Thursday, August 18, 2005
4:15 PM
My Paradigm
So low morale now.. Need an AAR in my lifestyle now. Cos everything's crashing down on me.
Dear dal and i are having a hard time, but hope we can get back together. I still love u dear. Also hope that Jen, alex and Dal can bring their friendship up to what it used to be again. I better better not say much. Words tend to thread on a thin line lately. Cos, we r so uptight now, emotions' overflowing at its brink. Also, though less importantly, my tests are r flunking.
No one knows me... i stand alone with my idealogies and thinking. My character. Being my own messiah, my own Satan, my own Lucifer, my own Belial, my own Leviathan. In short, being the deciding veto factor of my own life, being and existence, i am hence reminded that i stand alone. My hate's a prism, reflecting within my very soul. Cold is my heart, untold is my pain. Dal can help me with this sorrow though, thanks for your time these few days.
Now back to my business of sniggering at people. I have lessons at 8 some days. I live in woodlands. Going to dover is so much fun, waking up at six to shower b4 rushing out. I love it. I enjoy not having enough sleep. I think it challenges my mind to survive on minimal amount of sleep. It gives me a chance to revive my memories of army, how i survived with less than ample sleep.
This joyful experience of not having enough sleep is an occasion worth celebrating already. So, to share my joy, lots of commuters in mrt are trying to chip in and increase my enjoyment. They decided to share something personal with me. Dun let your minds wonder. They did not share their wives with me. Its something more personal.
Its their body odour. i appreciate it. i like the way they hold on to the top handrails, and positioning their armpits in front of my nose. i love it. Even better are those who wear singlets. Wow, the sea weed dangling from their armpits kind of remind u of noodles i had for breakfast. yummy. So kind of them. So nice of them to for-go their morning bath, so that i can get my daily dosage of aroma-theraphy. Think it shakes me awake. Also, it helps curb my appetite, cos eating makes u too lazy to concentrate in class. I love it. Try being 1.73m in height and u will realise that u r kind of able to get your vitamins A-Z supply from Mrt commuters' armpits. Thanks god, for the height. I love it.
Equalling enticing is the abstract art that our dear fellow commuters entertain u with. Their hairstyle. Thanks, artists. I love the way u roll your nut-head on the pillow through the night, and without combing it, u try to go with nature and travel in MRTs with your natural hairstyle. Cool, this is really cool. I love it. Even more wonderful is the way u put your smelly, (oops, sorry, i mean artistic) heads by my nose. Wah, what an enjoyment. The natural smell of dandruff and hair lices.
In celebrating of 40 yrs of our sunny island singapore, i am pleased to see that singaporeans have gone a long way in sports improvement. Look at the way, singaporeans, regardless of race, language or religion, gender or built, pit their skills against one another. When the train doors open, i am hopeful for our national rugby team. See the way they push for space. Even the all-blacks will get blue-blacks. And look at the way they shield u from overtaking them. it tells me that given a soccerball to dribble, even AC Milan's maldini will not no chance to snatch it. Wow, impressive. They may even have hidden talents in martial arts.
Wow, Singaporeans. Proud to be one of you. These absolutely delightful displays of gracefulness are only an example. U dun have to take mrt trains to experience these joys. There r easily another 101 ways to get these highs. Wow, i love it.
