the axiom

and we come full circle

2008-05-05T20:07:00.003+08:00

quite frankly, i have no idea how to begin this entry. and as unglamorous a start that may have been, i guess it would have to suffice.

i've been reduced to nothing more than a mere function. the equivalent of worn out 'enter' button. it's funny how life used to throw you curveball after curveball, and then suddenly it all stops. it's as though life grew tired of you, and forgot you like an unwelcomed aunt. and what're you left with then? nothing but monotony. instead of spending your life anticipating the next ball and thinking of ways to not only beat its trajectory but hitting the ball back, you get pressed and pressed and pressed, to sum up someone else's sentence and begin another one for them.

it begins well usually, but once the fanfare dies down, all you're left with is the dull noise of being pressed upon.

i guess i crave for more. but then you begin to think. did you actually manage to dodge that curveball at all? or did you get hit, again and again and again, just like that 'enter' button?

i've lived my entire life in the shadows of the past. circumcising both fact and logic to cleanse a memory that had no right to exist in the first place. i sought solace in the care and understanding of those i knew, but then i realised that even though i've always been well known, i've never been well liked. far from it even.

other people bask in the sunlight of friendships, but me? i shelter myself in the pockets of tolerance. maybe because that's all i can manage.

it's all too messy, too disorganized, too scrambled to decipher, but those dull thuds continue to haunt me. i'm too pesky and troublesome for people i guess. impossible to deal with. maybe i should just disappear like friction- worn lettering on buttons; pressed beyond redemption.

i've never been well liked. and we now come full circle.

solace

2008-01-28T20:58:00.000+08:00

Melody

The world is a jukebox,
Playing every imaginable sound.
Those that bound, glide, spring and sing,
Promiscuous in corners, and bears itself for a dime.
You never know what symphony awaits
At the end of a busy Singaporean street,
The chorus of life, soft, in a heart beat.
If you’re quiet you will hear,
The hymn of the nightingale seducing the sunlit sky,
The hushed whispers of aunties scampering for truth,
The apologetic screech of rubber on tar,
The desperate horn, rude and uncouth;
And the understanding sigh of the boy lying on the street,
Songless and lifeless-- from his eyes to his feet.

person of the year

2007-12-19T22:26:00.000+08:00

putin was named as time's person of the year for 2007. that's right, putin.

vladimir vladimirovich putin.

for all you bono and hady mirza fans out there, my hearts mourns with you. putin is undoubtedly an interesting choice, considering time's person of the year recognition is not an accolade and but an acknowledgement of an individual's impact as a global force, and in that right we can see how putin may have justified his selection. his strong hand has steadied a ship that has long been wandering in the open seas without any direction and one that has struggled to shrug off the long shadows of its communist past. however, in direct contrast to the very merry yeltsin, putin is a throwback to the russian (and even communist) leaders of old, and it remains to be seen whether his style of leadership will lead to another era of repression reminiscent of stalin and brezhnev.

however, a strong russia on the world map is and always has been a welcomed option. its geopolitical significance can never be underestimated, and its eventual resurrection will offer the world an alternative to american hegemony. such promising signs can even be seen in the current iranian and north korean issue, with russia having a major say in the former by continuing the shipment of nuclear materials to iran and brokering deals with the latter. with putin at the helm or with him pulling the strings for his successor in his capacity as the premier, the world can be assured that russia will once again rise from the ashes as it once did.

but i've always thought that gore would have clinched the title though. not that i like him or anything, in fact i do think he impresses me as some twat from a disney commercial gone wrong, but he has raised awareness for our current environmental dilemma and popularized the term 'climate change'. the impact he has had on the international political arena has been unprecedented at the very least. the world has never seen environmental issues having a major say in scuplting the dynamics of international relations, and even though these effects cannot be attributed to gore directly, we cannot deny that he had a major say in making the world stand up and take notice.

in other news, hady mirza won asian idol (cues nationalistic glee). even though i'm starting to suspect that our dear idol's vocal abilities are indeed a tad suspect and that taufik might have done a better job, this writer urges one and all to set aside the conspiracy theories and bask in the fact that singapore actually beat the other countries in a SINGING competition.

hey at least it wasnt joakim gomez representing us-

back in black

2007-12-16T15:35:00.000+08:00

alright, so i'm back after an annoying couple of weeks where i had to reformat my computer for a total of 7 times. many apologies. at any rate, i have got to enjoy my whole week of leave. this MUST include meeting up with Suhas before he flies off for some desolate corner in god forsaken Tanzania (a.k.a. Oxford to the uninitiated) and organise a class outing where i actually turn up.

in the meantime, i do urge everyone to indulge in the foo fighters' latest fare, 'The Pretenders'. Its a rather addictive song and testimony that there is life after Pat Smear. Cheers-

who ate the BK fish?

2007-11-18T21:44:00.000+08:00

well i did talk about girls in an earlier post, so let's talk about guys now. no, this is not a momentous "coming out of the closet" entry. there is no closet, and i am not in any closet. nonetheless, it does make an interesting topic. boys i mean. not closets.

originally i wanted to talk about blogging, but a certain leprechaun by the name of christine decided that boys would be a better topic. and right about now, i'm anticipating a broken nose =]

as we all should know by now, the sexiest guy alive list came out recently, and well matt damon won it by a mile. aside from the usual complaints of "why am i not on the list!", and "why didnt i win it?!!?", which naturally stemmed from a myopic voting populace and a bias system in general, i thought the list was ok. but honestly, how does one judge and evaluate sexuality? i doubt women even have an inkling individually, much less reach a cohesive agreement amongst themselves.

it's the ultimate paradox. they want someone mysterious (elmer fudd of warner bros fame), someone charming (see Imran, Muhd), someone strong (see Tan, Denys), and basically fulfill that Jake Ryan figure that every woman lusts after. But in reality, they want that cushy guy who will shop with them, who will listen to their feelings, spout cheesy nothings and serve that ever illusive 'breakfast in bed'. now that my friends, are really high expectations and mind you, we just can't live up to all of them.

we are who we are, and you gotta live with or leave it all behind. live with it preferably.

you know what? women should have that personal checklist, and make it public. that way-- when we make an application-- we can have a rough estimate if we can make the grade (the male ego is definitely a wonderful thing) and move on! now wouldnt that be much easier!

it would of course make courtship as interesting as my facebook profile page, but hey it would make things so much easier for us martians! direct, and simple. plus, it would serve to solve one out of two of the world's greatest mysteries. the other of course, is to figure out why gurmit singh and adrian pang are appearing on every god damn show on channel 5.

p.s. they call it being 'devilishly charming', and i know you know it to be true =]

the zoo!

2007-11-08T18:24:00.000+08:00

now come on, who doesnt like the zoo? the mandatory excursion for all eager 6 yr olds across the nation that rivals the memories of BCG shots in primary 6 and national service for all eager 6 yr old males across the nation. in fact, to rekindle the fond memories i had of sheba the polar bear and ah meng the ferocious teetotaller of a chihuahua, i revisited the revered cages of the mandai zoological gardens. and boy did that take time =]

at any rate, i actually enjoyed myself there. however, there was this one curious little incident (attempts to look seductive with a spoon aside) that took my eye and has amused me till now. and that moment ladies and gentlemen can be summed up by the following picture:

out of all the animals that needed a wash in the zoo-- for example the white rhino, that has ceased to live up to its sterling name-- the lifeless ben and jerry's cow instead got the nod for a good scrub. don't get me wrong, i have nothing against the good fellows of bnj, in fact i quite enjoy their fare (especially cherry garcia), and i'm all for washing paper mache cows, but you gotta admit this is quite amusing.

not only that, it took TWO good fellows of bnj to wash our dear cow.

i actually had half a mind to send this picture to Stomp!, but looking at the entire set- up they have there and the engaging intellectual discussions they have, i'm afraid they might just launch a tirade against the cow for not licking itself clean or against the good people of bnj for wearing blue (trust me much worse has happened on that site).

But i digress.

By the way good folks, this is our good friend Sheba. She's not lazy (i'm assuming it's a she), she's just fed- up that she keeps doing the same thing and doesnt get paid what she deserves. much like our writer friends over at NBC.

imagine trying to wash this cupcake eh friends at ben and jerry's!

anyway, now it's your turn to blog good people =]

nothing but hubris

2007-10-15T00:12:00.000+08:00

you see driving oneself on passion alone, though admirable, is not enough. it is within everyone's capacity to illustrate passion for a hobby or an activity, so passion has ceased to become a distinguishing element. after awhile, as age and wisdom wrinkles the eyes and creaks the bones, one will begin to realise that passion pivots itself on the idea of self; nothing more. hence to truly succeed and live life to the fullest, one has to go beyond passion and translate effort into help for others. that is to say, 'give back'.

what we are, and what we will become, has always been contingent on our environment. we are nothing more than victims of circumstance, hence we have to rise above such notions and contribute to the lives of others, effectively acknowledging that though we are but puppets in our theatre that we have the ability to free others from the strings that bind them. or at the very least, loosen the grip.

ergo we have to focus not on passion to quench our own dreams and aspirations, but passion to quench the dreams and aspirations of those around us. that is the hallmark of a true leader.

to fuel oneself on passion alone, is to be self- destructive. though even passion for others will eventually destroy us, we would have done that little bit before we perish. it is not about establishing a legacy to be feared and respected by generations after we have turned to dust, but to be an indelible memory in the lives of those generations. to not be a distant milestone, but a thread in their fabric.

we must all learn to fall, and to be crushed. to have all that we have stood for ridiculed and decimated. only then will we realise that it has never been about what we stand for; but about how we can stand together.

broken smile

2007-09-28T18:11:00.000+08:00

they've finally done it. they've killed me.

let's all go for arabian girls

2007-09-06T23:20:00.000+08:00

let's talk about the 2 concepts that have attached themselves to a quaint little corner of my mind. girls and bookstores. let's talk about girls first shall we.

somehow i've always found 2 groups of girls highly attractive, rafflesian girls and girls from scgs. this i must admit is a matter of personal predilection and not a definitive gauge representative of the martian population, a sort of personal taste if you may. adding to that of course is the fact that i am not attracted to ALL rafflesian girls or ALL scgs girls, but in a general feel across the board, girls from the aforementioned groups somehow and inevitably take the forefront when it comes to being noticed by yours truly. not only are they explicitly attractive and quietly seductive, they can be enchantingly witty too-- which mind you is a very potent cocktail. they hold conversations as exciting as they are significant and that air of unpredictability that peppers the conversations definitely is a plus point. i'm not going to come out and make rash declaration that "that it's in the water in those schools", but one has to admit that maybe-- and just maybe-- their schools have moulded them to be so. not in a manufacturing sense, but more of a lifestyle that is weaved into them from the start. but then again, i digress.

moving on to bookstores.

just like girls, all you want to do with bookstores is to be in them (basks momentarily in that glorious freudian moment). whenever i get a holiday, one way or another i would end up in some bookstore in some god forsaken place. but the feel of it all, is in one word-- captivating. though the argument against most singaporean bookstores-- particularly the retail giants like Kinokuniya or Borders-- would be the 'clinical' feel of their entire set- ups. how the books are manicured to their respective shelves so precisely that it pilfers any opportunity of adventure as one delves into the pastel sea of books. though no complaints would emanate from those who seek a prim and precise excursion into such bookstores, it is rather disappointing in a sense. how can we ever be sure of what book we want or could possibly be interested in? it is the pursuit of that raw feeling of discovery, as one chances upon a book far from sight yet one with the mind, that makes the journey into a bookstore all the more exciting.

i've always felt that buying a book is so much better than borrowing one from the library. that sense of ownership somehow creates an intangible and unbreakable bond between owner and book, like the sweet promises of an inamorata meant for her sexual master. in fact the entire process is rather sexual.

maybe i'll make my own library.

we can't all be smart now, can we?

2007-08-16T22:32:00.000+08:00

the days have been soaked in misery. i dont suppose there's any other way to phrase it really. august has been a tired month, weary and desolate, and such conditions arent ideal for optimism. isolation is definitely a choice, but how far can we isolate ourselves from all that we know? to tear ourselves from something that is both our world and dna, moulding and profiling us externally and from within. how much of our own fabric can we unravel?

i exaggerate of course, stretching descriptions and truth. but then again, exaggeration is the only pleasure left that we're allowed to savour.

i do realise that if i persist with these quasi- depressive posts, i'd be doing myself no favours. rather than turn this green monstrosity into a... monstrosity (work with me here), i shall attempt to instead write a quasi- intellectual post. to anyone who could possibly claim to even know me, they would know that i rate a quality essay as one that has an informed historical perspective to things. alas, the potent cocktail of national service and lack of time has greatly pilfered me of the ability to give the following essay any historical weightage. i of course, would be talking about the attack on religion in our day and age. or something like that.

after the catastrophic events of 9/11 in New York and the slew of bombings that affected both european and south east asian theatres, many have said that Islam is 'under attack'. religious fundamentalists use this claim as a rallying point to gravitate neutrals to their cause, further fuelling their misguided aims and to present an acceptable pretext for their unfortunate operations. neutrals would have inevitably realised that there is some element of truth in that statement, looking at the brouhaha that accompanied the prophet Muhammad caricature saga in europe, and what has increasingly become mass slaughter in Iraq. we have to understand that the complex perception of the masses cannot compute nor comprehend the nuances or circumstances of such situations, rather what they see is that their fellow muslims are being killed-- and the killers are the Western imperialists or 'white men' who are immediately and rather naively linked to christianity. the less informed have even suggested that the current war on terror is nothing more than the modern sequel of the crusades. the US obviously didnt help matters, but that of course is an issue for another day.

cutting the long story short, we can and should understand the way the majority of muslims are rationalizing the problem at hand. however for the purpose of initiating an intellectual discussion, i urge that we look beyond that and extrapolate what are and have been implicit benefits. although Islam is in a way 'under attack', this period of time also sees the globalization of Islam, or the evolution of Islam as a religion that permeates the mechanics of the modern world. in every tv station across the world, documentaries are being made regarding Islam so as to allow individuals of other faiths to understand the religion better and to realize that the masked hoodlums they see holding the AK- 47s on Al- Jazeera are not the actual spokespersons of the religion. this has inevitably led to the increase in awareness of the religion, not only for those of other faiths but also for muslims across the globe, as they reflect upon their beliefs and appreciate the realities of their religion. now through the mass media, even the most isolated farmers in corn fields of Iowa would have heard of Islam (something that would not have been as probable even despite the fact that Islam is the fastest growing religion in the US) or even through the picture of a certain Bin Laden that has become the latest fashion accessory on every dartboard in every bar in the US. intellectuals are delving deeper than ever into the study of Islam to solve the enigma of Islamist extremism, and this has also reaped benefits by paving the way for a modern and academic analysis of Islam.

beyond that, these incidents have forced the global community of muslims to rejuvenate the religion, to adapt it without distorting the core and fundamental pillars of the religion, to suit the increasingly globalized world. islamist extremism has forced Islam to make itself relevant, and this would undoubtedly benefit the religion and its legion of followers in the long run. they have also presented muslims with the challenge to live their religion and to display its beauty on the world stage. we have to propel ourselves above the chaos and and ultimately; be muslims. Islam and politics have always been intertwined, and extremism has always been a constant companion to both elements, thus it becomes not a matter of eradicating extremism but one of quelling it.

we also have to realise that this purported 'attack' is not simply exclusive to Islam alone. playing in the backdrop is the 'attack' on christianity. not by bombs or arms, but by ideas, philosophies and interestingly-- fiction. bestsellers like Harry Potter and The Da Vinci Code have threatened churches across the globe, enticing their followers with a fictional world that contradicts their religious beliefs ( this could of course be exclusive only to roman catholics, gotta check on that). churches have gone on the offensive, launching campaigns on a massive scale to urge their flock to spurn such works. though realistically these works would hardly even cause a dent in the whole scheme of things (god does work in mysterious ways), it is important for churches to establish their position against what one can perceive as the dilemmas of the 21st century.

other religions like sikhism and hinduism too are grappling with the challenges that are-- if we gear ourselves to accept such ineluctable realities-- a natural corollary of globalisation and modernisation. sikhs and hindus are forced to find an equilibrium between the colliding forces of religion and modernisation, to ensure relevance in this rapidly secular and unforgiving world. youths may find traditional beliefs outdated and incompatible with modern lifestlyes (largely influenced by the west of course) and may align themselves towards the latter and compromise their religious beliefs. the challenge thus becomes, how do they adapt themselves to the times?

although such problems may seem chronic at the moment, and may threaten to cleave the world's major religions right down the middle, they simultaneously force the same religions to be reflexive. indeed in the long run, hindsight may reveal that we are merely experiencing the essential trigger to a more peaceful future.

well i do realise that the quality is rather poor and the depth leaves much to be desired, but well i'm tired and i'm in camp, so deal with it!

on the shelf

2007-07-25T07:53:00.000+08:00

on the shelf

to live like a rag doll
tossed along days,
drowning in disposable dreams, and
fearing death who visits constantly like a friend
lovingly indelible in living memory.

Live! and die, alone; unknowing,
awaiting the supple touch of skin on loveless plastic.

I am as much rag as I am doll.

toyed by emotions and hollow-- where words
don’t fit and melt into eyes
that shine like mirrors--
shallow and reflective,
where you see nothing but yourselves.

I await an end that I do not want to meet,
a leap of faith into nothing but faith itself,
I fear death--
to leave my thoughts like a book

never to be read again.

--Imran July '07

the reality of sin

2007-07-25T07:42:00.000+08:00

it was good fun while it lasted i suppose, but pretty soon we're going to have to revert back to our brutish lives. its kinda amusing really, i dont think i would fit the personality profile of a manic depressive, but hey weirder things have happened; for example the tv show Lifeline.

i sorta find comfort in my room, this sanctuary that affords me the protection from everything else that is happening around-- albeit a messy sanctuary. there is something soothing in the mess that surrounds my bed, whispering in my ear constantly that there are no expectations; no demands. but being a recluse is hardly an option, though the grotto that is my messy room is definitely a tantalizing enclave. in response to this, i do believe that i'm starting to care little about what other people may say, or think for that matter. our actions have always been governed not by our sheer will, but by the expectations and demands of others around us, and the ability to pull myself away from this curse as we may have it, is simply liberating. but then again, how successful can any one ever be?

weekends are always welcomed, because it gives me the opportunity to turn to people. but on weekdays? my mind as a companion would suffice.

you will never be so lonely, till you tell yourself that you are.

2007-07-10T21:25:00.000+08:00

it seems that i do have a knack of letting my blog down. oh well, now that i've swept aside the cobwebs and godforsaken carcasses of god knows what off my blog, i think i might just do a bit more updating here. it is after all one of the few places i can safely embed my thoughts, with half of the world's population probably thinking that this site is dead.

all i can say, is that ns is slowly draining the life out of me. sometimes, i dont even recognise who the hell i am. flustered and bothered arent exactly the words people would use on me, but right about now, theyre an apt summary. i cant quite figure it out, but things are just depressing-- for the lack of a better term. no grand description of this state of affairs, just shell- like, barren, desolate, and skeletal would do.

god knows this isnt what i wanted.

sometimes in life, youre driven by one purpose or the other. you look forward to another day, full of anticipation for what awaits around the corner. but at other times, you just float along. purposeless. empty. its a dreadful feeling. hell, i cant even bluff myself with false motivations anymore. lets hope its just one of those random lull periods in life.

this is such an ugly post for some reason.

they say, that this is the period of time when you will rely on your friends the most. so its quite telling when i'm grappling with myself in this mutilating darkness.

i'm slowly dying i assure you; maybe i should beat it to that final twist of the knife.

training to be soldiers

2007-02-25T21:50:00.000+08:00

we the unwilling,
led by the incompetent
to do the unneccessary;
for the ungrateful.

haha i found this amusing little thing in scorpion coy's store, but really NS isn't all that bad. its quite fun actually, though that booking- in feeling still sucks big time. i've been too lazy to update, because i rather spend my time being engaged in more worldly activities that i have no access to whilst on tekong, but i promise to make up for it during block leave.

i'm quite cut- off from the going- ons taking place in the world-- and from many other people-- but i'm still alive and kicking (and trained to kill haha).

till next time. out-

syn.tax. goes regional. well goes malayan more like.

2006-12-14T22:51:00.000+08:00

apologies for the paucity of posts. in other news, while some people get to enjoy spain ( which apparently scared the pants off sylvia plath) and others got to enjoy the sun, sand, and the sea of pulau tekong ( free food and accomodations mind you) for 90 days and 90 nights; i shall embark on a round trip around malaysia! i shall scour the various states to trace my heritage and finally quell the age old 'Malay Question'.

in other words; i shall be binging my eyeballs out and doing other sinful things that i wouldn't normally have done. like shopping for example.

may god have mercy upon my soul.

there is a loneliness that can be rocked.

2006-11-27T00:08:00.000+08:00

the knowledge that is me.

In a drunken benediction
I stumbled across state lines and illuminated boundaries,
Over crippled fairy tales and anointed rape,
In smug knowingness
Of killing the world in a word; and fucking minds where the ink
-- dries.

I stumbled with blinkless eyes
Down the road to where the dashed lines fearfully stopped,
An unknown that beckoned;
Though it were from within.

Phantom footfalls mockingly shadowed
The edge of my thoughts, as
Longing screams cradled my daylights
And silenced my nights.

In the darkness that spawned
The infidelity of minds,
And washed your outline to gray;

I stand rooted

Unsure, unknowing, unaware;
Of the next footstep
Of the next hope
Of the next corruption

as I rang the sky with my strangled cry.

a night at the opera

2006-11-23T02:20:00.000+08:00

The Bone Fire

the tribal drums
wail
to honour their
gyrating gods.

more religious
than
religion, desperation
celebrates this

trance of
hue and heroes
drenched in
tequila.

flesh on flesh
as soul
gulps for unsoiled
innocence.

nuns of
indonesian air,
worshipping a world
clear as smog.

impotent hunters
with blunt
spears for
heads

lay
broken traps
for
willing

prey.

this is the stench of humanity.

randomness

2006-10-13T23:54:00.001+08:00

well school's officially over. would do up a proper post on that soon. so i guess the struggle's on right now, much to my displeasure. i cant seem to kick the habit of being self- destructive. oh well.

for now, that's all folks.

syn.tax., channel axe the axiom; singapore.

randomness

2006-10-13T23:54:00.000+08:00

poem.

2006-10-09T23:07:00.000+08:00

Bright Shadows

You set my head on fire.
Like a fat orange caterpillar, it devours
Every inch of my wick,
And as though fatigued by indigestion;
It perspires.
Beads of solid sweat trickle
Down
My Erection,
Like fertile semen caressing a cold penis,
Only to create ugly babies at its feet.
Time guarantees a smoky demise,
And a hazy reminder of black cotton
To greet the end of my function.
The wax rests; here.

- October 2006

boredom

2006-10-07T23:21:00.000+08:00

i feel so terribly lazy. its not just the 'i-dont-want-to-mug' kind of laziness, rather its the 'i-dont-want-to-do-anything' kind. msn's been pretty dead lately, and that doesnt help things.

it's taken me 18 whole years to realise; i have no life.

decorum

2006-10-03T22:22:00.000+08:00

it is almost impossible to change an entrenched mind- set. once you think that you've figured out a person, his habits and his personality, that perspective more or less remains; unchangeable. its so ridiculously easy to place a person under a set category or classification, where once he displays a certain peculiarity or fulfills a certain prerequisite let's say, off he is whisked to a specific grouping. class joker. the smart one. the annoying one. the list goes on really.

people like to claim they know things about other people, don't get me wrong, they have all the right to do so. but the thing is, its all so darn silly. and what's more incredulous, is that no matter how much we try to say that we are not of these 'people'-- which is in itself a claim-- we are all equally guilty of it. how many times have we seen people put down others like michael jackson for example, for being 'weird'? or robbie williams for being 'gay' (i'm not saying that its a negative, but realistically, there are bigots out there who regard it as a derogatory statement)? plenty really, and more often than not, these people arent in a position to make such calls to begin with. it all just makes life that much more unpleasant.

i've long moved from desiring the ability to actively change people's mind- sets; its an impossible dream. its pure folly, and it's made all that much harder for one who is himself a victim of 'set perceptions'. what more, any such change can only begin from within; when a quiet, calming, wise and yet sad awareness or spirit awakens deep down inside.

some might dismiss this rant without giving a second thought to it, others may adopt a different stand and regard this entry as little more than a simple commentary laced with paranoia, why some kinder souls may not even bother to read it through. in the arrogance of its verbosity, this entry would have done little to make any impact or set thoughts stirring. why the provenance itself might shoulder some of such glorified responsibility too. but it matters little, for i have nothing to prove.

man is by nature wary of what is said, and more wary of what is not said. instinct some call it, nothing but pure instinct. if you're confused by now, and wondering what this entry is trying to get at; i have only one thing to say...

you be the judge.

sing fat lady, sing!!

2006-10-02T21:59:00.000+08:00

a deceptive lull has has fallen over my days, and like a big fat old lady with inertia scratched on her bones; it seems unmoveable. every bit of me that is rational and logical is pleading for the overthrow of such sloth, but we all know how the script goes.

i would love to label it as the teenage dilemma, but a quick glance at other people (when i say this, i mean non A53 people) would be enough for one to ascertain that this 'dilemma' is unnervingly localized and scarily specific. not convinced? a recent medical survey has proven that 65% more VJ students would complain about stiff necks and other complications around this time of year due to hours of craning their necks over notes. in fact i fall under that particular 65% too, though i think mine is a result of denys being a pain in the neck more than mugging.

amidst all the statistics and figures, it occured to me that my dear classmate daryl would lodge his own complaint to the surveyors without batting an eyelid, though his would be a special case of 'pain in the foot'. but then again, daryl has had a foot injury since bismarck was appointed chancellor, so he might not count.

as the days wind down to the official end of jc life, and as each day becomes more treasured for its little memories, i always tell myself that i've been part of something really special these past 2 years. i mean hey, when you're in A53, and when the whole class just walks out of school in full knowledge that an econs lecture is about to start in 5 mins; you know you're part of something particularly special.

but then again, it was econs lecture and the last time we had a full attendance for that was when daryl had his first foot injury. and we all know how recent that was.

tiresome

2006-09-30T22:56:00.000+08:00

after writing personal statement after personal statement, one gets pretty sick of typing out things. thus i do sincerely apologise for not updating more often.

at any rate, i hereby declare jon stewart as my idol and his daily show as the best 'talkshow' in the US. right on its heels would be david letterman of course.

so there you have it! the axiom has just endorsed its first show, and i rightly crown stewart as the funniest smart man on tv-

its your move

2006-09-27T22:42:00.000+08:00

when we were young, we were taught the alphabets. then with the raw eagerness of youth, we strung them together and assigned them to everything around us to cushion and rationalize our existence. human constructs meant to fashion other constructs in our world, to blasphemeis fear and breed solace in our earthly grotto.

then like a sickly tune of a care- worn carousel; it is our turn to be fashioned with alphabets. the definers defined and assigned their worth, blurring the lines between construct and man.

it is a wicked a game, yet one that has to be played. like pawns too paralyzed to move having caught the scent of the bishop's hunger, we are forced upon our squares. a to c. 1 to 3.

good luck people.