Night of the disturbing dead.

Camps bring out the strangest in people.

She kissing her.

He kissing him.

Licking other people's braces.

*shudders*

Camps provide quotable quotes.

"Eh Chee bai! Never die before issit?"

Damn you evil denizens of the deep!

*Roars in frustration*

It's 8.40pm and here I am currently stuck in school working on this God-forsaken project.

Of course, I'm mainly here because I still have a camp to be a part of for the rest of this night, but there's no denying that I want to cry because I am so exhausted.

And I'm bored out of my wits doing what I'm doing! It's insane and it's DUMB DUMB DUMB!!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH *tears at hair*

No. Can't do that. Wait no more nice hairstyle. *smiles*

I feel slightly better now. Not much, but still a little is better than none. I take pleasure in small things. Boobs excluded. Ha. Ha. Ha. Kit do not kill me for that statement lol.

Tralala... New Year's Eve please arrive a little sooner please? I am this close to marching to 7-11 to drown my sorrows in expensive (and probably not worth it) drinks.

I am sucked dry of energy.

Quotable Quotes

My close friend told me that she was a fool.

And I stupidly asked why.

And here's her reply.

"Because *she starts singing* wise men say...only fools rush in."

That close friend is...

Daphnie

Quotable Quotes

My friend, who was completing a quiz that required her to choose her favourite game from a list of 5 games.

She turns to me, and with a smile on her face, asks in a most suggestive manner...

"My favourite game game is Scrabble, do you like to play it too??"

Now how did I link scrabble with sex?

Hmm...

*ponders*

Bone Deep Exhaustion

I think I finally understand what people mean by bone deep exhaustion.

For some strange reason, I am feeling exactly that way right now. Strange, because it is not the first time that I have slept less than 4 hours.

This isn't the first time I have dragged myself to school while half alive.

Nevertheless, I feel every bone screaming in protest as I drag my feet up each stair only to find ILaw Chambers LOCKED!!!

In the words of Rockson...

KNNBCCB!!!

This cannot be happening. In painful agony, I shambled down to Lab 4, where I'm currently wasting away.

I saw.

I saw your father that night.

I saw him care for you.

Anger is but a meer veneer that is hiding what your father really wanted to tell you.

Funny how alcohol was the catalyst for releasing his true feelings.

Here's what he said.

He asked you not to be so sad over him anymore.

I been victimised!!

Read the rules and play the game.


Rules of the game: Post 5 weird and random facts about yourself and list down 5 victims at the end of your list who has to play this game. Please leave a tag at the blog of the 5 victims that goes: " You have been tagged! Read my blog and Play the game!"


Five weird and random facts about myself:


1. I go ballistic when people don't sing in tune.


2. I am currently obsessed with wearing a scarf.


3. I am currently sick of chinese people, and am turning to mixed bloods for eye candy.


4. Blonds, are fantasy material. =P


5. I hate virginity.

I had three menageatrois today!!!

I'm exhausted. Phew. I can't believe I did it thrice today.

Hot, bothered, drained and dry.

I scored three sets of triple kills in DotA today!! And two sets within the same game!!

God is great...God is good...thank you for the noobs.

Hallelujah!

Oi! Wake Up!

Kabby's 19th birth anniversary was celebrated amongst MANK today.

M= Me
A= Azai
N= Nad
K= Kay the birthday girl

And as her birthday present, we treated her (and ourselves) to OI! SLEEPING BEAUTY! We thought that it would be a good surprise for her, so we decided to trick her by getting Azai to come up with the excuse that she needed to borrow a book at the National Library.

It's a matter of convenience that the show was being held there. *winks*

So our dear birthday girl stupidly followed along, oblivious (I hope) to the fact that she was being led to her birthday surprise.

Led just like a lamb to the slaughter.

So on entering the library, we promptly blindfolded her. Naturally, she started yelping away and attracting the attention of two buddhist nuns who were going to watch the show. You got that right. Buddhist nuns. Go figure.

We eventually landed ourselves in the theatre.

Oh wait. Something happened before that.

We bumped into Julian Hee, who also happened to be going to watch the show with his err, shall we say friend? I won't cast any definite judgements here, but they seem a wee bit too close. Physically close.

So we got into the theatre, with Kay getting slightly hysterical. Well, who wouldn't be after being led around blind for 10 minutes?

Well, the show started, and needless to say, we enjoyed ourselves.

Man or Beast? Beast or Man?

I think the movie "King Kong" deserves several awards.

1. Best Director
2. Best Special Effects
3. Best Actress for Naomi Watts
4. Best Picture

Naomi Watts was able to express whole volumes of emotions simply with her eyes alone! That alone to me, is a feat.

The director also managed to make his audience empathise with the poor beast who eventually got smooshed by Man. In fact, he managed to portray the ape with qualities we deem human, and to portray Man with qualities we deem barbaric and animalistic.

Go figure.

However, Samuel L. Jackson (did I get his name right?) deserves to go to hell, along with his special effects master.

Why oh why did they have to include centipedes, cockroaches, spiders and leeches?!

In that one scene alone, my worst nightmares came to life. I had visuals of many-legged insects doing a little tap dance all over me.

KNNBCCB!! (this feels so rockson.blogspot but I don't care)

I spent the entire what, 10 minutes? Screaming my head off with my mouth covered. I then proceeded to curl up on my chair and tremble violently as I watched Adrien Brody struggle with cockroaches on his face and body.

Then I wanted to hurl, and run out of the cinema at the same time.

Case in point? I ABSOLUTELY ABHOR INSECTS.

Living in a house infested (in my opinion) with lizards and whathaveyou does not help the matter either.

It does not fill me with joy to jump out of my skin when I leave my room only to come face to face with a lizard at the wall opposite me.

It does not bode well that I find cockroaches hiding behind my curtain and I spend the entire night tossing and turning with goosebumps on my flesh.

*shudders violently*

My baby boy

Aaaahhh...Ohhhh My baby's fly baby oh.

Yes....No.... Hurt me so good baby oh.

I'm...so...wrapped up in your love baby oh.

Aaahhh..Lemme breath, stay out my fantasy.

The 5 Hour Marathon.

Yesterday night I started working on my SIP Report.

Time start: 2330pm

I read the report guidelines for the very first time, and opened up a new Word document.

Time passed quickly enough, with the help of friendly participants on MSN. We call them friends. But I call them angels for the purposes of this blog post.

Bleah...

The next thing I knew, it was 4am and I was staring at a completed report.

CONGRATULATIONS...AND JUBILATIONS!!!

Lesson learnt for the morning: Mariah Carey does not make a good listening companion. She gives headaches while listening to her whistling/squealing/ultrasound_device_production.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I am now extremely sensitive towards the postponement of CLTG.

I DO NOT NEED ANY SARCASTIC REMARKS.

I DO NOT NEED ANY SLY AND NOT SO SUBTLE DIGS AT A TEMPORARY FAILURE.

I DO NOT NEED REMARKS ALONG THE LINES OF... "I've saved money/time/whatever"

I am highly disappointed with the fact that it has been postponed, and any flippant reply to me will not be taken lightly.

Disappointment.

I figured I should start informing everyone here first.

-------------NEWSFLASH-------------

Children's Letters To God has been postponed due to unforeseen circumstances. We regret that any interest in the show may prove to be unfounded.

The show will resurface, tentatively, in May 2006.

Please do not hesitate to revive interest as it will be of great value to this blogger.

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Look into my eyes baby don't be shy.

It started out with an innocuous suggestion to get coloured lenses.




Here's a closer look.




And here's who else got it with me.

Last night, I had no naughty girl.

Signs to note that you're drunk, or at least very very very high.

1. You're sitting down, and you're tilting over onto the floor and you can't help it.

2. You're lying on the road, talking to people on the phone and giggling hysterically.

3. You're talking too much.

4. You're giggling all the time.

5. You throw up the alcohol.

Cheeky's was HOT. Temperature-wise I meant. There was practically no air conditioning, and it wasn't even body to body. Just dance for 10 seconds and suddenly, you're drenched in sweat.

As a sidetrack, it is fu***** hot (sexual-wise) to be like that, but that's a sidetrack after all.

I seem to remember doing many things. But then again, isn't that always the case? You vaguely recall details, but you don't know exactly what it is.

To Nad: Oh My God. Why the hell did I even call you? Lol.

Wishes.

I wish...

I were back in school like everyone else, but alas, work commitments prevent me from doing so.

I could have a flexible rehearsal schedule.

I could have time to enjoy a social life with coursemates.

I could attend lectures and be bored to death.

I could agonize over projects.

I could hang around in the canten with naught else to do.

I could scream in frustration at waiting for bus 69.

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Sadly, such things aren't possible for now. Here's my plan for every day of the week.

1. Attend Tutorials.
2. Have a quick lunch.
3. Rush to rehearsal.

Rinse, and repeat.

I'm so silly.

The people whom I've always set myself against, are absolutely worthless.

Why did I spend four years of my life feeling inferior?

Oh sure, have the greatest body in the world, but oh my dear God, should anyone look at your face?!

To you: Thank you so much for pointing that out to me tonight.

Truly, I know now that I am not in any way inferior to them.

*laughs hysterically*

I could almost float on air now.

And I will.

*floats on air*

Whys it so complicated?

I think sex complicates matters when you are in a relationship.

I think you will see things in a different light when you have had sex with your girlfriend/boyfriend/whatever.

It makes the breaking up harder doesn't it?

"But I gave my virginity to you!!"

That's something commonly heard, isn't it?

In fact, wouldn't we look at the world differently if we've had sex? Suddenly, the totally hot girl/guy/whatever we're salivating over doesn't just remain as eye candy. Suddenly, there's potential. A potential sex partner. Our minds churn and spin and find ways to bed that person. Do we even mentally undress that person?

Have mercy, please?

As of right now, it's 12.23am. Officially what will be the 4th last day of SIP.

Here's what is on my plate.

4 days of SIP.
School, as of next monday.
Daily rehearsals.
Projects.
Lectures.
Tutorials.
Songs.
Choreography.
Script.
Staying alive.
Family.
Friends.
Church.

I'm feeling like an overfucked vagina.

Strange Shit.

I took a cab 2 days ago, and when I entered, I was greeted by a pleasant, sweet smelling scent.

The driver smiles, and says, "Nice smell right?"

I nodded and smiled in returned.

The driver remained silent for 3 seconds, and then continued. "No choice lah, when I get passengers that are so smelly, until I want to vomit, of course I must put this la".

He went on to describe various types of smelly people in detail.

I spent my entire trip with visions of visibly trailing columns of odour emanating from the armpits of people who don't wash often enough.

Love.

Children's Letters To God (hereinafter referred to as "CLTG").

I love the rehearsals!!! It's so fun with all thel ittle children, and more importantly, the songs are great too!

Just listening to each song brings a smile to my face, and makes me want to laugh. Of course, that allows people to give me funny stares, but I just smile back at them. And invariably, they're infected too, and suddenly they don't know why, but they're happy too.

I can see it in their eyes.

I can barely wait for the performances to start. I'm so excited. CLTG will be a blast.

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On the flipside, it's draining on me. I find myself going back home everyday after work and rehearsal, and collapsing on my bed.

It's like watching a frame that's taken heavy pressure, and then crumbling to bits every night, only to reform the following morning. Sadly, there's less substance to be seen as reformation occurs.

Everyday I get re-energised by breakfast, only to watch myself fade faster and faster as time passes.

I anxiously watch the clock as time passes after lunch. 3pm, 4pm, 5.30pm!!

"Bye Boss!" And I fly off to my limited time at rehearsals.

Even now, as I type, a shivering kind of anticipation engulfs me, and I find myself wondering what we'll do today.

Does the sun get wet? Or does the rain pass right thru' it?

I Hurt.

Sexual awareness of the other gender is a painful affair.

*screams*

NSMen Mock Hapless Family.

"NSmen make a mockery of chivalry

The Straits Times
November 21, 2005

ON NOV 11 at about 11.15am, a mother with three young boys in tow boarded the train at Clementi MRT station heading towards the city.

It was crowded and they were standing next to me while holding the vertical railing. Seated in front of us were five physically fit national servicemen in Singapore Civil Defence Force uniform.

After passing two stations, the youngest boy, aged about seven, began to squat and I could see he was tired and unwell. I asked the nearest NSman to offer his seat. Instead, he turned to his friend on his right, asked why he should give up his seat and offered his lap instead. His amused friend also offered his lap.

Then came the final straw when they started patting their laps, not so much to emphasise their point as to mock us.

It was pathetic to see the NSmen seated while the boy remained squatting throughout the journey. Finally, the family got a few empty seats at Outram MRT station.

Failing to assist is bad enough but making a mockery of the situation is worse as it is a provocation in itself.

Ting Lan Inn"


I found a discussion on this in a public forum. The various comments were as follows:

Who's that bitch to dictate who to give up their seats to?


The stupid thing is there are so many people sitting--Why on earth must she expect an NSman to give up his seat. Just because they are made for bullying is it?

I don't have anything against children, but if those little kids have to be pampered and spoilt every so often, they'll grow up to be big brats! Let them learn - This is the REAL world! No one will be on their hands and knees to make their life a bed of roses!

Why is this girl so KPO?

They book out and want to have a rest so why should they give up their seats to those stupid old people and kids.

When I read the article, what I envisioned would be an outpouring of rage at the behaviour the "Protectors of Our Nation" displayed. Those who were, in the words of an advertisement, "Leaders of Men".

Instead, I find people agreeing with what the NSMen did, and being disgusted with the concept of being nice.

Is that what we really are like? I am utterly appalled by the replies.

Here's the winner amongst the posts of sheer evil:

If i find myself a seat and I have things to do, i.e. reading or stuff on my laptop, I sure as hell will not give up my seat to anyone, lest the person is having an asthma attack or something. Why? Because I feel I can derive more marginal benefit then the person.

Reading or stuff on my laptop comes higher than anything other than something on the level of an asthma attack.

Thank you, fellow Singaporeans, you have taught me a valuable lesson today.

Courtesy is dead.

Great Leap Forward

That giant step into the unknown, the untried.

Uprooting myself from a secure base, and entering foreign soil, literally.

If I leave, it's gonna be for 3 whole years. And who knows what might happen in that interval? Will I gain new friends, and lose my family?

I'm afraid. I truly am. Can I really stand being a continent away from home?

Come back and visit us whenever you can.

I'd do that, but I can't afford it. And that spells three years without seeing my family. Ouch.

Three years without Nyonya food.

I'd sooner eat poison and die.

Pant. Sweat.

Two beds, one crowded bedroom in a chalet. The air conditioning strains to maintain a cool temperature. Bodies too close to each other start to heat up.

The pleasurable screams of a female fill the air as spanks resound.

"Oooooooooh, so shiiiook!!! Don't stop!!!"

Nearby, a man moans as he has his feet tickled.

"Aww yeah! Shit, that's good. Don't stop doing it!! Aww shit damn shiok...."

And beside him? A third person...

"HO shit, please stop! I'm getting high!! Please...stop!!"

I'm pretty sure it would have been incomplete if I didn't have any fun as well. So naturally, I got spanked. Repeatedly. Have I mentioned I enjoyed it thoroughly? *giggles* Too bad I had my jeans on. *winks*

So many things were happening simultaneously that I lost track of what was going on.

Everyone was screaming, or moaning, or groaning. In pain, in pleasure, in agony.

I recall something else now. I was bitten. On the back and hand. A strongly sexual thing in my mind. Needless to say, it felt pretty damn good.

Dangerous games to play.

The Liquid Room!

Last night was unforgettable. I strongly remember doing things that will be forever burned into my memory.

First, were the participants.

oh no no no...don't phunk with my heart...would you still be in love with me?

Second, was the bump and grind.

tonight... I'll be your naughty girl... feel so sexy... I wanna hear you say my name...

Third, was who the bump and grind was done with.

it's like that y'all... cos it's my night...

Fourth, was the sharing of ice. From mouth to mouth.

I ain't no hollaback girl...

The atmosphere was great. People my age and slightly older and younger dancin' all around to the amazing music. The DJ deserves a thumbs up. The drinks were great. They definitely helped me relax.

Prom Nite for us Law Year 3 students, I swear, we are going to have R&B Music. And only R&B music. And Alchohol for me to loosen up.

Then all of you are going to meet a sight that gonna shock all of you. And it's not just going to be me who's doing the shocking. *winks*

I've only slept for 3 hours. And there were sex filled dreams. Threesomes, orgies... you name it I dreamt it. And I cannot believe I'm still typing this and publishing it. But to hell with prudence. Unfortunately, I am unable to provide further details pertaining to the identity of the other people I dreamt of. Suffice to say that the girls were half asian half caucasian.

For some reason, I remember that they had bangs. And that they shaved. Yeah. Ooh, and someone was wearing a black halter neck top thingy.

thanks Pat. You totally influenced my dreams.

Death Comes For Ye When Ye Least Expect It.

Darkness engulfs the room, save for a forlorn computer monitor giving off a feeble gleam. I am seated in front of it, typing away as I chat with friends on MSN.

*knock knock*

Did I just imagine that? I wonder. I brush it off as an overactive imagination at work, and continue chatting away.

Suddenly, the door to my room creaks, and a horrible rasping sound comes from it as it is slowly slid open from outside.

At this point in time, I have my back facing the door, so I have no idea who it is making entry into my room.

My heart pounds, and adrenaline races through my veins. Who could be trying to enter my room at this hour? Memories of every horror movie I've watched race past my mind. Ju On, The Ring, Scream, Exorcist...

Oh fuck. I'm going to die. Ju On's gonna own my ass! Sadako is chew on my balls and make me watch. Holy shit. Help help help. Oh fuck oh fuck I'm going to die!!!!

Then a deep, guttural voice sounds from the door.

It growls, "Melvyn..."

And I thought my fate was sealed. Tonight would be the hour of doom. Judgement Day. Armageddon. The end of the world.

I draw up what was left of my courage, and I turn around to meet my destroyer.

Oh, it's you.

Grand-dad.

Jalan Raya

Sunday was spent strangely.

I went to church dressed in Baju Melayu. That itself earned me several stares from passersby.

On entering church, even more people wondered, "why is this boy clad in a Malay outfit? Is he nuts? Oh wait, he's the church cantor. What on earth is he doing dressed like that?"

Other people also pondered the issue of which race I belong to. Chinese, Malay, or both.

We went to so many houses I can't remember exactly which ones I went to. I remember Naz, Iz, Faizah, Aisyah, Nad, Akram. I must have missed one or two out. Oh yeah. Wahidah's place too.

On the way back in the cab, the cab driver asked me, "Are you pure Chinese? Cos I see your face there's something Malay about you. Also, the way your speech is accented tells me you're not completely Chinese."

*********Ooh yeah no shit the cabby said speech is accented. He didn't say 'you talking like got slang'**********

So I responded, "Yeah, I'm Peranakan."

Cabby replied, "I knew it. I can see it on your face. Your eyes are larger than typical Chinese."

(at this point I was like wtf because I'm of the impression that my eyes are classic Chinese size. I.e. Mini.)

I simply nodded, and fell asleep.

NS MEDICAL CHECKUP

I spent a good 3 1/2 hours today at CMPB.

I was treated to a good view of how my brain might degenerate if I tarried too long in that institution. Here's an example of a conversation involving some army personnel, and the New Paper with Xiaxue on the cover.

AP1: wah..that blogger chick leh.

AP2: see her face. can suck cock.

AP3: yah!! *laughs crappily* looks like.

And all this while, I was patiently awaiting an eye checkup. Which was horrendously done. Slipshod, would have been a euphemism for it.

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Here's what I saw pasted on the seats:

"Be considerate. Please VACANT (emphasis in bold ours =P) seat after you are done."

And in the NS Booklet?

Spelling errors. 5 within a single page.

Either there were lazy people in the department, or truthfully, people with bad English. And that, honestly, fails to surprise me.

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On a brighter note...

I'm PES A.

Better Late Than Never 3



-some of the cast-

Cheat

My parents came up with a story to get us out of living at a place we don't want to live.

It may have been a story, but it struck a deep note inside me.

Our excuse to get out? The eldest is leaving the army in a couple of months, and he will be entering polytechnic. As such, we will need to shift back so that it is easier for him to go to school and he can study.

The polytechnic he is applying for is Temasek Poly.

Which is where I've been studying at for the past 2 years or so.

Does anyone see what I'm getting at?

When the eldest goes to poly, it would be imperative that it is easier for him to go to school, and it would be paramount that he can have a comfortable environment to live and study in.

What about me? From the story that they cooked up, it seems to me that I don't have to have it easy going to school, that, in their eyes, I don't need a comfortable environment to live and study in.

Deep down, I felt cheated, and I felt it was really unfair. But it's only an excuse, it's not true isn't it?

"Oh, he's (meaning me) so independent." My mum would always say to outsiders.

Maybe circumstances forced me to be so.

What about the youngest, who is currently studying in a secondary school at Pasir Ris? He does not have a place to study either. He even asked me where he could go to study in peace. I suggested the airport, libraries, and even TP.

Sad, isn't it?

Better Late Than Never 2




-Muneru & Tipah-

Better Late Than Never



-taken on Magus Luna-

Vodka.

A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done.

The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous On the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip."

So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice. At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He poceeded to talk up a storm.

Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following note on the door:

1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp.
2) There are 10 commandments, not 12.
3) There are 12 disciples, not 10.
4) Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.
5) Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.
6) We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.
7) The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and the spook.
8) David slew Goliath, he did not kick the sh*t out of him.
9) When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't say he was stoned off his ass.
10) We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T."
11) When Jesus broke the bread at the last supper he said, "take this and eat it for it is my body." He did not say " Eat me" .
12) The Virgin Mary is not called " Mary with the Cherry,.
13) The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks for the grub, Yeah God.
14) Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at ST.Peter's not a peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.

The Pin.

A man goes up to his minister at the local church.

"Reverend," he said, "We have a problem. My wife keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very embarrassing , not to mention disrespectful. What should I do?"

"I've noticed this and have an idea "if you're up to the task," said the minister."

"Take this hat pin with you. I will be able to tell when Mrs. Jones is sleeping, and I will motion to you at specific times."

When I motion, you give her a good poke in the leg."


So, in church the following Sunday, Mrs. Jones dozed off.

Noticing this, the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the ultimate sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mr.Jones.

"JESUS!" Mrs. Jones cried out as her husband jabbed her in the leg with the sharp object.

"Yes! You are correct, Mrs. Jones!" came the minister's quick reply.

Soon, Mrs. Jones nodded off again.

And again, the minister noticed."Who is your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning toward Mr.Jones.

"MY GOD!" howled Mrs Jones as she got pricked by her husband with the pin for the second time.

"Right again!" bellowed the minister, a slight grin on his face.

Before long, Mrs Jones dozed off yet again. However, this time, the minister did not take note of that.

As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few hand gestures that Mr Jones mistakenly believed to be yet another sign to prick his wife.

Mr Jones sharply poked his wife with the pin again as the minister questioned "and what did Eve say to Adam after she bore him their 99th child?"

Mrs Jones screamed, "you stick that fucking thing in me one more time and I'll break it in half and shove it up your ass!"

"Amen!" replied all the women in the congregation.

Joke

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is politics?"

Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me capitalism. Your Mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the people. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense." So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said.

Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now." The father says, "Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."

The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit."

Dawn of the Dead.

Zombies invade a shopping mall.

Must be a sale.

Lust.

Ooh that's right.

As of right now, I'm lusting after a couple of things.

1. KFC 2 piece chicken meal
2. Chin Mee Chin Kaya
3. Sleep. Lots of it. I want to count it by the day, not hour.

Alas, option 3 may not be fulfilled. Sigh.

I shall take my mind of those 3 by lusting after some unmentionables instead.

*winks*

3 Days Only.

Stupid idea of placing a limit of 3 days of Medical Leave throughout 11 weeks of work.

To viruses and bacteria, oh please please please make it so that you little thingies only infect me for three days? Please? Cos I have this limit set by school that I can only be sick for three days. I promise that after these 11 weeks you can fuck with my body and make me comatose for a month all right?

What kind of shit can I do if I were to fall ill? It is totally unreasonable. Of course, they can always say we'll take into consideration the severity of your illness.

Well fuck. The fact that such a limit is there shows how unreasonable people can be already, to hell with the so called Considerations.

Of course, the probable explanation is taht it's a net meant to catch those lazy bastards who don't want to work and play truant by takign MCs.

Well fuck. Catch those bastards in your own free time and leave the truthfully sick to be sick without worrying if they will fail SIP or have to come back and retake or do something stupid corective work order. The sick are sick enough without having to worry about extra stuff.

Lol. Just hit me, coming back to school to wash toilet bowls because I was sick and took an MC for 4 days. Isn't that just about the stupidest/silliest thing?

It's like telling soldiers during a war that they may only be hit by three bullets then they can go to the medic. Anymore than that you'll be punished, never mind if it's fatal.

Or telling a parachuter if he brings an extra emergency parachute he will be punished if he uses it, never mind if he dies.

Strange Shite

"Maybe," Honeb said with a smile, adjusting his fashionable black-rimmed glasses. "A neighbor came over to me recently and said, 'Gay people are really cosmopolitan. . . . Being gay is so in right now.' I was really surprised and so happy. I hope that spreads to all of Africa -- one day."

Since when did people make homosexuality a trend? The "in" thing?

Weird nonsense people come up with.

Kid Stuff.

Killing, hurting, destroying, defending.

Children are being trained to do all the above 4. Children are taught to do what grown men have been doing for ages.

But can we compare then with now, where violence seemed the answer to everything, as opposed to today, where peace appears to be the mainstay?

We are sadly, fed the idea that technology will aid us. But this is no computer game that we are talking about.

It's about killing other men.

Have we been trained to treat it like a computer game? Have we been desensitised to the point where we believe, oh, I only pressed that button, it was the technology that did all the killing, my conscience is clear.

I remember hearing someone with some rank being interviewed. He said, "we are the best because we have a never say die spirit, and we are the most courageous..." and all that assorted jazz.

Do they have a never say die spirit because they've never had anyone among them die before? Are they the most courageous because they've never had to face down a storm of bullets?

Will these people still possess the same courage? I'd like to believe so, but when I look at my friends, I'm hardpressed to keep the same faith.

Looking at myself, I doubt I could find the same courage within me.

Will I be able to die for my country?

I don't know.

to mercyz

I'm sorry. I realise on reading your comment that I've been really insensitive and rude. I realised I should never have posted anything like that.

I do hope you are not angry with me. Or, if you were, that you are not angry now.

I've deleted the post.

And in it's place, I leave an apology.

To you.

To your family.

I'm sorry.

I'm feeling good.

I had the time of my life. Or well, the best time I ever had in a couple of months anyway.

Why did I even stop?

Silly. Haha.

More, more, more.


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I'm feeling not so good.

My voice feels hoarse. I've been coughing and sneezing. I think I sense a cold/flu/sorethroat/insert generic ilness coming on.

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Helpp.

I was notified not too long ago via a 2-day old email that TICKETCHARGE had started selling tickets for the musical.

go take a look. Click on the word Ticketcharge above. Click on "Children's Letters To God" and take a look. There's a sypnosis and there's ticketing prices as well.

I get stressed looking at the prices.

Oh the pressure. Helpp.

Eats, Shoots and Leaves.

It's 23 minutes more (as I type this) before I can leave my office. Time cannot pass more slowly than now. I can feel myself growing. Lol.

I am free of work for the moment.

Phew.

Hmm. At least I satisfied part of my craving for shopping today.

At long last, after about 3 bouts of running around town like a crazed bunny, I bought me

a) a necklace; and
b) a matching wrist cuff

For the avoidance of doubt, they cost less than $50.00 in total.

I'm in heaven.

*dances away to bop bop bunny*

Wise Words.

"When the only tool you have in your toolbox is a hammer, every *bleep* problem becomes a nail."

-rockson.blogspot.com-

Relief.

See, I went for an audition for a musical called "Children's Letters To God".

It's an off-Broadway hit musical which was adapted from a book of the same title, which is coming to Singapore in January 2006.

Simply put, after a week of agonizing and eventually feeling disappointed, I finally remembered to checked my email inbox.

In a simple email..it stated...

"Hi Melvyn

Thank you for coming to our auditions last week. We are pleased to inform you that we would like to offer you the role of Brett in Children's Letters To God....."

And I died and went to heaven and came back again.

I'm so excited. Helpp.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PRAYERS. I LOVE YOU ALL. LOL.

Thank You. Now I can fulfill a little dream after all.

Quotable Quote

From www.rockson.blogspot.com

"Actually, looking at the Merlion, it remind me of the bikini girls who vomit at the party.

Face white, hair long long, head inside empty, and mouth open all the stomach juice come out"

Great expectations.

I expect this will be monitored, but it is nothing out of the ordinary so I suppose it'll pass pretty well with the powers that be right?

they have gone for lunch. And here I await the passing of time so that I can actually err... have lunch.

It seems that the kopitiam on blackboard is going the way of a male orgasm. One short explosion and suddenly it's over. There's seemingly a dearth of interest now. Interesting.

Wish me luck.

Don't ask me why. But just do.

Wish me luck.

And perhaps I might achieve a little dream after all.

Worst Dating Lines.

1. A male Milkmaid.
"Let me churn thy butter!!"

2. A Male Viking. With pointy hat and all.
"Let me help you reach those high notes!" *rubs horns*

3. A convict with chain and ball at his crotch.
"Aww that's just my ball you should take a look at my chain!!"

Adventure

Last night marked my first foray into Lung Cancer Paradise.

a.k.a. China Black @ Pacific Plaza.

With Shao, Kishy, Darius.

It felt kinda weird to be queuing up there, when for the longest time I'd been on the other side of the glass panel, admiring the beautiful people there.

Amongst the people queuing up there, there was this one lady who stood up. Apparently she was part of the staff there I think. She had on, white cowboy hat, white tight t-shirt, white tight short shorts, and white boots.

In Kishy's words: "Can I spank her ass?"

That wasn't my initial reaction though. When I first saw her, she came across as a really hot line dancer. Lol.

Now, why do I call China Black the Lung Cancer Paradise?

Because 90% of the people there were smoking away, leaving us poor non-smokers inhaling their foul exhalations.

Now. I had 3 shots of Tequila. 1 glass of bourbon coke.

I swear. Alcohol helps to loosen up the muscles, and lower all sorts of inhibitions.

Yes yes, I danced. Get over it already. lol.

And for some strange reason, females seemed especially appealing. EVERY SINGLE DAMN ONE. Strange. It was most difficult trying not to stare. lol.

I left the place at 3am I think. Smelling like a chimney.

I still want to go again though.

Quotable Quotes

Stupid Salesgirl at Orchard...

"Oh..the jeans come in different sizes you know! and the t shirts too!"

A certain friend of mine...

Me: I'll go swimming with my friend after she has her menopause.

Certain Friend of Mine (a look of absolute ignorance): Which will be when? Next week ah?

Mummy...


"Aiyah, those pau, 50 cent. At night throw in your mouth, next morning come out your backside. So waste money."

Msg From Me. To Me.

But since you been gone
I can't breathe you for the first time
I'm so movin' on yeah yeah
Thanks to you now I get what I want
Since you been gone.

You had your chance you blew it
Out of sight, out of mind
Shut your mouth I just can't take it
Again and again and again and again.

Goodbye.

OOOOOOOOh.

Funny. First night after SIP, everyone I know is zonked out. I get similar stories from almost everyone.

"Oh..I reach home so tired I just bathe ate and fell asleep."

Funny. I did more or less the same thing, choir practice notwithstanding.

Here's an interesting quote from a conversation I had with colleague and boss.

Colleague: I'm taking a part time course in Trust and Probate.

Me: Why do you wanna learn about dead people and their belongings for?

Boss (who overheard me): That's what this *gestures to air around her* is all about!! *laughs*

Lol.

I hope everyday is fun.

Oh no. It's dress down Friday.

What do I wear?

Quotable Quote.

Kit and I met Paul, a friend from Hai Sing on our way to dinner. During the course of that event, Paul managed to send Kit up the wall. Here's what he said.

Paul, to Kit: Do you shave your eyebrows?

Kit (screaming): NO!!!

Paul, after staring at Kit for a minute: Do you have jaundice?

Kit (screaming): NO!!!

*Gulp*

Attachment starts tomorrow. I'm

Scared;
Excited;
Nervous.

Kay also did me a huge favour just now. *sniggers* Especially when I honestly had not thought of doing so.

Kay...

I LOVE YOU!!!

haha. I can't wait for SIP to start, Kay's favour not being the only reason. Another reason is that I am going to be paid. I need money. Owe various sums to various people, one being my very annoying mother.

I have a problem right now. I'm too awake to sleep. And it's almost midnight. Shit.

To all other Law Students about to embark on their SIP, and to those who have already done so: Good luck, and may everyone not have to be Ultra Supplies Photocopy Uncles and Aunties.

Lay.

I want to just lie down and close my eyes and not think of anything.

I want to say sorry for being a lousy friend. But I don't think that sorry is enough.

I want to apologise for being so useless.

I want to apologise for not being there when you needed me.

I want to apologise for not being the friend I should have been.

I didn't know that you could pack up and leave just like that.

I just wish this did not have to happen.

Lost.

I look at the world through weary eyes.

Eyes that have seen too much. Eyes that have known too many different sights. Everything in front of me is tainted with the what-has-beens.

Is there nothing in this world that doesn't spell gratification? Where everyone everywhere simply seeks to fulfill his wants?

"Please, don't just walk away.
Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today.
I can see so much of me still living your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives?"

It's times like this where I feel that I'm awfully alone, that I will never find anyone who will understand my story.

I have a whole yarn to spin, and yet I'm only 19. Strange, I feel as if I should be someone much older.

I look at some others around me. They seem so innocent now, so ignorant. What I would give to have that innocence. What I would give to be ignorant, even if only for a day. They laugh, they joke and they play. Of course, I do the same. But deep down inside, I'm being eaten from the inside. It's a tough weight to carry.

There are times when all seems fine, just for that crystal moment. And then, reality strikes, and I feel myself separated by an invisible panel. Touch, but see not. See, but touch not.

I would pray for amnesia. I would pray to forget everything.

"But now it's just another show
You leave them laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away..."

Quotable Quote.

Kit, on having some sense of "colonialism" still in her.

"Don't you find that a turn on? Don't you find me appealing?"

Me: *collapses in helpless laughter*

Then I realise that there had been a misunderstanding, and that the turn on bit was supposed to refer to looking at hot ang mohs. Lol.

Of course, Kit had to do something interesting.

"Since we're on the topic, do you think I'm hot?" *cue earnest glare from her*

Me: *stunned silence*

Weight Loss.

Here's what I just read.

"With diet modifications and new exercise inducements, such as hiding food in baskets and other sites that require some work to reach, Maggie has slimmed down a bit and is now believed to weigh a little over 8,000 pounds (3.6 tonnes).

"We estimate that she lost maybe 1,000 pounds (454 kg)," Lampi said."

Amazing weight loss isn't it?

Of course, I'm talking about an elephant here. :P

Best Bitch.

Think women are the best bitches?

You are so wrong.

The best bitches can all be found playing games like Warcraft III.

That's right. They are mostly male. And the guys are the ones that will bitch at each other.

It often starts when one party appears to be losing and one of the members will probably say something like...

Lose: You pple are pussies! Fucken bastards!

Something along those lines. Ooh, I also had Ameri-glish defanged for me today. Apparently, Fucken is slang for fucking. Well gee. Can't americans use fucking without feeling like they must change it so it's original? Weirdos.

But anyway, the cursing and swearing will degenerate into each party telling the other to go back to school, or that the other party is a 13 year old, or "I'll beat the fuck out of you pussy so shut the fuck up!!"

I can almost see them with sweat running down their head, eyes slightly bloodshot, and panting heavily.

Quite entertaining to watch. It's also one of the few reasons why I play online games.

Nightmare on Home Street.

Thin wood smacks onto young, sun-browned skin. Again. And again. A thin cry rings through the air.

"Why can't you do anything properly? You can't score A's, you can't help with housework, you dream when you do homework! You're useless! USELESS!!"

The caning continues, the little boy wilting with each blow, both verbal and physical.

It seems a loveless life that he leads, where fathers die, and daughters are valued more than useless little boys.

He hates his sister. Everything is given to her: toys, money, new clothes, love. And he? The broom to clean the floor with, the rag to wipe the windows, the singlet that ah boy next door used to wear, and hate.

Everyday the wretched one will receive at least one caning. Everyday he dreams that the woman he calls "Mother" will change, and treat him with love.

It never happens.

One day, he decides to be vindictive. He purposely spills boiling water on his hated sister, and scalds her leg in the process.

As expected, Mother runs right out with the cane, and proceeds to provide him with the beating of his life.

Suddenly, he snatches the cane from Mother, and screaming in blind fury, he starts caning her, to show her what she has been providing him all this while.

"Stop caning me!! I've had enough!! Why is it that all other mothers love their children, but you hate me and must cane me everyday? Why is it I do not satisfy? When I am slow in doing chores, it's because I'm exhausted from working so long! When I score 89/100, you scream and cane and ask me why I can't score 90!! When I do my homework and dream, it's because I'm figuring out how to do the damn question!! Don't you understand? Why can't you love me? Why must you keep hitting me with the damn cane?"

All the while, he is hitting her the cane relentlessly, bottled anger of years finally loosing itself.

Abruptly, he jumps away from her, cane in hand, wiping tears from his eyes.

Mother painfully sits down on a chair, and defiantly shouts "Come! You want love?! Come here! I'll give you whatever you want!!"

The world crashes around him, as he finally realises that his mother will never change.

Tears flow unbidden from his eyes once more...

And with a start, I jump up in my bed. I look around wildly, half expecting a cane to come whipping towards me, held by a cold and heartless woman.

That's when I realise, my cheeks are wet with tears, and that I am crying in anguish for the poor boy who finds no love from the one person who should be bursting to the seams with it.

That's when I realise, that I had been dreaming about myself in a nightmarish situation.

I try to stop, but each memory of the dream shakes me with renewed terror. I have half a mind to run to my mother for comfort, but I recoil at the unconscious fear that she might attack me with her cane.

Such is the power of a nightmare.

Questionable Lyrics.

"I got myself a lover
Who knows what I like.
When he invites me over
I come everytime.
And when my sugardaddy takes me for a ride
whatever way we go it's delirium time."

Can there be any question why the song crashed to the deepest depths of hell? With such lyrics?

*dies*

Oh, that's "Loverboy" by the way. By a certain Ms MC.

12 Storeys.

Today I was asked out by Kit to go watch 12 Storeys, an Eric Khoo movie. The movie was to be screened at the Singapore History Museum.

Predictably, as soon as we arrived at Dhoby Ghaut, we realised that we did not know the exact location of the Museum. Okay fine, we were lost. We consulted a map, and bravely strided towards Stamford Road, where the museum was purportedly situated.

Of course, things had to go wrong again, and when we arrived there, we were confronted with a renovation in progress. Apparently, the museum had been shifted to Riverside Point, at Clarke Quay.

Now at this point, bells should have rung in my head, but I think I had it turned off for some reason.

So I called Nad, and she tried to help. I didn't get much though. Kit then decided we should take a cab, and so we did.

And when we arrived at Riverside Point, I realised why the bells should have rung. I'D BEEN HERE BEFORE!! TWICE!! For the '60's show that Dramatec did! Silly me.

The movie was intriguing. Full of things to discuss about, but I won't do that here. Suffice to say that Kit thinks it's all about control.

After the movie, we tried to go to Boat Quay. Of course, things got a little messy, so we had to ask for directions. Pathetic.

I wish I could get lost less often. lol.

Quotable Quote.

Jack Neo's character, in the movie 12 Storeys.

"When I see you, I Understand! I... Under (points at groin)... Stand! Understand lor!"

Click!

Click Here to see Hally and the P's. Lol.

Of course, if you want to see them jazzed up photos... then Click Here.. Don has jazzed them up. And they're wonderful.

*faints*

Hally And Da P's.

Today was day of glory.

No, not because it was the last day of exams, who cares about that? Today, was the day of the cammy lovers.

Yes, today, we went all out to take beautiful shots of ourselves. Hally, Naddy, Donny, Kenny, and I.

About a hundred pics is all. Each one perfect in its own right.

I can't wait for the next one!!

It's the big day tomorrow!

Tomorrow afternoon promises many hidden surprises.

Apart from what will be a most satisfying lunch, there's going to be a....

CAM WHORING SESSION!!!

I'm so excited I can barely think about studying. Lol. Definitely an unhealthy obsession.

I wonder what I will wear?

I wonder what the photos will look like!

I need to sleep. So nighty nights!

*dreams of photo taking...*

Nice Nick.

Adrian's latest MSN Nick.

"Confucius said, 'Man who puts hand in pocket feels cocky all day.' "

Go ponder on the implications. *sniggers*

Why?

How is it that in the midst of a natural disaster, people can find the energy to kill one another?

What do they stand to gain out of the taking of another life? Will they find that they have more to eat? Will they be suddenly lifted out of the nightmare situation they are embroiled?

Or is killing all that can be done to take one's mind of the surroundings?

I've never been in a natural disaster, so maybe I wouldn't know. But right now, it seems twisted to me that one should kill another for survival.

Why? Will you float on the dead person's body? Will you take what loot they have? How will that help you survive when there is water all around? Such acts of cruelty are useless.

And wrong.

Every day seems a lifetime.

I'll pass the time thinking of eyes.

Your eyes.

Your liquid eyes.

I'll pass the time just staring into those eyes of yours.

No, I won't see you often.

But I'll cherish each moment more then.

Never Too Far.

Never more strong either. Silently, I curse myself inside. Why did I have to open my mouth and tell the truth?

Sometimes, keeping quiet is safer than speaking.

Look at what has happened now? Have I done any good by talking? Nope. Instead, I have practically lost a friend.

Why? Is that fear I sense? Disgust?

You disappoint me, especially with all you've said previously.

Isn't there anything that can be done now?

Pop Question: Which TV character's demise affected you the most?

Read this off a webby.

I haven't seen many characters die on TV. Lol. Most of them seem to live happy lives. But there's one that clearly stuck around in my mind.

Joyce Summers, mother of Buffy Summers. (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

God that one was terrible. Death by cancer I think, and not by some vampy bite or some other cool crap.

Watching her ease off into the next world was painful. And watching Buffy being without a mother is worse.

Who wants to lose their parents that way? I sure as hell wouldn't. No matter what they did/do, they're still your parents after all. The ones who gave you life and brought you up.

It's like losing a limb. It's just not there anymore for you to rely on.

Heaven.

KATRINA SLAMS LA COAST!!

I got that headline off Yahoo. For some reason, it cracked me up.

Now, just imagine this. If you were to just look at the headline alone, can't you just visualise this lady called Katrina, who weighs at least 10000 pounds, tripping and falling on the ground in LA?

Then all the coast would rattle worse than a rattlesnake. Lol.

Fly.

He should be on the plane now.

My elder brother should be on his way to Thailand with the rest of the army.

I wonder if he'll be all right? He will be safe I hope.

I pray. Prayed. Is that enough? I wish he'd gone for mass today. Somehow that would make me more secure.

Funny.

Not Sure.

I don't know what I'm after
Is that beautiful?
Or a beautiful disaster?

A senseless rage encompasses.
People have been on the receiving end of it.
Understandable, but hardly rational.

Am I that obvious?
Is it written on my face?

But it's over.
For now.
I think.


*********

This is plagiarism at its best I think. Plunder from two completely unrelated songs and still make them come together. Sheesh. I hear lawsuits a'calling. Lol. Yesterday I was on the phone with Azai until 3am.

Which led me to wonder, how come she can stay out so late and I cannot? Lol. I wonder what would happen if I told my parents I would not be returning for the night because I needed some fresh air. Their response? Go sit in front of a fan, sure got lots of fresh air. Lol.

My parents are the most sarcastic set of parents I've ever encountered. Lol. Perhaps that's where I got that tongue of mine from. The parental unit.

trundles around bedroom

Grumpy Bear.

*alarm bell rings*

I start and awake. Groggily, I fumble around in my pockets for my handphone, which, by the way, rang merrily trying to wake me up.

I finally grab hold of it, and switch its silvery little voice off. Looking at the time, I realise that I'm 5 minutes from class, and here I lie ensconced in the embrace of my beloved, the red chair.

I grimace in anticipation of boring class to come, and trundled off to meet my doom. Along the way, I notice a couple of familiar people giving me strange stares. Why? Is there something on my face?

In return, I grace them with a stare, and promptly shut them out of my vision.

Finally, I reach class about 4 minutes late. As I enter, I realise that the entire class is in a sort of stunned silence. Oh, and they are also staring at me. Which leads me to wonder again... Did a zit explode really grossly or something?

My tutor asks me then "Melvyn, are you all right?"

I give him a noncommital grunt in reply.

Having located my group mates, I plonk myself down beside them, and basically stare at the tutor.

That's when my groupmates decide, warily I might add, to approach me. They asked me one question. "Melvyn, why are you so pissed?"

That's when I realised that all the while, I'd been scowling at everyone. From the library to class, I'd been giving everyone the stare that said I'd kill them if they so much as smiled.

Lol.

Immediately, I reset my expression into a smile.

"No, I just woke up, that's all."

Startin'

Starting Today
I'm not gonna worry about tomorrow
I'll wash away
All this fear that's left me feeling hollow

I should've told you so many times
But I shied away
Somehow you always seem to
Be there making it easy
And you give me reason to stay everyday.

Over and Over and Over.

So it's over between her and I.

That's all folks.

*closes the curtains and weeps behind*

Giordano Summer Season 2006: Nature

In preparation of what's to come.

Leave! Go to your Paro. Why bother coming home?

What follows it is a heart melting embrace from mother.

I know we're the cause of your ruin, but before you are totally destroyed, get out of this house. Leave!

What preceded it was a heart breaking tight slap from mother.

Talk about mirror. Lol. I only just realised this particular mirror. Bleah. Talk about belated enlightenment.

I wonder if they'll see it come Friday night.

Tear Drops

When I saw the break of day,
I wished that I could fly away.

But I'm kneeling in the sand
catching tear drops in my hand.

My heart is drenched in wine
You'll be on my mind.

Forever.

Bliss.

I think I understand just whyDear Ol'Azai actually is so addicted to feeding on ice cream.

Lolx. Cos I'm doing that right now. Simple Vanilla flavour. Haagen Dazs.

Sheer bliss. Cold, tasty and heavenly.

So satisfying.

With each spoonful of ice cream I swallow, I see the choirs of heaven, all garbed in their satiny sheer white robes, singing gloriously.

I feel it slithering down my gullet, and into my tummy, where I feel it settle in for the digestive juices to come do their job.

I feel absolutely satisfied with the world. A vast calm settles over me, and I feel that nothing is too big too solve.

All that with scoops of ice cream.

Here's an idea for world peace: Free Ice Cream for everyone!

Weird and Interesting Convo 2


°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:

ooo

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:

I shall go read

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:

*trots*

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:

lol

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:

ooh, me too

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:

i like *trundles* better

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:

*moos*

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:

how about *lumbers*

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:

lol

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:

that one sounds like a bear

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:

how abt *throttles*?

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:

*throttles Sash and Melvo*

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:

hmm

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:

*gets throttled*

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:

*relishes in the sensation*

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:

*smiles encouragingly*

Stay?

Obviously procrastinating just to be
closer to you a little longer now
it's hard for me to stay away from you baby
never could resist you and I still haven't learnt how.

And I don't wanna fool myself
Cos I know you with someone else
And I don't need complications in my life.
But I don't wanna miss the chance
Of reliving a sweet romance
Boy I'm so confused so deep inside.


I dedicate the above two verses to my beloved love affair with the couches on 4th floor library.

I had the most wonderful 40 minute nap there today. Right after Civil Pro Lecture. I left all my friends and headed alone to the library to brave the subzero temperature of that haven.

As I approached the fourth floor, I was praying fervently for there to be a seat for me. Yet, as I neared my destination, I saw bodies everywhere filling up the luscious red couches. My heart sank.

Then I saw it. One lonesome chair crying out for my attention. And I stepped right along, surreptitiously checking out everyone to see if there was competition for the same seat. I moved like a panther, and pounced! The couch was mine!

Ah my beloved! I smothered it with kisses. Or well, actually I didn't. lol. And I promptly fell asleep.

Bliss.

Mindless Madness.

Just snippets of a convo with D.

· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
*winks heavily*
\ m Σ l v Θ \ Lay your head on my pillow...No one has to know you're feeling. says:
Lol
\ m Σ l v Θ \ Lay your head on my pillow...No one has to know you're feeling. says:
how do you wink heavily?
\ m Σ l v Θ \ Lay your head on my pillow...No one has to know you're feeling. says:
do you like gain lots of weight there in a flash or something?
°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
er..
°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
maybe
°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
*ponders*

On This Day O Beautiful Mother.

On this day Mary was assumed into heaven.

She is honoured.

My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord.
And my spirit exalts in God my Saviour.
For He has looked with mercy on my lowliness.
And my name will forever be exalted.
For the mighty God has done great things for me.
And His mercy will reach from age to age.
And holy is His name.

He has mercy in every generation.
He has revealed His power and glory.
He has cast down the mighty in their arrogance.
And has lifted up the meek and lowly.
He has come to help His servant Israel.
He remembers His promise to our fathers.
And holy is His name.

Quotable Quote.

Kenny, on certain someone aspiring to be Moses in Prince of Egypt.

"If he Moses then no one want to follow him liao. They don't want to be drowned in the big river."

Irritating.

Great. As luck will have it, my mum has to pound sambal belachan on the very day that I am sick.

And now I can't taste the freshly made condiment of my life.

*screams in agony*

Shudder Shiver.

I hate sunburns.

Then again, was it the sunburn that caused me to get a fever? Whatever it was, it was bad enough. And I hate the feeling. I wonder how I could have endured so long in school.

I reached home at 720 on Wed night. And I slept. The next thing I knew, it was 1130pm? What seemed like an eternity of wrestling with the claws of sleep apparently lasted only 4 hours? Impossible.

Mum was shaking me, telling me to down 2 more panadols. Just as well, I was beginning to shiver in the apparent cold (heat whatever) again.

Oblivion struck once more.

And then it was 5am in the morning. Mum was there again (just how does this woman do this), a little too late though. I had been spending the last ten minutes shaking like a leaf in the wind. The air seemed to bite at every exposed bit of skin. Painful.

Darkness claimed me for the last time.

It was 1230pm the next time I surfaced. 16 hours of sleep. I think that's the break I needed.

24 hours since the last meal. No wonder I felt so weak on waking up. I sat at the comp for 5 whole minutes trying to summon up the strength to blog. Needless to say, I failed. Instead I spent the next 5 minutes trying not to hurl. Strange, considering I'd not eaten for 24 hours. I mean, there's nothing to puke, so why have the urge to vomit right?

Funny.

8 hours and 4 panadols later, I'm fine again. Until of course the effect of magic panadol dissipates of course. :P

REACH OUT FOR THE SKY!!!

Whee.......

NDP @ Tampines was fun!!!

There was so much group camaraderie!

There were so many photos taken.

Confirmed: Dramatec members are camera whores and TV sluts.

*sees camera*

Me: (whacks Mas real hard) OI CAMERA!! (preens and poses)

Mas: WHERE WHERE WHERE????

lol.

Never has singing national songs been such fun. It seems that "Home" is a crowd favourite.

And I got sunburnt. Whoopee.

Just a little bit.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

A long string of unconnected words will ensue. Be warned.

I've had it with the pimple statements. God, do you think I don't know that my face is in pretty bad condition? What, am I some kind of a numb human being that I wouldn't know if my face was fucking up?

The insensitivity of assholes that live in Singapore. "OH MELVYN YOUR FACE IS GETTING WORSE!!!"

Well gee, whaddaya expect me to do? Dig a hole and bury myself? I'm seeing the freaking doctor, and I'm doing things to my face. Happy?

Now before I receive much unneeded helpful comments about what product to use, I will say that I do not need it. READ: MELVO DOES NOT NEED ANY PRODUCT RECOMMENDATION NOT DOES HE NEED ANY UNORTHODOX HELP. AND THAT INLCUDES TOOTHPASTE.

I am doing what I can to remedy the freaking situation. So please, all you totally over helpful and bloody irritating sycophants, get out of my ass and stop being fuckers.

I know. You're probably concerned for my well-being.

1) it does not boost my esteem when I receive daily reminders about acne.

2) it does not help that I am already self-conscious.

So please, if you want to be concerned, try this for instance:

SUFFER IN SILENCE WHILE STARING IN AGONY AT MY RUINED FACE.

Happy?


Next.

Gosh. I have nothing to say. *laughs hysterically*

Right. I suppose I should mention that I am high. But no, that's no excuse for my being very nasty in the above area. But yes, I'm being honest. So go ahead and be offended.

Whee...

It's 2 bloody am.

What am I doing awake?

I have awful premonitions.

But ah well.

Heartbreak.

I enter the gate and step into the little garden in front of my house, and my grandma sits at the gate, and she asks, "You go where ah?"

I respond, "School."

I take another 6 steps to the front door, and I hear my grandma ask me, "Eh you go where ah?"

And I respond once more, "School."

After I take a bath, and I come out of the bathroom, my grandma comes up to me, and asks, "Eh, you are Melvyn or Jason ah?" (Jason being my elder brother)

And this isn't the first time she's asked me who I am. This, coming from the woman who's helped taken care of me for the past 19 years.

Quotable Quote.

Kay, counting in Mandarin...

"yi er san si wu liu chee bai!!"

Hands Clean

What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget
What with this distance it seems so obvious?


We'll flash forward to a few years later
No one knows except the both of us
And I have honoured your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this.

Wheee...!

I am free of the scourge that is Soc Class.

Oh, and btw, Naddy is idiot. Ha! So there.

Azai is idiot.

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And Azai Backside Smelly.

Ha!

Hmph.

It's about time.

Argh. There's 7 minutes more to a dumb class. I have to leave in about 30 seconds. Irritating. Bleargh. Stupid shitty. Ah well. Time go to I suppose.

*prances off into oblivion*

Quotable Quote.

Kabby and I, on a certain person, MEOW.

Kabby: It's not me! MEOW spelt your name wrongly.

Me: MEOW is a biatch.

Kabby: No, she's nice.

Me: But she can't spell my name properly!

Kabby: That's because she's stupid.

-.-"

I could.

I could say that I'm content.

I could say that I'm satisfied.

I could say that I'm happy.

I could say that peace is in the air.

I could say a lot of things.

But I'd be lying.

So I'll say this.

I'll say that strife is rife.

I'll say that I'm at an end.

I'll say that peace is shattered.

I'll say that I'm speechless.

Ironic. I'm speechless but I'm still typing words out. This isn't a good place to speak. Too many eyes, too many ears. Too much room for misinterpretation. But as a legal executive, shouldn't it be my place to be precise?

Narrow. Unlit. Dank. Dangerous. Precipitous.

Acceptance is Strength?

Does acceptance of vulnerability equate to strength?

If it does, is the strength then compromised because thinking of abovementioned vulnerability brings one to tears?

I've been trying not to look at my biggest fear in the face for a long time. God, I didn't even know when I've had this instinctive fear inbuilt in me.

I only realised it was there with the aid of DramaTec, and even then, I was afraid of it.

My grandfather comments that my mother's children (essentially my siblings and I) are extremely defensive when it comes to the topic of their mother.

Can I afford to do any less?

It was a nightmare when Mum fell sick. When she'd get so pale and her lips would be absolutely white. When the lines start forming under her eyes and it's a struggle for her to even speak to us. When her hands would tremble holding a glass of water? When her stomach wreaks havoc and she curls up into a ball of pain? When she cries (and she normally doesn't cry at all) because it's too painful? When she pukes her guts out, and then some, even though she hasn't eaten a grain of rice? When she throws up again after taking a single bite of bread? Or worst yet, when the pain is so intense, she passes out in your arms? And as that happens, a single tear flows down her cheek.

Just typing this and my eyes are filled with tears. You'd think that I'm some sort of weakling.

But good God that's the anchor of my life you're talking about. That's the woman who endured nine months of a distended belly to give life to me. That's the woman who takes care of me.

To lose someone like that scares me to death. And Shikin, that's how I break down so easily when it comes to topics about Mum.

And so I accept the fact that losing Mum is the biggest fear of my life. I never want to see that day come, because when it does, I think I will go mad.

Hate Hate Hate.

I hate to forget. I absolutely detest the feeling of remembering something that you've forgot only when it's too late.

Why is it I have to have such a pathetic memory function? I tell myself so many times to do something, and then promptly forget about it ten minutes later. It's not that I'm not prioritising my life properly, but somehow, it just bloody slips my mind.

You'd think that I have some form of dementia or something. I even forget people's names. Corey for example. For the entire duration of Choir practice and Mass, I could not recall his name no matter how hard I tried. The only name that came to mind was Joel. And that's as far from his name as I can get. It's not that I mean to forget his name, it's just that in that space of time, his name just did not come to mind.

God, did I inherit something from Grandma? It's not supposed to manifest so early right? I hope I didn't inherit none of that.

Good Deeds.

Funny how doing a good deed makes you feel satisfied with yourself. You feel uplifted, for one. And suddenly, you think that doing good deeds should be an everyday thing. It makes you feel good about yourself, and you feel happier, almost lighter.

We helped a Japanese man find his hotel. He was quite puzzled by our EzLink machines. Well frankly, who wouldn't be? The poor man was trying to get to Geylang. Heck, even we weren't too sure which stop to alight at. So we called 100 to get the hotel's phone number, and the receptionist said to alight at Aljunied Station. He also gave me a long list of directions, which we obviously lost track of.

It was then decided (with some persuasion) that he would be accompanied all the way to his hotel. He wanted to take a cab, but the poor man only had hundred dollar notes in his wallet. Sheesh. Talk about no small change. Obviously, his EzLink card was paid by us too.

Along the way, I decided to be friendly, and kaypoh I might add, and asked him about himself. Turns out he...

1. is a student at NUS
2. is doing arts and social science
3. is called Tatsushi
4. is 22
5. reads better than he speaks.

Well, when we finally reached the hotel (after much walking around, and Tatsushi with his huge luggage somemore), he asked for our number, which we provided.

He said he wanted to call us, so that he could give us some "Japanese tiddies".

My eyes nearly popped out.

Then he said again.."you like, giddies?"

Then I thought if he was mad.

Then I realised. He wanted to give Jap Goodies. Lolx.

Gee Whiz...

Funny. I seem to be getting more emotional these days.

Today during Dramatec training, there was a little exercise in emotion. When it came to crying, I shocked myself by doing so within seconds of the topic.

Funnier, the ones who ended up crying by the end of the scenario were mostly the males. Well, three guys (including me) and one girl were clearly crying. What ever happened to the notion of girls being more in touch with their emotions?

Funny how the world works sometimes.

Half Blood Prince.

One subplot too many. Interweaving, unresolving.

Perhaps waiting for the story to tell the tale, but yet, weakening the present one that much with its presence.

Well, someone died. As usual.

My personal theory was right. No, I'm not spilling.

Did that person have to die? It was absolutely necessary. But frankly, I wonder how the little children will take it. All the darkness and all the dying. I mean, from the brightness in book 1, to what I have just finished reading?

She's turning to the dark side I tell you.

Wits End.

MLOCT has me stumped.

Sociology has me stumped.

Accounts has me stumped.

Deadlines rear their ugly head.

Whirlwind of a week.

Weekdays passed in a haze of work. Term break? A period of time in which we are tested to see if we will break.

I remember going to school almost everyday. I remember doing MLOCT Proj 1. I remember finding out about F&BP for Civil Pro to be handed in on Tuesday. I recall finding out about giving a little lecture on Character on Tuesday.

I recall going to school on Wednesday for Sociology Project. And then after that, staying on in the library, poring over books, finding the best and easiest way to help the children with their acting. I remember freezing in the library for hours. I remember getting a headache from trying to cram everything in at the same time. I remember leaving for choir practice straight after that. I remember being late. I remember not having eaten the whole day. I remember having dinner at 2235, with the night air for company.

I remember thursday's interview with Ms Magdalene. I remember going to school at 1030 for Dramatec. I remember Dramatec lasting until 7pm. I remember my heart breaking once more. I remember going for dinner to bond with all the children who were present.

I remember reaching home at around 2330. I remember taking a hurried shower. I remember chatting online with friends to stay awake, while at the same time agonizing over my powerpoint slides for the lecture that was looming.

I remember finishing my lecture slides at 0115. I remember finally going to sleep at 0200.

I remember jerking awake at 1030 after having restless nightmares of a lecture gone wrong, and the freshies laughing at me. I remember a nightmare of lecturing to an empty theatre. I remember rushing to school. I remember a long day of dramatec. Emotions, space covering, character, "If you get what I mean".

I remember seeing Suat Ling off for the last time before going to dinner. I remember the exhaustion at 1930, when Dramatec finally ended its workshop. I remember arriving at pasir ris at 2030. I remember looking and feeling like hell. I remember having to turn down Dear's dad because I didn't want to be a wet blanket and yawn in their faces. I remember Dear not knowing that, because she wouldn't be able to anyway.

I remember leaving promptly so I could go home to continue my project work. I do not remember what time I fell asleep.

And here we are now. Sunday morning. 1202. What did I do today? I went to Tan Tock Seng for a dental appointment. I went to Harvey Norman to check out prices for my project. I missed project meeting. I went to another project meeting. I had a caller hang up on me. I stayed on to complete project until 5pm. I went to Harvey Norman Parkway Parade to continue checking out prices and products. I went to Best Denki to try my luck.

Just remembering, is exhausting.

Silence.

In the silence of the soul, peace resides.
In the silence of the soul, comfort is sought.
In the silence of the soul, love is found.

In the silence, is a void.
In the silence, tears collect, unheeded, unknown.
In the silence, loneliness reigns.

*screams*

Forgiven not Forgotten.

I thought I'd buried it. I thought I'd accepted what it meant, and could deal with it.

I was wrong.

A group of Dramatec members were acting out a scene from Devdas, with the help of Nad, who reprised her role as Kaushalya, Devdas's mother. It was the scene where Dev finally gets chased out of the house, but not before receiving a stinging slap in the face.

That scene was the scene that affected me most in the entire play. And I thought that, being in the audience would be fine. I felt that I would not be so deeply affected again.

The instant Kaushalya (it clearly wasn't Nad anymore) stepped into the scene, my blood chilled. I could see the terrible anger and anguish lying latent there. In that instant, I knew she felt as horrible as I did. I (Devdas) saw my mother standing there before me, in the grips of the worst betrayal of her life; her son finally succumbing to greed and wanting the family money.

I watched as Kaushalya stepped up to Fadzly (who played Dev), inexorable as Death, with something that resembled everlasting regret. I watched as Kaushalya slapped the face of her beloved son. I watched as she yelled the words that did and still cuts deeply into Devdas' heart. Into my heart.

And the tears came unbidding. And Melvyn/Devdas looked on as he seemingly relived his past.

And thus did Devdas lower his head unto his shaking hands, and wept once more he did.

It's been a while.

I can't do it in lyrical prose, neither can I do it with fancy words.

What I can do, is this.

Dear, I love you. It's been a month since we've begun on this journey together. It's truthfully only been a very short period of time. And I acknowledge that. But I've been happy. And I've not been happy for a long time. Until of course, you came along. And now I'm happy. I am really really happy. I don't know how else to describe how I feel.

But I love you anyway.



My dreams came true when I found you.
If you could see what I see
you're the answer to my prayers.
And if you, could feel the tenderness I feel
You would know, it would be clear.
You're the angel that brought me here.

Quotable Quote.

An air stewardess from the movie Soul Plane on getting the best orgasms.

"Y'ain't experienced an orgasm until you've had one while on descent."

A toilet cleaner, on a couple having sex.

"Y'need less space than this brother! Remember, superman changed in a phone booth."

A gay steward, on a pilot in uniform.

"I like him better out of his uniform!!"

I ain't stoppin' for no motherfu****!!

Lol. That came straight out of a movie called Soul Plane. Wait. I'm getting far too much ahead of myself.

On Saturday, we celebrated (belatedly) Kishy's birthday. We met in the afternoon at 2pm perhaps? Kit, Kish, Daph, Me, and most of all, SUAT LING!! Wheee... my friend from Malaysia finally decides to drop her ass right back where it belongs. Good ol' Singapore.

We had dinner at NYDC after some shoppin' around. Of course, I was window shopping all by my lonely self. Kit and Suat were busy making their own purchases, and Daph and Kish just do not function that way.

By dinner, we had Amos and Shao Jun and Reena with us as well. So there were, erm...8 of us! That's right.

A unanimous decision was made to pop down to Fisherman's Village over at Pasir Ris Beach Park for a little drink. *snorts* Little, yeah right. If that was little then I'm a motherfuc***. Lol. And I'm not. So there.

Apologies for the appearance of too many motherf*****. It's the movies I'm watching I tell you.

I had 1 shot of tequila, and a couple of cups of Vodka Lime/Sprite, and this drink called Strobe. Predictably, I got quite high. But definitely not drunk, because I was still in control of myself.

Kishy, the dear birthday boy, decided to go wild. He had 3 shots of tequila, coupled with the same drinks we had. I think Kit, Suat and Reena had 1 or 2 shots? Not too sure. My memory is a little vague on that score.

But yes. They got high. In Kishy's case, I will say that he was drunk. Of course, it was probably just the alcohol relaxing his tongue, but all of a sudden, he was rude. Downright rude. He interrupted conversations, made others "shut up" while he basically babbled like a leaky tap. Of course, I suppose everyone will still love you Kishy, despite the display of the most disgusting behaviour ever. Suat and Reena were probably having fun. Lol.

Kishy insisted that I should lose control of myself. That I was too rigid for my own good.

Here's my answer. Of course I wanted to lose control of myself. But if I did, and proceeded to make a fool of myself, then who is going to take care of things? Do I expect Shao Jun or Amos or worse, Daphnie to be taking care of us all? Impossible.

Finally!

Something that works.

And is pretty nice too.

Wheee...

Helpp.

How do I solve the problem with my skin? Anyone???

Please??

Sorry!

Stupid new blogskin seems to be facing some problems. I'm trying my darndest to fix it(meaning I scratch my head really hard and stare at the screen).

I'll try to add in the damn shoutbox asap too. So everyone can abuse me on how bad I've done.

Masochism does have its kicks.

Something New.

The guy over to the right..kinda looks like Prince Arthas don't you think?

Hmm, in any case, this is the something new I found. Blogskin thingy I meant.

Umm..

Senses all messed up. Drowsy as hell.

*floats around*

GOodnight.

Dead logs.

How deep do you sleep? Are you a light sleeper? Do you jump up at the slightest scratch of an ant's feelers against a grain of sand? Do you sit up in terror at the creak of a stair twenty flights down?

Or are you a deep sleeper? The voice of Mother screaming her lungs out seem nothing more than the buzzing of a fly? The alarm clock seems like sweet gentle music?

I've been a deep sleeper all my life. Once I enter into slumber, it's hard to get me out of it. Almost immediately I will start dreaming.

And I absolutely hate being woken 14-20 minutes into slumber. Just when the body is sinking towards absolute coma, you are roughly awoken. There have been several occasions I woke up not knowing where I was, what I was previously doing, and what the hell was going on. Heck, I might've even forgot my name for a second. But it's that instant of absolute confusion that I simply cannot stand.

I've also woken up in the middle of a dream. For example, I'd be reaching out for something in my dream, and then suddenly I'll feel my hand reaching out for something in reality, and I will wake up, feeling stupid, wondering why my hand is outstretched.

Another example, is crying in a dream. Sometimes, it gets so bad, I wake up only to find that my pillow is soaked with tears. Scary.

Most of the time though, I'm trapped in boundless slumber. It's scary because I won't hear anything until a certain time where I begin to wake up. And that's usually 11am.


I'm told I talk in my sleep. Meaningless mumbles, unintelligible utters. Of course, there are occasional gems like, *me with hands outstretched* "THE CONTRACT HAVEN'T SIGN YET?!?!?!"

Shit like that. Which actually makes me afraid to sleep with anyone but family. Can you imagine if I wake up the next morning to find everyone in gales of laughter and me wondering why the shit are they laughing?

I'd die of embarrassment.

Time, it is?

Is it time to change the template of my blog?

Tell me.

Your view on yourself:

Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:

You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?
Your views on education

Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.
The right job for you:

You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.
How do you view success:

You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.
Who is your true self:

You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.