this week, im gg to relearn what it is to stay in. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:03 PM |
beer in camp from specialists' mess is only $1.20 per 330 ml tiger beer can.
good stuff. compare with 12 bucks a pint at pubs.
not good stuff for a alcohol gugujiao like me.
yeah i know drink in camp is rather pigu cos no girls at all.
but well the fact being me having no girls is validity in itself to drink up isnt it hahahaahahha
| Thoughts Became Words At 7:34 PM |
I think a lot. sometimes, there is a nudging pang in me, hinting to me that maybe, just perhaps, i am indeed thinking too much.
yes, upon hearing that blasphemous utterance, fanatical proponents of some revolutionary secret Descratesian movement would exclaim aloud in overpowering disbelief and vilifying vitriol, while emphasizing again the infallible, metaphysical rule that is "I think, therefore I am", so concomitant with the development of the human soul. Without processing the continuous intake of sensory input, one would be a sorry excuse of a human, some ersatz being of intelligence in some eternal state of the sedate.
yet i imperil myself by saying again that perhaps I am thinking too much. so many trains of thought are running, that Paul Theoreoux would throw away his Riding the Iron Rooster away in hapless surrender, for fear of widespread avian flu. i believe the subways and Tubes and Metros (Isetans) of the world are but a monomer in the gargantuan polymeric subway map of my mind.
it may be subconscious pride that I am declaring myself a Thinker, but please be safely assured that it is never on the turf of my conscious mind. indeed, it was great hubris that was the iconic trademark of tragic Greek heroes, the heights that enabled the falls, the flights that burned the wings, the smelly feet that had those vulnerable Heels.
on the ironic contrary, I am, as seen at the start of this pompous, self-satisfying masturbatory discourse, that I am actually quite ashamed and disgusted by this fact. one should not think so much. i think that (cheebye) there is power in the unthinking instinct, the inbuilt ability of the mind to choose the correct choice at the right time. the mindless, raging bull that destroys all the jade chopsticks and Tang Dynasty plates and condemned, recalled, poisonous Mattel plastic toys in a china shop (complete with cheap labor toiling at Nike shoes) is actually correct in its unthinking, the lack of Thinking Caps upon its head. Edward de Bono be damned, the bull is doing what is stereotypically expected of its species; it is achieving its preset goal. that is one characteristic of Highly Successful People/Animals. if it thought, it would have hesitated, and the china shop owners would have set their knives upon it, with some diluted oxtail soup with suspect additives as a result.
thus, as belonging to a masculine branch of human beings, we must follow whatever is expected of us. alas, heed the Neanderthal in all our us, follow the inner Top Dog, become the Alpha Male, be the grunting unthinking caveman bringing back Flame grilled Medium Rare Ribeye Steak of Sabre-toothed Tiger.
indeed, perhaps the above is just a rather extended and lengthy inquiry about my own sexual tendencies, for in the guilty sinful indulgence of excessive thinking, I have fallen from grace, becoming an outcast of the Masculine gender, some LiangShanBo heretic who is not male enough, some gay, tight clothing-donning Lucifer Morningstar walking with protruding buttocks and a dangling hand upon a loose feeble wrist
in conclusion,
I AM GAY
| Thoughts Became Words At 9:16 PM |
update update.
yesterday was my first ever true supernatural encounter. yeah i might have told some of you how i heard chinese opera music at 2am in tekong, but thats hear only so not so exciting.
yesterday was staying in and sleeping in camp. slept early at 9pm, was thinking haha can sleep from 9pm to 7am is damn song. then at about 1.30am i awoke suddenly for no reason, and was rather quite awake. like suddenly from sleeping mode to awake mode, with not much transition. like change gear from 1 immediately to 4.
then i tried to get up (dunno why i wanted to), but found i could not. i know normally when ppl get ya1 they will see some black shit on their chest and really feeling some pressure upon them. but maybe mine special. its just like my limbs have lost the ability and strength to get myself up. i could only manage some gay half sit-up position that ppl normally hold it there to train abs.
so i struggled there for damn long. but not really scared for some reason. quite hard to breathe too. so i just spasmed there scolding wad the fuck cheebye in my head for some time. finally the thing was gone, and i finally got up with sudden ease.
exciting right. better still, before this one of my friends slept the same spot, and experienced the exact same thing of getting ya1-ed. exactly same, complete with unexplained weakness of limbs and not seeing any black thing.
well, my dad was luckier, he had this thing complete with black thing on his chest when we were staying in some old hotel in taiwan.
now after some time since this event thing, the more i think about it, the more hum i get. could have died in my attempts to get up by dying due to lack of air or something. exciting sias.
anw today when gg home was told to get out at tampines mrt and was told no more service to pasir ris. seems like someone committed suicide at tampines mrt. not bad sias. now little rgs girls and emo boys with long fringes wont have to slice their wrist and carve Life is Pain on their arms with penknives anymore. just follow the hype and jump at mrt stations. not bad sias.
| Thoughts Became Words At 11:25 PM |
