Mass matriculation commenced today, and being the corpulant sod I gloated the entire day, not having to endure the long queues and excruciating pain of waiting for my turn to matriculate. And What the Fuck is WITH the word? (The expletive here, very necessary. The incredible emotion is summed up in one word. OR maybe it's just a lack of vocabulary that limits my capabilities to elucidate an emotion in complex verbose. "WAHHH nabei lah shuddup Dudley." Tee hee hee.) I have to study the etymology of the word, it's four syllables tooooooooooo long.












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If one thing that Rag's enlightened me on so far....... it would be that the music in my Nano's pretty outdated. By using "outdated" I don't mean it's got OLD music. I'm merely twisting the word to a distant meaning, that I haven't uploaded and updated its contents in a while. (Singlish, very confusing, hor. I'm not going to stop speaking Singlish, it's my heritage, and I sincerely think it's very cool. Damn zai, lor, Singlish.)











Which is why I decided to upload songs from The Beatles, various mambo songs sent to me by the eleemosynary Josh, and Michael Jackson. This brings me to the reason I've decided to blog today. It was something Duncan said when he asked why I was borrowing his MJ CDs. He commended on his intelligence and the power of his MTVs. I thought about this, and I really agreed. A week ago, I was mindlessly surfing through youtube (A very excellent website, I must say. Steve Chen and Chad Hurley, the world lauds your creation and no doubt it will serve as a base of convenient knowledge acquisition, if nothing else, for years to come.) and decided I should watch Michael Jackson. It's queer I didn't realise it then, or perhaps it was an unconscious thought but it just didn't surface until Duncan articulated it out for me.


The enigma that is Michael. Intelligent might be the word, as described by Elizabeth Taylor too, but it's such an overused praise that it's become stale. He single-handedly writes his songs, coreographs his music video dance scenes and personal moves. It just underscores his acuity in entertainment, and the fluid moves when he dances are astoundingly climatic. So who cares if he's dodgy about being black or white, or peripherally white ? Mj can sing, and he can move. He's the King of Pop. Boy bands can have NSYNC, the Backstreet kids, the Moffags, and it's an illimitable list when it's Rock, but I have to say, Michael is the zenith of all that is Pop.





And that's the Truth !

LO AND BEHOLD, I AM BACK !



































It's been a while, innit ?







































Not that you'd care. I mean, I don't even know YOU, YOU.............. the clandestine dreg of the swinish multitude !







































Now wasn't that an acrimonious attack of the worst kind ? Of course NOT ! This isn't the quintessentially virulent blog which attracts THOUSANDS of readers everyday ! Now now now... what's the name of that blog....................................... oh well ! never mind ! It's not to say she's got a disarmingly enamoring quality about her, nor does she have the capacity for adroit verbiage. Fuck that. This ain't about that. This sure as heck isn't about, that this is not that, but this is this !











Okay, so I'm really back. It's been, wow, a month and a half. I can't decide, whether it's plain laziness, or that I'm too busy these days. Busy. Or when people are confused, like the scientists and psychologists out there who can't affirm on a theory, I'd say it's because I'm BOTH lazy and busy. BUT those who know me KNOW it's much more due to the fact that I'm still very much the sloth. Call me... Sloven Porcine. Hee hee hee. Sloven porcine still cracks me up, have to thank Tim for that :)







Back on track, where did I leave off ? Aaah... the last post was about the trip to changi airport. Our (a very narrow pronoun here) dearly beloved Aaron has enlisted and, by some sheer dumb coincidence, a Delta recruit he is. Josh is part of the AHM running team for the commandos. Damn proud of you, son. We (again... another narrow pronoun) all are. I haven't been meeting up with A1X too... as well as Adam and Kenneth. I'm not making sufficient effort to catch up with everyone, especially those dear to me... but I'll try to. Will try to. And I haven't been to cell or church in a while either. I'm still filled with doubts. Like, I was filling up this survey form for one of my psychology research programmes, and one of the questions was about Faith, and I put a circle according to the sentence that read, "I do not believe in a God", just a tier below "I firmly do not believe in a God." Ah well, I'll sort that out soon, I hope... and I guess I've got Special Sem, which is ending soon and that officially heralds the start of school for me, and Arts Rag.





Which brings me to my next update. Arts camp and Rag ! My mind's still racing and boggling from it, I don't know why. I just don't. I had SO MUCH fun, and it was absolutely smashing. And I have Jimmy to thank for. Dude, without your persuasion I wouldn't even have bothered joining camp. AND I wouldn't have met the incredible bunch of people from Askari. Here's where I become really embarrassed, because only a couple of months ago I had this "intuition" that I would dislike NUS (maybe UCC emanates bad karma, or that play I caught there was just plain terrible.). Arts camp changed all of that. Askari did :) Perhaps it's the collective mindset that everyone's there to have fun, havoc with water bombs and fright night and all that asininebutIduncareitssobloodyfun games we had, WOW man, WHOA. I've been staying over for a couple of nights in school for Rag. It's really not the best of charitable jobs to do, like washing cruddy cans and cutting and sawing and drilling and painting and sweating heaps, it's the company I truly enjoy :)


Not to mention that there're a lot more girls than guys. I mean, hey, I'm a dude. Dudes take note of these things. Not sure how the primal muliebral mechanism works in ladies, but I'm a dude, man. A dude can be pretty shallow on his knowledge of dudettes, but a dude knows a dude inside out. But never mind that, now. It's got me thinking about my status. I've been single for an entire year, and I've still got that repulsing inhibition in me. Life's so different now from where I was a year ago, though I still think I won't be able to balance a relationship.


But............... I do take comfort in the fact that I have officially bonded myself with the MOE, and I'm officially a Civil Servant. It's cool to have your studies paid by tax payers (heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh) but there's responsibilities at work too, which even though I pretty much dread, I know I have to uphold them. Well, at least that's one constant in my life now, a career and an ambition that I've carved out for myself, a foothold I've dug into as first base. Moreso, that knowledge within is analeptic, since that direction gives me a certain amount of drive.


Who knows, studies, my insatiable quest for knowledge albeit sluggish, friendships, relationships, at least there's one constant factor in my life. A career. I do hope my folks are proud of me. I really can't care what other people think. If they choose to be the narrow-minded, obstinate bigots and not realise that it's really a matter of Choice than desperation, then so be it.

Somehow, during my interview for the Award, it was really a mixture of politically correct white-lies and half-truths, but when I was asked what If I was unsuccessful in obtaining it, I said that I'd still pursue teaching in NIE. Thinking about this, I was telling the truth. Can't care less what other people feel, but it's so overpowering, knowing that you speak from the deepest ends of your heart and for once you come to realise that the light which illuminates your path is with you.







(Interesting to note, too, that from time to time I switch from first person to second person pronuns, and back again. Is it effective, engaging, or you just don't care ? I don't know. I can't even decide WHY I do it. TELL ME ! TELL ME WHY !)













There you have it. My latest update. Tim, fuck lah. update your blog, can ? Or I'll really have to read missy Wendy Cheng's blog SOON. And come back to Singapore, please :( And Teck, your birthday's coming. I'm sorry A1X can't celebrate it with you, but rest assured, I'll be in the U, S and A REAL SOON AND I'LL VISIT YOUR ASS UP NORTH! (Hehehehehehehehehehehehe the pun was unintentional. FER REAL)




Okay, ta-ta ! I'll be back... BITCH