For once, I miss times during BMT

Because then I still have a fighting chance; and in 8 hours, all that might turn to dust.

十二日

今天，是没能见到绑着马尾的她，的头一日。

有着些许的不舍。

The Last Waltz

It may have come four months too late, or because this song evokes memories of you, but we should have a last waltz. Figuratively, because I am terrible at dancing.

Prelude

To start off one of possibly many posts with regards to the upcoming Presidential Election, why in the world is Nicole Seah of the National Solidarity Party (NSP) canvassing for votes with Tan Jee Say, candidate of the 2011 Presidential Election and former member of the Singapore Democratic Party (SDP)?

It seems to me that her political involvement has little to do with the well-being and concerns of the people of Singapore, but rather to do with the sole purpose of opposing the ruling party regardless of the movements and policies on every platform.

Getting out of path too fast, too short-sighted.

Delusion

I think when you can change the way people think about you through the way you write, you’ve advanced to another stage where you can write better than what is a monkey portraying its thoughts through garbage presentation.

Father’s Day

To commemorate the supposedly joyous occasion, I am turning in earlier to avoid more interactions with my father, which would make me scorn him even more.

And that is my good deed for the day.

以前的以后

走进了这城市好多感动

看见了旧回忆开始转动

以前的我们一起走过一起自由自在

纯真平凡的生活

让我们在一次回到过去

真心体验那最初的感动

让我们回到以前的以后

长大后想做什么

Just a thought

Browsing through the blog of an old and admirable friend, I find that I’m almost always too critical of things; people and thoughts alike. Delusional too, if I may. His writings somehow makes me want to loosen up, let things go, and simply care less.

My brain is starting to mess up, if not already. My crippled writings has pretty much worsen, evident by the showcase of broken thoughts, short sentences and halts. Losing interest in the computer has never happened to me, but it does now. And no, books can’t help either, and being myself, I know reading is the other reason that I still care about anything.

Brevity is the soul of wit. I guess I am close to the former, but already, I’ve lost my wit.

Rise of the machines

The computer has made me lost two of my most important skills: concentrating and reading. I guess being in prison would probably effectively increase my mastery in the two above-mentioned skills.

Oh, another one to add to the list.

The social whore

You have the conventional whore, where she sleeps with everyone and sometimes maybe you, usually in exchange for money or pricey items. Or that she could be a nymphomaniac; you get the idea.

And so, we proceed on to the social whore. As the term suggests, a social whore is someone who is friends to everyone albeit not being really close to them. And easily befriends others. Which gives an impression of her having a lot of friends, but nothing of real significance. Although they won’t have sex with multiple people, it is just as dirty to me; it’s like having everyone to leave a stain on you and going off thereafter.

I’ve seen my fair share of social whores during my 3-year stint as a student at a local polytechnic and they are indeed, a sight to behold. There are five big tables in a typical classroom, and so these social whores would be flitting about the whole time, making a point that they are fun and friendly to just about anyone in the class. Of course they are good to have to lighten up the atmosphere but I generally pay no attention to them unless I am inclined to copulate with them or that they are pleasant to the eyes.

The increasing competitiveness at work and study has brought to the rise of the social whores, where the ones who bares it all reap fame, wealth and recognition that the world has to offer. Not that I mind though, as the warmth of their breath stirs my beast alive.