July

1. No u-know-what

2. No drinking

3. No clubbing

4. Eat healthy

5. 6 hrs of work / day (mon – thur)
2 hrs of work / day (fri – sun)

6. Run once in 2 days

7. Total smses to be below 1500

Watch out world. There's a new man in town.

flummoxed

And I was surprised at my own reaction. We had agreed. If either had someone new in our respective lives, the other would be a tad jealous.

But there was never any semblance of jealousy when I heard she got all swoony over some guy.

Cummon, give the boy a chance
2 on da floor n we shoot for romance!

My only explanation is that I was governed by the instinct of self-preservation, the sharpest instinct of all.

this is bad

I am a man expressing in himself all the pathos of helpless humanity in the face of the inexplicable and indifferent forces of life. The stark, bald headlands of fact lie before me; at their base, the thrashing, destroying waves of necessity threaten to overcome. I can no longer conceal the spleen that so colours my mood. Blessed by the mental clarity and inner directing application that permits me to sort out from the facts and avenues in life the particular things that allow my direct advancement, I have come to a realisation. I need money.

blehz

This is bloody ridiculous. UCL sent me a document detailing the literature I’m meant to read before my entry into the college! Sorry fellas, acquiring "background knowlege" of my subjects is not what I'd like to do during my holidays thank you very much. Anyway, here is the list of the books:

1. Adam Tonkins, Public Law

2. M. Berlins & C.Dyer, The Law Machine 5th Ed

3. Felix Cohan’s dialogue on property

I mean get with the freaking program people! It clearly stated in the program outline “no prior knowledge about law or legal matters is required”. And now I gotta read this shit. Another thing that scares me, they didn’t specify the pages I’m meant to read. What’s that implying? This does not bode well.

And check this. I’m meant to write my definition of property. So far, all I’ve come up with is “something that is owned by someone is his/her property”. Highly sophisticated now don’t you think?

I’m so gonna sound like a dimwit beside all the scholars and overachievers that are in my course.

aw u'd better believe it

4 a.m. Monday morning. Tired, dishevelled. But nonetheless grateful for my bf’s encouraging, if quixotic, entry on his blog which I just read. We down for life mate. U’d better damn well believe it. Much love.

Just in Case

One caveat: I suck at writing. Oh believe me I do.

Let me give u an example, from Thomas Kane’s Oxford Guide to Writing:

After receiving a nod in the affirmative, he proceeded to write his answer on the blackboard (long-winded)

Told yes, he proceeded to write his answer on the blackboard (better)

I prefer the former.

Perhaps one day I would tergiversate. Perhaps one day I would attain the elusive “higher level” of writing. Perhaps one day I would become a proponent of thrift and champion short, terse prose.

But till that day arrives, I shall write in the style I like. A small minority has called me il miglior fabro –the better craftsman- and I shall go by that. I shall continue to indulge in philistine circumlocution, pile up my subourdinate clauses, pack my lines airtight with superfluous adjectives, and run commentary on every perceivable track in sight.

This is my world, one of those worlds which encompass whirling tempests of methodology and technique in which ordinary charts and compasses are of little use – neither myself nor my writing will be judged by you.

Prologue

This introduction is a declaration of intent, the written surety of a genuine passion:

I have no other vanity but to take you on a journey.

Eyes are windows to the soul - mine is the medium through which you would see the outside world and analyse the inside self. It is my wish that through this journey, you would feel rather than visualise, dream rather than deconstruct, hope rather than despair. Share with me my plethora of dreams and together we shall savour the regenerative ennobling pale of friendship and enjoy sensations of the first magnitude. But we shall also endure the immanent interdigital retrogression of the soul and mind, the peril of monotony and impasse of spirit, even the decadence of betrayal, the stigma of unsanctioned concupiscence and the atrophy of moral life.

We shall explore the various facets of human nature and the anomalous and paradoxical contrasts of this exquisite existence that often come with, and are fuelled by, the former. Let us voyage through the blissful innocence of a child, the irrational angst in an adolescent male, the implicit perturbations of a teenage female. Then comes adulthood. The best security for sexual fidelity between 2 is to make interest coincide with love. But is that even human? That quixotic, perhaps perverse passion to be with but one individual? Is love really the quintessential desideratum? And then there are those moral questions. Indeed, the line between right and wrong can wane thin, to the point where the demarcation becomes almost evanescent. Ah, what a target I’ve set for us.

Let us embrace the gift of life and all its connotations.

Let us begin on this recherché ride.