Yet again

my entry, in twos

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 13:42:12 GMT

ok, after very MUCH insistence from my friend(you know who, and you must be giggling having succeeded to get my slothful psyche to update this), i'm ushering in a new year. packing up my room and all. so neat hor, nadia? :)

and to the rest, whoever you may be, i wish you the greatest blessings as you ride on the sanguine rays of the new year that will soon herald. 2009 has been a year of miasma and tribulations, one that has taught me the fundementals of living, what matters and what does not, in the bigger schematics of life.

and yes apologies for the pixelated pictures. my digital camera is with my dad, who is currently frolicking in Kuching. cheers.

my oh-so-meticulously packed cupboard. really, i could care less about packing the notes in chronological order. that is the least of my concerns.i'm thinking of tuition next year.

acs. the days of yore.

Neil Strauss and The tics in higher detail. My nokia camera sucks, lah.

Princess and Queen Cleopatra, i've been reading renditions of it. From margaret atwood to colleen mccullough. Isis has been providential indeed.

my laptop

and my reading list (sounds cliche i know). my men's health calendar says, learn how to iron a shirt (alludes to someone).

ok, nadia. dont giggle. your turn to show me your room :P

asdfaf

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 02:56:54 GMT

its amazing how time flits cursorily when you're absorbed into tasks. 15 hours a day? seems interminable but its amazing how perfunctory the motion is when it becomes indoctrinated. this place is dead, i've wondered why i still do bother updating these days.

on another note, i've realised one of my seniors in in harvard's sqaure. wow. thats the ultimate holy grail.

2 days, the best is yet to be.

muse

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:34:29 GMT

far away. this ship has taken me far away.

the cumulative fatigue i'm feeling now is IMMENSE. it has this additive, searing pain and fear of the chill of the library air-con that may affect me for years to come.

i'm hitting threshold, its only 5 more days. what is a minuscule 5 days compared to the enormity of the past year? a smattering.

i came, i saw

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 09:17:43 GMT

FUCKING MACHINE. FUCKING SMASHING THOUGH THIS CONVULUTED PILE OF RUBBLE AND GUESS WHAT?

I FUCKING SURMOUNTED IT.

ROAR

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:36:06 GMT

HEAR ME ROAR. STUDYING 14 HOURS A DAY FOR THE PAST 5 MONTHS. FUCKING ROAR. IM GONNA SMASH THE FUCKEN PAPER. THAT MEANS 98 HOURS A WEEK.

ROAR IM GONNA FUCKEN DECIMATE YOU. ROAR. YOU ARE A FUCKEN INEPT, LIFE-LESS ENTITY THAT WILL BE REDUCED TO A SMATTERING OF PULVERISED SLUDGE.

sigh.

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 16:17:08 GMT

Felicia lee, murdered in her apartment.

dont be a goddamn sucker for ang mohs la seriously. will gullible women wake up and somehow get disenchanted in this delusional labyrinthine cobweb of lie and deceit?

you are making me turn against you when i see you with an ang moh, you know that? i dont want to fucken turn my face against my own kind.

or must i give up hope on my own kind, and seek greener pastures elsewhere? become a SPB(sarong party boy?) this is seriously arsinine. what do they do with you? swing you with other men, objectify, repackage you as some sex-toy under the pretext of i-love-youS that actually mean i-love-fucking-your-pussy, and then, before you know it, you get duped and your prime moments of your life sail you by?

so what if they're tall? do they know fundemental arithmethic? do they know how to appreciate women for their intrinsic feminity other than the wetness between your legs? can they hold a tenable argument/know the value of fiscal prudence? shame you on spgs. the bulk of them are so....could i use this word, odious.

i have this penchant for our local women, petite, feminine and this inexplicable attraction. dont make me lose faith la, seriously. this is a sad state of affairs.

and i will overcome

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:46:27 GMT

sometimes i wonder if its worth it after all?

retaking just to get into law? when everyone else has matriculated, and me, being left in this clinical place of desolation and melancholy?

i know i must fufil my destiny, my kismet. i have been studying for 10 hours a day for 10 months, inclusive of weekends, and ace-ing all tests and exams.

it is nigh-time that my efforts come to fruition. my only strength is this inviolable, inalienable belief in myself.

and i will overcome.

sometimes

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 17:01:44 GMT

sometimes a man has to fight for his dreams

while sacrificing the fleeting moments of romance with his girl.

life deals us with cruel cards sometimes.

my ideal

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 13:50:13 GMT

my ideal girl:

let me break my parameters down:

looks: as long as she's not too overly overweight, neither is she anoreixic, has a lil' bit of flesh, she's great. im not too particular over boobs or nipples, i dont really feel a girl should be feel inferior or any less of a woman just because of her less than perfect endowment. i could only imagine the anguish and unspoken angst that must have presided through her maturation years. how can a man reject a girl just because of her boob/ass size? its terribly infantile and ill-fitting of any gentleman in today's society. im not trying to be a deviant here, but i feel that size of the bust and ass are no where near the be-it-or-end-all kind of criterion.

emotional background: i'd love a girl to be cosmopolitan, educated, writes beautifully, knowing how to be docile and subservient at times, emotionally stable, meaning she finds greater things than indulging in a sybaritic life of excess and clubbing, finding greater pleasure in fine caviar, reading and maybe sports?

i'm not asking too much, am i? i think looks ultimately are inconsequential when i have that special chemistry with her.

Happy 44th, S'pore

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 14:21:20 GMT

Singapore's happy birthday imbues me with a sense of nationalistic fervour and pride!

happy birthday singapore, and please, dont be a hypocrite saying you are Singaporean when you migrate off with your lebanese/ang moh husband to far away Scandinavia and visit Singapore once a year, and still have the temerity to profess your nationality in the newspaper.

which makes it all the more amusing. how can you feel any etched sense of belonging to indigenous Singapore when you're spending 350 days in Deutscheland with your oh-so-wonderful hubby and enjoying Mediterranean cuisine every other day?

Go away lah, Singapore's stranglehold on her Soverignty seems much more sanguine when you fuck off far away to faraway Eurozone, and your disillusional craving for white cocks, and white husbands. NOTE: i am not lambasting anyone who has to WORK or STUDY overseas, these are perfectly legitimate reasons, i'm particularly riled over those who uproot themselves in totality, migrate themselves to faraway Denmark and have this audacity to proclaim their Singaporean-ness, which is extremely offputting and sordid.

Good riddance aside, I am quite certain that i'll marry and raise my kids here in this land. this will be the soil that i will die on one day, however histronical it may sound.