.. haha.. but i think i am beyond that shit now.. fuck this shit ;)
did u try
then fail and cry?
did you ache
then wonder if it was all a mistake?
did you break
then many dear things forsake?
did you forget
then someone else you met?
did you feel the pain
then swore never to do it again?
did you yearn
then move on and learn?
did you on ur feet stay
then when you could, walk away?
did it bring u to your knees
then leave your heart in many a piece?
did you think forever
then hurt when you realised never?
oh well.. go fucking learn...
Well - supposed to meet the NTU gang.. the junior one.. aint sure if I actually wanna go.. and if I do if i wanna stay all the way.. yeah, cause J will be there and really now what am i thinking.. do i wanna see and remember? dammit.. i think not.. amazing how things can turn from great to fucked up in a short while.. haha.. but i think i am beyond that shit now.. fuck this shit ;)
did u try
then fail and cry?
did you ache
then wonder if it was all a mistake?
did you break
then many dear things forsake?
did you forget
then someone else you met?
did you feel the pain
then swore never to do it again?
did you yearn
then move on and learn?
did you on ur feet stay
then when you could, walk away?
did it bring u to your knees
then leave your heart in many a piece?
did you think forever
then hurt when you realised never?
oh well.. go fucking learn...
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Goddammit - wrote something and this beastly machine swallowed and spat it out somewhere - fucking computers!!! Iam gonna start programming again and fuck them up the way i used to.. that will put them in their place.... bloody hell!!
anyway this studying thing aint working.. elaborate plans and strong convictions are amounting to nothing.. what the heck.. sheesh.. i suck!!!
and yeah, was talking to J and she reminded me of how twisted we used to get sometimes.. ha ha.. weird shit..
did i post this somewhere already? well, if i did.. or if you dont have the stomach for it, refrain from reading eh.. but hey i didnt mean all of that.. it sounded funny!
screwed in the head
Bright and cheerful, the early light of dawn
A bird outside my window ushering in the morn
Sweet notes of melody it sings
I wanna tear its fucking wings
The day so beautiful, fresh and new
The grass glistening still with drops of dew
I take a walk to breath in the air
The morning inspires no worry no care
I chance upon a little fluffy ball of fur
Realise its a kitten, I watch her purr
She probably is almost as miserable as me
Cause as she stretches her feline limbs I see
She is malnourished and underfed
I wanna smash her fucking head
As I walk on I forget my miseries
See the girl of my fantasies
I inadvertently slow down my pace
My gaze riveted at her angelic face
She looks so pretty as she glides in her white gown
Wonder how she'll look in black leather strapped and bound
She gives a dazzling smile as we pass
All I wanna do is give it up her arse
What the fuck is wrong with Me??
anyway this studying thing aint working.. elaborate plans and strong convictions are amounting to nothing.. what the heck.. sheesh.. i suck!!!
and yeah, was talking to J and she reminded me of how twisted we used to get sometimes.. ha ha.. weird shit..
did i post this somewhere already? well, if i did.. or if you dont have the stomach for it, refrain from reading eh.. but hey i didnt mean all of that.. it sounded funny!
screwed in the head
Bright and cheerful, the early light of dawn
A bird outside my window ushering in the morn
Sweet notes of melody it sings
I wanna tear its fucking wings
The day so beautiful, fresh and new
The grass glistening still with drops of dew
I take a walk to breath in the air
The morning inspires no worry no care
I chance upon a little fluffy ball of fur
Realise its a kitten, I watch her purr
She probably is almost as miserable as me
Cause as she stretches her feline limbs I see
She is malnourished and underfed
I wanna smash her fucking head
As I walk on I forget my miseries
See the girl of my fantasies
I inadvertently slow down my pace
My gaze riveted at her angelic face
She looks so pretty as she glides in her white gown
Wonder how she'll look in black leather strapped and bound
She gives a dazzling smile as we pass
All I wanna do is give it up her arse
What the fuck is wrong with Me??
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Funny day.. it was the old man's wedding.. yeah, everyone around me sure thinks I am the old one.. but back in the good old days when i was 18 and in NTU, there was this guy who was 24.. he was from poly and had worked for 2 years before he came to ntu.. and well, we all used to call him Da Old Man.. he is 31 now.. cool eh.. and finally got married to his girlfriend of ahem.. 16 years! they've been together since he was in sec4.. talk about high school romance siah..
Anyway, met the whole gang and man, we talked about our old days.. all of our current jobs.. and as always.. other shit that they keep asking me about and i MUSt put up with.. basturds!!! and when i was revealing my slacking ways ("totally attended 3 hrs of lectures, warcraft everydady, skipepd 4 tutorials etc") and then CheeLip not to subtly reminds me "but thats the SAME FUCKING THING you did in NTU man.." - guess some things havent changed much eh... but yeah.. this is more to myself than anyone in particular (just like the entire blog? stoopid disclaimer this one) - i will not be slack.. i shall be more disciplined.. going to study in the library morrow.. on a sunday.. yeah!!
oh - and then we went Barcelona for drinks (no iam not tripping or anything.. for the unenlightened, it is a bar at robertson quay) and we were chilling out with more beers (yam senging during the dinner wasnt enough) and apparently there was some eusoff bash at newsroom.. and saw X there.. talked to her.. i dont think she knows what she is doing eh.. chionging like 3 times a week.. madness!!
anyway, yeah.. see iam doing stoopid things like talking about mundane nonsense that happened.. darn.. no fun.. no good.. i will have to rethink this..
and yeah.. this one is funny.. did i post it before? one of those working blues thingies..
The Truth
iam not growing up
iam growing old
iam not getting wiser
iam getting cynical
iam not gaining experience
iam gaining weight
iam not prosperous
iam plain fat
iam not saving for the future
iam spending in the present
iam not working hard
iam unable to find anything better to do
i dont prefer hanging out with the boys
i just cant get a girl to hang around with
iam not being good
iam just not getting any action.....
Anyway, met the whole gang and man, we talked about our old days.. all of our current jobs.. and as always.. other shit that they keep asking me about and i MUSt put up with.. basturds!!! and when i was revealing my slacking ways ("totally attended 3 hrs of lectures, warcraft everydady, skipepd 4 tutorials etc") and then CheeLip not to subtly reminds me "but thats the SAME FUCKING THING you did in NTU man.." - guess some things havent changed much eh... but yeah.. this is more to myself than anyone in particular (just like the entire blog? stoopid disclaimer this one) - i will not be slack.. i shall be more disciplined.. going to study in the library morrow.. on a sunday.. yeah!!
oh - and then we went Barcelona for drinks (no iam not tripping or anything.. for the unenlightened, it is a bar at robertson quay) and we were chilling out with more beers (yam senging during the dinner wasnt enough) and apparently there was some eusoff bash at newsroom.. and saw X there.. talked to her.. i dont think she knows what she is doing eh.. chionging like 3 times a week.. madness!!
anyway, yeah.. see iam doing stoopid things like talking about mundane nonsense that happened.. darn.. no fun.. no good.. i will have to rethink this..
and yeah.. this one is funny.. did i post it before? one of those working blues thingies..
The Truth
iam not growing up
iam growing old
iam not getting wiser
iam getting cynical
iam not gaining experience
iam gaining weight
iam not prosperous
iam plain fat
iam not saving for the future
iam spending in the present
iam not working hard
iam unable to find anything better to do
i dont prefer hanging out with the boys
i just cant get a girl to hang around with
iam not being good
iam just not getting any action.....
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Everytime I tell myself I will be disciplined.. but everytime i fail.. crap.. somewhere along the way i lost the plot.. fucking hell..
but yeah.. dodgeball was fun.. as in the movie called dodgeball.. ben stiller is such a cock..
was telling the story of a very confusing portion of my life to someone the other day.. hadnt really told anyone except 2-3 other people.. but since its soo much water under the bridge, and since i wanted to show an example of something.. i did tell the story... and then i recalled this reallllly cheesy one i wrote during that time.. hahaha.. i dont know if anyone still reads this.. but if you do.. dont ever quite me on this one.. embarassing shit :P
Im not mother earth
But if i was you would be my sun (son)
Im not a barbeque.......................................( racist shit i was)
But if i was you would be my steak well done
Im not a buzzing beeBut if i was you would be my honey
Im not an accountant
But if i was you would be my money
Im no thorn
But if i was you would be my rose
Im no fireman ( or pornstar)
But if i was you would be my hose
Im no poet
But if i was you would be my muse
Im no great lover
But if i was you would be my excuse
but yeah.. dodgeball was fun.. as in the movie called dodgeball.. ben stiller is such a cock..
was telling the story of a very confusing portion of my life to someone the other day.. hadnt really told anyone except 2-3 other people.. but since its soo much water under the bridge, and since i wanted to show an example of something.. i did tell the story... and then i recalled this reallllly cheesy one i wrote during that time.. hahaha.. i dont know if anyone still reads this.. but if you do.. dont ever quite me on this one.. embarassing shit :P
Im not mother earth
But if i was you would be my sun (son)
Im not a barbeque.......................................( racist shit i was)
But if i was you would be my steak well done
Im not a buzzing beeBut if i was you would be my honey
Im not an accountant
But if i was you would be my money
Im no thorn
But if i was you would be my rose
Im no fireman ( or pornstar)
But if i was you would be my hose
Im no poet
But if i was you would be my muse
Im no great lover
But if i was you would be my excuse
