seems like a virus is spreading in my bunk
crap cant enjoy this weekend
down with fever and tmr's alr sit test & 12km route march
kenasai.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

received some depressing news from my bro
that Futurama has actually been cut
DAMN.
at only 4 seasons
and its such a great cartoon
fucking cruel world ='(

but i heard the new south park season is out
YEAHHHHHHHHhehehehheWOOOOHOOOO~!

oh well.
9 days and counting.
zzz

Friday, March 23, 2007

finally read finished The Malice Box by Martin Langfield.
its an okay book, plain old typical action novel.
and it took me an awful long time to finish it (from last post till now).

went out with yunqi today :)
watched mr bean (funny but damn short)
bought 2 new books!
and ate NYDC for the first time (no life, i know, shush alr)

feel like taking leave to rest tmr
hope chris wont blow up.
he alr fired me off safra,
to no dismay on my part actually.
but realli feeling exhausted both throat and brain
hope he understands.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

so my 'vacation' has finally come to an end.
not so anxious to start work still though
as they say: one can't slack enough.

watching my bro & gf play GTA is interesting,
crashing planes and motor-cycling from police.
there's this sense of longing;
perhaps we all need an adventure at least once in our lives.

looking at scholarship applications is scary.
what with the "min. 3 'A' distinctions, 2 'S' Papers"
oh well.
at least I've got a life =P

people have been saying some crazy stuff
dat i look like
7pm chann8 "gay"
dragonball supersayan goku
naruto
.
.
.

omg.
seems like I've got such a common face.
but sometimes i do wish i was goku or naruto
at least i dun have to be in this fucked up world
whereby the only lights in the darkness
are my friends & not-so-close family

my bro crashed his bike again.
zzz

Saturday, March 10, 2007

I, Lucifer

By Glen Duncan

Excerpts

I, Lucifer, Fallen Angel, Prince of Darkness, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell, Lord of the Flies, Father of Lies, Apostate Supreme, Tempter of Mankind, Old Serpent, Prince of This World, Seducer, Accuser, Tormentor, Blasphemer, and without doubt Best Fuck in the Seen and Unseen Universe (ask Eve, that minx) have decided - oo-lala! - to tell all.

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You're worried about going to Hell. Don't be. I've made some changes down there. All that fire and brimstone, all that agony? History. No point. Plus, my fuel bills... I'm kidding. But seriously, can you give me one good reason why I should waste my time making my guests suffer? This whole... this whole line about me making souls suffer - it's so stupid.
My feeling is, hey, mi casa su casa. As long as you're not with the Old Man upstairs, my job's done. There's no reason we shouldn't be civilised about it. No reason we shouldn't be comfortable.
No one gets it. Which do you think would annoy Him more? Souls in Hell suffering and wishing they'd be Good? Or souls in Hell partying and thinking, "Thank fuck I didn't bother with all that morally sound behaviour crap?" You see the logic, surely.

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"I know this is going to be a stretch for you, but I might as well come right out and say it: I don't like evil. It hurts. It absolutely kills if you really want the truth.
Evil gives me pain. Pain.
"Your thinkers wrestle with this notion of pure evil or, as they're so fond of calling it, evil for its own sake. All evil is motivated - even mine. The torturer, the tyrany, the murderer, the consummate fabricator of fibs - they're all doing it for something, even if all they're doing it for is pleasure.
"What pains the Old Boy most is not that I do evil, but that I do what causes me excruciating pain. What pains him is that even perpetual and excruciating pain is a price worth paying for disentangling myself from Him. That's the crux of it. That's what He can't stand.
"Doesn't matter that I felt lousy. Doesn't matter that I realised I might have been a tad hasty. Doesn't matter that I would have been willing (we all would) to turn over a new leaf. Doesn't matter. You're an angel, you fall, you don't rise again, the end."

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Crazily enriching book.

'Lucifer is charming and sexy and very very funny. Glen Duncan knows way too much and says it far too well. I fear for his soul' Stella Duffy

Saturday, March 03, 2007

back to poem writing

behind that face
hid all the sorrow in the world;
the brave front,
the strongest barrier to the outside world,
fighting the inert pain.

release the dam of tears unto my shoulder,
let me share that burden
for we are not alone
in this cruel fucked up world.

hiding it,
gives people,
of infinite insensitivity,
the excuse to tear away mercilously
unto those lids and scratch your heart.
till you feel the tension
from both inside and outside
killing you softly
peeling you cruelly
tearing your heart apart
into the deepest of depressions
the endless bank of sorrows
the tragedy.

let me bleed for you
im waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
ill be all right when my hands get warm.
then we wont have to feel the coldness
ever again.

so we got back our results today.
as usual there was a spectrum of feelings,
fear, nonchalance, confidence
depression, joy, content

mixed feelings, indeed

should've felt really happy
but not when so many buddies tried so much harder
and failed expectations

for those who did do well
and failed to contain their joy
i guess its good for you
you got what you deserved

for those who were content
good for you
you got what you deserved

for those who did not achieve their aims
life goes on
learn from the experience
what went wrong
lets move on together
its gonna be alright

the sudden emotion...
gushing,
too fast, too furious,
taking all by surprise
and when it stopped,
there revealed the smallest of wounds
but the most festering of all
one of the heart.
it was as if in the mind itself
a storm of the strongest winds
and the tallest of waves
with the blackest night
threatened to devour the soul itself.
Fight it.

Monday, February 26, 2007

i've finally found a description for my job
its like a marathon
a race to get as many survey/renewals as possible
but its not a sudden burst
nor a long sprint
but a rather gradual yet intense stretch
which can kill the weakest of endurers.

Roar, hunger please strike me

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