on love

i still remember it as if it were yesterday. 4am, on a chilly winter night. alone in my dorm. forsaken by the world. words flowed as freely as tears.

They say power corrupts and love completes,
I say power creates and love depletes.
They say love is magnanimous and always prevails,
I say true love is selfish and usually fails.
They say love is based on faith and is nearly divine,
I say true love is based on deceit and excess time.
They say love results from an emotional connection
I say the idea of love is derived from senseless passion.
The pursuit of happiness is a bunch of mythologised lies,
That momentary illusion is the Devil in disguise.
When love is deemed to manifest itself as a person-
That sets the course for an inevitable altercation.
No human affliction is worse than that of love,
Especially if it seems like a blessing from above.
This is not a denigration of the importance of love in one’s life,
But rather a statement on the transitory feeling that only leads on
to strife.
Connubial bliss is nothing but fiction,
Love is nothing but a made-believe notion.

nothing really deep or profound.just a true reflection of my feelings.

hear hear

My ears are asymmetrical.

Apparently everyone knows this. Except me. That is, until I looked in the mirror today.

My grandad told mum its meant to signify that I am gifted both mentally and physically.

Id rather have normal ears.

wicked

it feels good to be proven right once in awhile.

i shall not reveal. just know.

a very special nite

I am glad. We went down, looked and got out. I came, I saw, I left. Not as much oomph as the immortal “veni vidi vici” uttered by one Julius Caesar to the Senate after his decisive victory over Pharnaces of Pontus, but a victory for me nonetheless. I still haven’t clubbed this month. Can u beat that.

It was a wonderful evening. Conviviality filled the surroundings, the skies were lit with circumambient camaraderie and friendship. It was great to see all of us together again. Life’s vicissitudes (I hate to use this platitudinal term but well) have disallowed our gatherings to be as frequent as they were before. But it was an awesome night. Much thanks to everyone who was there and made it special.

Id like to especially thank the man tonight, jason himself. Yesserie! He went around in a sari, with a guitar and serenaded his way to two dollars plus a few sweets, from 3 households. U da man mate. Much respect. Id love to post some pics up, but being the computer whiz I am, *suprisesuprise* I don’t know how to.

Had a sparing session with da boss. Pretty fun. I did better than I expected actually. That is before one caught me on the balls. Oh well.

Cant help but feel im not there enough for you. Issit me? Or issit you? Either way, I hope the morrow brings better tidings. I would love to see you smile again, even whine again, in that irritated yet cheerful way; anything but this melancholia you are experiencing. Despondence is contagious. Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone. That’s the biggest pile of bullshit I have ever heard. If any of you actually subscribe to that notion, get outta my life. NOW. But yes dearie, lemme know if you need anything.

I am learning ironing tomorrow. My versaces, bosses, d&gs, sanders etc are all stayin safely tucked away.

And whilst I am feeling excessively sentimental tonight, I shall end off with this expression of gratitude.

Thank you all for loving me, especially since im so hard to love.

not good.

Let me list out the achievements of someone I very much respect.

1. Head of School

2. Captain of First Cricket team

3. Captain of First Footy team

4. TER of 99.5 (translates to him being top 0.5% of the state)

5. Plays the guitar in a band which actually performs in front of audiences

6. Humble guy, to the point where he almost seems falsely modest, until you know him

7. Tall, good looking

8.  Is currently (successfully) juggling the law curricular with playing U21 Footy for WA

Mate, if u ever read this, im sorry for what happened after the P&L paper. All the best in your future endeavours.

Tonight is not a good night. Two of the people reading this blog are upset for one reason or another.

One refused to mention why. The other… endured something no daughter should endure. But emotions often get the better of sobriety and I urge you to empathise with them, as I empathise with you.

As of tomorrow, for the first time in my life, im not gonna have a maid no more. My dumbarse maid brought construction workers into my house when we were on holiday. And has been sneaking out to gallivant with those suckers in town.

My mummy was funny. She was worried the maid would go psycho and get the knives. Haha. So she made me stand guard in the kitchen. Which got boring after awhile. So I got wei in the kitchen with me and started kicking his ass.

And I am worried. Without a made, mummy’s gonna get even more anal about cleanliness in the house. She’s gonna be so kan cheong and stressed and surely that cant be good.

Oh well. Ill cross the bridge when I come to it.

And after no. 5, I suddenly feel better.

algebraic equations

I think I am attracted to the same kinda people. Its… disturbing, to say the least. I hated it when A took everyone for a ride. And now B is doing it. But strangely enough, A and B are the two girls closest to my heart. 
 
What will be interesting is if A and B turn lesbian. And they both wanna ride each other. (pun intended) Food for thought.
 
A and B will probably read this. A and B probably will know im talking about them. A and B would have heard the expression “no offense taken if none meant”. But knowing A and B, they’d probably have a cry at me anyway or bitch about me to their friends. Or they might just act completely apathetic.
 
A and B are interesting people.
 
Now for all you mathematicians out there, check this out. There are 2 unknowns. (A & B) But all those close to me would be able to find the unknowns without any equation. So you don’t necessarily need “one equation per unknown to be able to solve”. ( i learnt that in sec school. perhaps in JC you guys were tot some new method and you can solve some other way. i don't care. im a brilliant mathematician (: )
 
This is an embarrassing post. It been a bad day.

kei kiang!

I hate sophists. Or soi-disant intellectuals who perceive themselves as the fountains of knowledge. Or worse still, dumb arses who think they are smart, but simply use made-up tangibles and false empirical evidence to add some semblance of verisimilitude to their spurious, specious arguments.

Of all the earthly pleasures granted to us, I do not for the life of me know why would someone would choose to appear “correct” or “right” whilst knowing deep down that he/she is wrong. I mean, go climb a tree or something mate. Why waste 5 minutes of yo precious life indulging in casuistry, just to prove a point which you KNOW is fundamentally unveracious?

I suppose in the heat of the debate, some might be tempted to utilise paltry subterfuge to swing the deadlock into their favour. And that can be forgiven. However there are some who resort to this ridiculous and senseless chicanery constantly and I urge you not to. People do know.

The truth is always out there

because the night

Its been ages since I heard techno or eurodance in a club. The ambience, the music, the lights. Contrary to shijia’s dictum that “it is too dark, the music is too loud and the lights are blinking”, I miss those nights at orchard, MS, boat quay, shenton way etc.

Here is a compendium of the things I so miss (just to make a point of how much I miss clubbing):

1. wannabes promising their girlfriends “they won’t tio tonight”. Trying to fool naïve chicks into believing they have the ability to tio. Cracks me up.

2. big groups of long-haired boys acting all hardcore and me knowing full well if I got up and punched one, the rest would probably sit and stare. Self fulfilment.

3. both gals and guys acting all fly and shit, dressed up to the nines, ciggie lit up, “coke in hand, juice and gin, the same shit we were fucking with since way back then” –NWA
Indulging in the milieu.
It is interesting how I randomly seem to be typing out real hiphop song lyrics lately. Perhaps I’m going old skool.

4. the feeling when the clock strikes midnight. Ordinarily, I’d feel “ok, the day is just about over. Call a few people and hit the sack.” But on clubbing days, the night is only just beginning mate. Making your hours/days stretch.

5. the girls. The high quality ones of course. I NEVER pick up girls in clubs, but its nice to admire from afar. Eye candy baby, come to me.

6. the drinks. Always interesting to sit around over a few jugs of bourbon, beer etc. talk cock (a favourite of those boys with penis envy *ahem*) play ciggie games and stuff. Its most satisfying when you are just a lil high. Believe me. Excess is not encouraged. Strong drink is raging and wine is a mocker, enjoy your youth but don't go overboard.

7. the dance. Ooooo yea. Most of you guys know how much I like dancing to eurodance. Arms-a-flying, feet-a-shuffling, strutting your moves and knowing you are that damn good. Ah well, maybe not, but its nice to think that way. And of course, an inherent part of the dance, the shouting. With more enthusiasm than any school cheer, believe me.

8. the company. Ah this is the paramount thing I miss. Most of y’all reading this blog have been clubbing with me and to those who haven’t, we should go sometime. 31st july mates. Lets paint the town red!

luuurve baby luurve

Anywhere I go a fly girl will please me,
East to West college girls are easy
EaZy E

Boy I wish it were that easy.

with my mind on my money

What one man does in a single day is usually infinitesimal, but it is still nonetheless infinitely important that he do it.

I have placed my bets with Singapore Pools. Now I need to decide on what to place with the bookie’s side.

Deliberation. Contemplation. Money.

all's well that ends okay

There are 4 incidents which made this day a real swell one.

1. I woke up and realised I won both matches. The $25 funded my outing today. Wicked.

2. Beautiful promised ill be her best (platonic) guy friend forever.

3. I got a letter from the Western Australian Curriculum Council. My History exam script is part of the official WA TEE History Study Guide. I must admit, upon reading the copy I received, my answers weren’t at all impressive. But given that they were each written in 45 mins, I guess I deserve some slack eh. What makes me feel best is that for both my answers, the examiners thought I had to take longer than the 45 mins allocated for each essay to write the amount I did. Basically I write heaps. And I’m prouda that. I shall show them off when you guys come over k? Let me have my cheap thrill la. Not beautiful and champ though. That’ll be embarrassing.

4. Blurry told me she loved me. And I love her too. So so much.

FUCK U

I am sick of your pompous tarradiddle and acerbic remarks. Your innuendos about my past. Your belligerent pontification. If you are so cocksure about yourself, here’s a challenge. When a decade has lapsed, we shall see who bags a larger paycheck. Your argument of unfulfilled potential has enervated my magnanimous heart. You are now one of my many benchmarks, nolens volens. The difference is, my other comparables are to inspire me to try harder, but I’d consider myself a failure if I don’t do better than you.

Yes I typed this extempore. Probably will regret it. But cest la vie.

TGIF

Thanks guys. I keep my readership to a mere 10 as I thought all you guys would respond to me, being close friends and all. Thanks for making me feel so wanted and popular.

Friday is almost here. Perhaps a momentary alleviation from the placidity of my monotonous life. Finally get to meet beautiful and champ again. The first outing when the guys ain’t paying too. What a landmark event. Its weird how I seem to be missing champ so much. She’s not even that close to me.

No, don’t get jealous. I still love ya. More, if that’s what you’re after. I mean that.

I think Lady Luck just ain’t smiling on me. What’s wrong with you babe? A good-lookin, stylo kid here and u just don’t pay me any attention? Just bet a mere $20 with Singapore Pools for Copa America and lost both matches. This just ain’t right.

Insufficient material to study, insufficient resources to party.

I’m experiencing a severe deficiency of means. The sordid edge of reality hit me hardest this afternoon. I had to go out to buy lunch and I actually asked my mum for freakin $5. How demeaning.

I hate this. Hate.

life

Life is so boring now. I need something new. Something refreshing. Someone help me!

kudos to u

My mum once emphatically declared a defining characteristic of businessmen.

When the sky is falling, they say it’s still ok,
When they admit it’s falling, it’s fallen!

Somewhat ironically, it is this strand of stubbornness and unwavering self confidence that often creates the successful entrepreneur.I could regale you with several anecdotes of ma dad’s persistently optimistic friends who have gone from rags-to-riches many times over.

But the point is this. The man himself lost 300. Last night, he refused to ride with us. He reckoned our information was based on unsound information. He courageously stuck with his own instinct.

He lost. I won. But there are bigger things in life than winning a gargantuan $95. This man here has the extremely elusive attribute of self-belief, even in the face of adversity. And who better to possess this trait then an aspiring businessman? You’ll go far mate. I would invest in you. Not for soccer betting tho :)

newsflash

My healthy eating lasted all of 5 hours. Talk about willpower. I ate a tuna sandwich for lunch and after 2 hours of reading a Socratic dialogue on property, nothing could do better than half a tub of nutella on 2 pieces of toast. Waiting for dinner.