we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
9:44 PM
An Open Letter
a reflection of a nasty night atop a cruise deck. and by this, it is not my intent to create tension between the species of dove, fish, women and men. nor is it my intent to create a fiery debate whether all SMU students with dicks are too horny for their own good. it is merely an open letter to a dear friend which illustrates my very split personality.
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my dear dove-killer =)
seemed like you had a near escapade. maybe its retribution for killing so many doves, particularly one of them who has been repeatedly maimed by you, now that it has two less ligaments.
and like how i've told our fellow creature in the lucky waters, the one who has a very shiny forehead. and that, creatures with two heads cannot be trusted.
take the chimera as an example. the greek hero managed to kill it because its heads were quarelling with each other. and thats cos two heads have two brains and emotion often supercedes rationale.
chimeras aside. there is a more evil thing called men. because they too have two heads. and strangely, the smaller head is more potent.
once again, like i've revealed to our luo han friend, men only yearn two things above all. sex and money.
but look here. there is a greater majority of men who pay for sex. than men who use sex to earn money.
so there, there is a hypothesis that out of these two elements, sex supercedes money.
i tell you now, because you should be weary. going up on an open deck in the middle of the night is asking for it okays! don't be a cock. =) I'm the cockster remember, leave cock events to me.
cheers,
your friendly friend
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dear ******,
i've heard about the tale of the cruise from jared and kaiyi. I hope you are fine. it must have been quite an ordeal, especially for you =) and i'll keep you in my prayers.
regards,
your holy friend
Ask, and it shall be given you; Seek, and ye shall find; Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
- Matthew 7:7
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dear stupid girl!
bloody hell.
who dares bully you. i shall go and garner ah ler to rationalise things with him so he will be distracted then ask ah tai to go and cut off his weenie.
will also task ah nai to congregate the soccer guys (all those who liked, like, liking, will like you) - that means all lah. and seek sponsorship from the sports council to fly to scandinavia and kick whats left of his weenie after ah tai personally dices it up.
i've also checked out with the SMU side, he's no legend. not at all like the arrow that points on my shirt. so leave it to ah josh and myself at basketball IVP next season when we play SMU. will confirm let his face eat my elbow.
oui. even your holy friend quotes Matthew stating that Knock, and it shall be opened unto you - i'd knock his head and it shall be uponed unto me. confirmed.
plus chop.
for my dear friend,
your angry friend
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and amidst my very split personality, i wonder which of these will surface in the days to come.
perhaps all three. i think i will smile a friendly smile, direct a targeted elbow, and pray for forgiveness.
the voices in my head-
Sunday, April 27, 2008
9:55 PM
On Facebook and Threesome
long sleeves with short pants, when its mostly short sleeves with long pants. glitter on a cheap car, when its mostly on cars worth the glitter. and of the 1509721982 times i was asked to put on contact lenses, i had fervently turned it down 1509721981 times.
i am quite a non-conformist.
but no more. i switched from icq 46472685 to msn laiwaikit@yahoo.com when university commenced. everyone seemed to believe meetings over the internet would be deemed more effective. till this day, i know not why.
and yesterday! i switched from friendster to facebook. so says a friend, there are simply too many things i am missing. on a personal note, i still cannot fanthom the thought of myself bent over, poking and superpoking, biting and superbiting, vampiring and zombieing. but we shall see. shan't we.
do me the favour. add me - wouldyouliketogooutwithme@yahoo.com
and on another subject, it must have been the exam stress, but i had the most wonderful insight on fetishes two days ago.
i had revealed, quite happily, that my fetish would be to have a threesome.
my girl revealed, unfortunately sadly. that hers was to make out with a lesbian.
we scanned most possibilities, and it was starkingly surprising to find somewhat a theory of homogeneous fetishes - and in that wonderfully self-defined term, it loosely means to create a scenario that complements both fetishes that would otherwise be unthinkable in its sole occurance.
a bisexual lesbian, anyone.
and i realised its quite like a short waikit. bloody oxymoron, till i get to texas.
disclaimer:
by till i get to texas, it means that short waikit remains as an oxymoron till texas where i would be amongst taller beings.
till i get to texas does not, should not, would not, must not. have any connotation to the topic of fetish. amen.
the voices in my head-
Friday, April 25, 2008
11:43 AM
Halves
at least half a president's scholar. i would bet my head on it. two heads if i must.
if only i had studied half as hard as i am now.
the voices in my head-
Sunday, April 20, 2008
9:09 PM
mr neo snowman who so very kindly helped me out with L'Oreal Brandstorm, had a little hanging out after our tour around the store for a couple hours.
and our conversation turned to, my dark secrets.
i paused.
not fear for myself, strangely. but because i had realised it would implicate so so many. all the little rich famous successful socialites of tomorrow.
and i paused further. because it was a strange concoction of emotions.
on one end it tingled. the feel of all so powerful and almighty, even somewhat omnipotent. the invisible web and bridge amongst power and money.
on another end, i felt uncharacteristically like a follower, living as another. living for another.
aptly put, a secretary getting by on blowjobs.
the voices in my head-
Thursday, April 10, 2008
10:06 AM
Chicago
i've been watching the dvd series of chicago bulls. and i realised, there is quite a bit more to basketball than elbows and a quick temper. often dismissively repudiated for passion.
i changed the way i played on sunday. got shoved around. a 10cm long gash on my right forearm. but happy. and admist panoramic tranquility, i finally understand why basketball is beyond a man's game, but a team sport.
the change. its a plunge. but over and beyond will rise something else. something else i know not, yet.
the voices in my head-
Monday, April 07, 2008
4:52 PM
Same Same But Different
i eschew topics of such sensitivity on most days when i wake with my dick to the right. politics. religion. even as i boil in anger, i would usually hurl insults to the other party with a rose petal and a lemon twist. probably hypocrisy. possibly cowardice.
but it struck me a while ago, that i can no longer deny vehemently that i am "getting used to my religion". there is more to religion than a blind faith - and in that, i was admittedly naive to propose similarities in all beliefs. pray tell why so, simply because they preached for an individual to become a better man.
and i was happy on that cognition. for all religions were the same, and God would judge one on the earthly deeds from the gates of heaven. religion was merely a catalyst and tool, to serve as the guidelines on which earthly deed to partake to get to heaven.
i was wrong now, and i see it quite plainly. religions are not the same, just as political systems are not.
true enough, one might argue even a dictatorship might prove more effective for a certain country than democracy, and yes. all political systems point in the general direction of serving the people. and its the purpose that matters, is it not.
so as mathematical logic would define it, each religion would serve the similar purpose.
but no. a dictator could have been mr obsessive compulsive and believes in his own right that a monarchy would serve its people best. but in his ethnological sense, he will fail. so as financial logic would define it, this failure of ethnology is spread across a portfolio of dictators, hence the emergence of democracy.
so yes, all political systems might place the people before all others. but no, they ain't the same.
and so yes, all religions might serve the better purpose of change. but no, they ain't the same.
and of which religion indoctrinates the truth, i know. but if you would have me tell you, i wouldn't do. because like love. like hope. like faith. you just know.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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