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Tuesday, January 29, 2008
2:02 PM

Focus

i have a tendency to want more. to prove i am better. to attest i achieving more.

and this semester i scratch my head long and hard (and by such provocative qualifiers, i mean the head atop my neck), because my life is just too normal.

my cute tuition kids. my darling siew mai. even the athletic basketball has had seasons wrapped up by end january, both varsity and hall. i had also lugged the last few streamers off my hall room and officially moved out, at the same time refusing to apply for anything above 512kbs of internet access at home so i can't stroke my dearest netherdrake when i'm bored.

seven modules and counting. i am now a holy nerd.

the voices in my head-

Sunday, January 27, 2008
11:58 PM

On Mothers

i believe there is a misconception in this world, that most self-assuming people tend to believe that they have the right to do anything, just as long they are acting for the goodness of others.

more often. i get quite mad.

the voices in my head-

Monday, January 21, 2008
4:20 PM

Space and Hyphen

character over personality.
personality over looks.

i often, overlook.

the voices in my head-

Sunday, January 13, 2008
9:18 PM

Repaid

it is no wonder they say, you fight at war for the man to your left and to your right. yet after the blood shed and the tears spilled, one country mourns in silence while another celebrates in unison.

the crowd of Sheares Hall came in spirit yesterday. and hail the hall or hell, it was a different crawl beneath their arms from the Sheares of last year's as they formed two lines in honour of our victory.

post of 23rd Jan 2007 i tell you, grasped dearly in faith and hope.

and when that final whistle is blown, something ached within. two ligaments in absence, i know it could most possibly be the last of matches. it is probably a time to search for something else to play for. to live for. to love.

it is no wonder, that i played the finals for the captain who was and the captain who is. yet after the blood shed and the tears spilled, one hall mourns in silence while another celebrates in unison.

46-36.
one year hadn't been too long. i have, duly repaid my debt.

the voices in my head-

Tuesday, January 08, 2008
9:31 PM

I-Really Irony

i tell you today, but only three others will believe me. that i can walk into the bank and rob the teller of her panties and she will open the door for me in exit, a smile on her face.

it only takes time. patience. and meticulous planning.

humour brings insight and tolerance. irony brings a deeper and less friendly understanding. i wore a heavy suit, pink shirt topped with a silver tie, and orchestrated a performance today.
in honey aloe vera and humourous irony.

the voices in my head-

Tuesday, January 01, 2008
11:07 PM

483

there is nothing more satisfying than to address the other party "ma'am" in utmost courtesy while flashing a grin so toothy she might spy a strand of vegetable off my wisdom.

and just stand there, see the irony of the situation consume her alive. while her voice shrills into a nauseating high pitch, sunglasses nearly tipping off her oily nose.

but still, don't give in. assiduities of the highest order. extend one's hand to wish her happy new year, and smile more when she swipes your hand away.

i love playing with bitches like that. especially 40 year old bitches who think they own the road because they drive a flamboyant 3-digit jaguar off the 6th avenue.
don't give me the middle finger on the road. happy new year to all.

p.s
the car plate in the picture has been censored to protect the identity of the owner and car featured in this story.

the voices in my head-