Hahaha. Thanks guys : ) It just stinks when you're studying and you sleep late only to be awoken by cantankerous matriarchal noise. (dig THIS, Joseph Conrad. UH !)




Anyway... just a little observation. I would think "Hey, nice to see you. Going home?" would be a rather pleasant, every now-and-then kind of greeting to an old schoolmate on a bus. A reply like "Of course lah then where?" would be a little startling, because that genial form of greeting "Hey, nice to see you. Going home?" actually meant "hullo". Of course one could argue that she was tired and wouldn't bother thinking that way, but it's just the same to me when one would also smile at a neighbour and receive a look of disgust or cynical dubiosity in return. One could wonder... is it a blatant disregard of courtesy or naivete in social savoir-faire?

Or perhaps I'm just too affable a character.

Twenty-fucking-one years of my life, and she still doesn't get it.

Twenty Fucking One. If you're reading this and saying, "aiya 21 only" then I suggest you stop here and don't continue. I blog for the only reason that I put down my most personal thoughts into concrete form: a WEBlog.





Sometimes, I wish I was like Tim, in an ang-moh sense, that I was taught to move out of the house at 18. Freedom's a bitch at times, but it's ever more so dear to me now that it seems all the more worth it. That's the reason why I only come back home at night. That's why I wanted so bad to go on the exchange programme, even if it means only half a year of freedom. That would be utter bliss.

Sometimes, if she just didn't stick to narrow minded bigotry and puerile stubborness, I'd probably be more receptive as a son. If she could only reflective home why her older son's turning 30 soon and still unmarried. If only.


"Why other people got girlfriend can come back home, even when he has a car?"




Why were the other cousins allowed, even when they did not have the legal ability to drive then, to socialise and "hang out" with friends when your son had to come straight home from school every day? Why did your son have to take advantage of a flexible college time table so he could surreptitiously go out with his friends? Why did you conduct such an oppressive regime at home in earlier years, only to realise that it's too late for change now? Wait... You probably still don't.





FUCK.

The word of the day. Four letters into a single morpheme.

Sometimes I feel so useless =(

Word's that Proton, who's lost about 591M Ringgit in the year to March, is planning an "Islamic" car. Featuring a box to store a copy of the Koran, a compartment for a headscarf and a revolutionary compass to indicate the direction of Mecca, Proton feels no other carmaker would be able to match such a formula.




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I'm telling you, The Economist is an excellent magazine.

I was downloading Gwee's Students' love poems without a thought when I realised it's what it reads: Students' love poems.


Sweet feelings of euphony. It sounds alright, doesn't it? Only thing is, how do you feel euphony??? The sentence itself is an execrable paradox.



Serenade me in the starlight
Dance with me till twilight
Be with me till dawn-light
And we shall disappear at sunlight.


You know I love to do cheap rhymes, but this one's the one to top it all. hahAHahHAhHAhaHAHHAhHAhAHAHAHhAHHAHAhHAhAHaHHAAHa


I won't go further, and I'll end it up with my favourite : ) coincidentally or not, it's from the only guy, or so I think.


The Love That Dares to Spell Its Name

‘A game of skill becomes a word for chance,
When perchance you drop your aitches;
Prithee do not look askance,
When for you I drop my breeches.’
‘Lawksamercy, I’ll mind my ps and qs
And never let my curiosity by piqued:
To so much as glimpse it I staunchly refuse
Lest I, caught in the act, by my father be licked.’
‘Let us, with impunity dot the is and cross the ts,
And be bold for an act worthy of Krafft-Ebbing.
Watch me turn your vow of silence, with ease,
Into something vulgar – no, not sh–,
Though its stench from my arse is up-rising.’

– Melvin Chen Junming


Okaaay.... gotta go.

It's that all too familiar period in school. Everybody's studying. It's so dreadful I wish I was back in the days of NPD with sonic the hedgehog and final fantasy III on my PC. Absolutely brainless-fullfilled days to pass the days till the O, R and D. Can you believe it! I'm still blogging about the O, R and D!

This little Piggy lost his left ear.This little Piggy lost his right ear.This little Piggy lost his snout.This little Piggy's almost gone.

And this little Piggy's gone. Down my darling's oesophagus.

Sabrina was bored. She's so cute =) I love her.

*seems like everybody's breaking up

and throwing their love away

but I know I've got a good thing right here : )

I stared up into the sky at the pool tonight, and I was pretty surprised to see quite a few stars. You don't get that very much in Singapore, unless you've been to the islands like Tekong. The brighter ones must've been satellites, but the ones above (from my p-o-v) an artificial satellite must be Orion's Belt. Somehow, the triple stars that form a straight line, at least from the p-o-v of the naked eye, named Orion's Belt got me wondering in my mind the illimitable possibilities of the human race. Will our descendants be riding on Star Destroyers and staring out into the jillion number of stars in what we know as space, thinking the same things as I do? How far more can we press with science and technology, I do not know.



I was browsing through one of the Economist's latest issues, and the main article was on religion. The world's moving out of secularism and becoming more religious, and if one read the contents you could only ponder on the biblical intepretations of Armaggeddon in the Book of Revelation. Will we all perish from the fires of a nuclear war, or shall we advance into the space age, travelling beyond the limited boundaries of our Solar System, past the borders of the Milky Way into the boundless void?




Just a certain number of random thoughts I felt I should type down.













Anyways, I'll end this with a "fornicate off, ben" : )



meheartsmo =)