Racking my brains to think of something to write/ Listening to avril lavigne's album Under my skin/ Flicking hardened pieces of camouflage cream and dirt and grit out from my fingernails to observe what's under my nail.
Observing the callus on my palms and ruminating about how callous i have become. I cannot help but agree that men are immensely selfish and egocentric creatures,which is so evident when everyone is shagged. I parallel N S life to ants' nests life, in which there's a fat-assed queen ant and there'll be millions of drones to stroke her ass. OOoh. Everyone's so eager to kiss ass.
I never felt like a gungho soldier ant or a bootlicking sycoph- ant. I remember in primary school, i often looked at the science textbook with disgust cos i have this tendency to empathise with insects rather than humans. There's this horrific experiment in which the woodlice are tested to see their response to light.
When the light is off, we faineants immense ourselves merry making in the caliginous moment. When the light is on, we scurry in pandemonium and appear to 'work' fast. I've chosen to be a men. I hope i dun live to regret it. I dun noe wad the future holds for me. But One thing is for sure - The lousy life of a lowly louse is there to stay.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Karma Mama.
During my primary school days, I enjoyed poking and touching those touch-me-nots mimosa plants. Witnessing the closing of their leaves brings satisfaction to me like how the hardening of nipples does to satyric men.
In NS, I learnt how to prone which involves the acts of placing one hand down and lying down almost immediately when the command is given.
That one time..in field camp. "Enemy contacted!" My hands went down. Felt a sharp pain sticking into my fingers. I bent my head down and saw my childhood playmates once again. Bloody thorns and my bloody fingers.
The revenge of the mimosas. They were waving their pink fluffy balls with sadistic glee while I was grimacing. "That's for molesting us, you sick bastard." I shuddered at the karmic power of Mother Nature. Karma Mama.
During my primary school days, I enjoyed poking and touching those touch-me-nots mimosa plants. Witnessing the closing of their leaves brings satisfaction to me like how the hardening of nipples does to satyric men.
In NS, I learnt how to prone which involves the acts of placing one hand down and lying down almost immediately when the command is given.
That one time..in field camp. "Enemy contacted!" My hands went down. Felt a sharp pain sticking into my fingers. I bent my head down and saw my childhood playmates once again. Bloody thorns and my bloody fingers.
The revenge of the mimosas. They were waving their pink fluffy balls with sadistic glee while I was grimacing. "That's for molesting us, you sick bastard." I shuddered at the karmic power of Mother Nature. Karma Mama.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Today.
I backtracked thrice today just to feast my eyes on some girls.
I used the mrt glass doors to observe girls more than 6 times today
I fast marched all the way just to stalk two rj girls.
I am a horny bastard.
Fact that i have only discovered recently - When a woman consumes about 3-5 alcoholic drinks her 'horniness' level skyrockets to about 5 times the normal level and may start showing obvious signs of it, the funny part is that when their 'horniness' level skyrockets after drinking, it reaches a man's 'horniness' level of everyday life which we have to learn to control.
I backtracked thrice today just to feast my eyes on some girls.
I used the mrt glass doors to observe girls more than 6 times today
I fast marched all the way just to stalk two rj girls.
I am a horny bastard.
Fact that i have only discovered recently - When a woman consumes about 3-5 alcoholic drinks her 'horniness' level skyrockets to about 5 times the normal level and may start showing obvious signs of it, the funny part is that when their 'horniness' level skyrockets after drinking, it reaches a man's 'horniness' level of everyday life which we have to learn to control.
Sunday, May 09, 2004
The day is Sunday. . You are being held hostage by several enemy sergeants in a military stronghold.
Misson: to make your blog entry.1 min to plan, 2 min to execute.
0530 still in camp while the entire school was m ing in the comforts of their home.
1000 book out.
1100 finally out.
1300 went to fix my screws on my fucking aching back.
2000 book in
minus eating,shitting and settling my other corporeal needs, writing damned peer and sergeants appraisals, i am left with just 2 minutes to finish this task. And i have just realised i have taken 5 mins.
Time exceeded. You are detected by enemy troops. Bang. Cut. Over.
Misson: to make your blog entry.1 min to plan, 2 min to execute.
0530 still in camp while the entire school was m ing in the comforts of their home.
1000 book out.
1100 finally out.
1300 went to fix my screws on my fucking aching back.
2000 book in
minus eating,shitting and settling my other corporeal needs, writing damned peer and sergeants appraisals, i am left with just 2 minutes to finish this task. And i have just realised i have taken 5 mins.
Time exceeded. You are detected by enemy troops. Bang. Cut. Over.
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Feasting
My gorging has become indiscriminate, ever since I entered army. Every trip back in and out from the place raises my rapacity. There is this craving to fill myself up. i dunno how to express it aptly but i surmise its like the feeling when u wan something to be shoved up the anal walls.
Went to Seoul garden with my close buddies today. Outside food has became extremely delectable. We circled the belts of restaurants like drooling bald vultures for several rounds before swooping down to seoul garden for our meal. In the evening, I went to china teahouse with my family for an a la carte gorging session. Had several opulent courses ranging from stacks of tim sums to the commonplace shark fins, abalone and friends and finished off, 3 different kinds of desserts. Prodigious!
The massive fishes my family ordered, much to the consternation of the staff, were clearly intended to feed more than our numbers. Fortunately, it was so unconscionably tasty that we picked its leviathan carcass clean of flesh using only chopsticks and an uninterrupted supply of clean plates. Having worked in the f n b industry for a while and being deprived of good food for a longer while, I was overwhelmed with gratitude as I savoured every dish. I knew the shitty feeling of standing beside the customer, acting obsequious, smiling pretentiously and the servile task of clearing the dishes. Maybe I'm a pisspoor employee that's why I worked at Edo ha.
Back at home I would be served epicurean dinners of many assorted dishes and snacks and fruits. My house's refrigerator is like a magician's closet. I can never finish the things in it. My mum will say "Winston, there's ice-cream inside!" "There's yoghurt in the lower compartment" Of course, this cornucopia doesn't come without its risks: My stomach will then begin to bulge. I spent one excruciating day trying to convince my innards not to give in but they refuse to budge. Everything looks so good, tastes so great that it's hard to resist gorging myself, health n figure be damned.
My gorging has become indiscriminate, ever since I entered army. Every trip back in and out from the place raises my rapacity. There is this craving to fill myself up. i dunno how to express it aptly but i surmise its like the feeling when u wan something to be shoved up the anal walls.
Went to Seoul garden with my close buddies today. Outside food has became extremely delectable. We circled the belts of restaurants like drooling bald vultures for several rounds before swooping down to seoul garden for our meal. In the evening, I went to china teahouse with my family for an a la carte gorging session. Had several opulent courses ranging from stacks of tim sums to the commonplace shark fins, abalone and friends and finished off, 3 different kinds of desserts. Prodigious!
The massive fishes my family ordered, much to the consternation of the staff, were clearly intended to feed more than our numbers. Fortunately, it was so unconscionably tasty that we picked its leviathan carcass clean of flesh using only chopsticks and an uninterrupted supply of clean plates. Having worked in the f n b industry for a while and being deprived of good food for a longer while, I was overwhelmed with gratitude as I savoured every dish. I knew the shitty feeling of standing beside the customer, acting obsequious, smiling pretentiously and the servile task of clearing the dishes. Maybe I'm a pisspoor employee that's why I worked at Edo ha.
Back at home I would be served epicurean dinners of many assorted dishes and snacks and fruits. My house's refrigerator is like a magician's closet. I can never finish the things in it. My mum will say "Winston, there's ice-cream inside!" "There's yoghurt in the lower compartment" Of course, this cornucopia doesn't come without its risks: My stomach will then begin to bulge. I spent one excruciating day trying to convince my innards not to give in but they refuse to budge. Everything looks so good, tastes so great that it's hard to resist gorging myself, health n figure be damned.
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