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drinking is alot like seeing a psychiatrist. first it costs you a bomb, then it leaves you wondering what’s wrong with yourself and finally you say things you would otherwise never tell a soul about to strangers.
so the truth is out, we all humans both men and women are just sluts looking for some cheap thrill. however that would be plain blatant in our hypocritical society. thus the birth of alcohol. the mother of all excuses. the mother of all conveniences, its so convenient its more convenient than your convenient stall(try saying this sentence really fast 10 times). the achievements of it that can never be undermined. getting poeple laid for centuries and allowing best friends who share a purely platonic relationship (yeah right) to hump each other.
poeple drink alcohol for many different reasons. of which i think the most alluring is the empowerment it offers. like the savage garden song goes “after drinking some wine, i am anyone i am anything i wanna be, i could be a cape crusader a space invader and you wouldn’t know the difference.” okay so the lyrics are something along that line and most people end up acting like paralympic hopefuls or paris hilton. but seriously it does remove all if not most of the social inhibitions that have been wired into our brains through our years of schooling and admonition from over-controlling parents. just the feeling of being able to do anything even if you don’t actually do it is satisfying enough for most already. and even if you do wake up naked next to your best friend, all you have to say is “well, i was drunk”.
so you see its alot like therapy. you come to terms with your true human emotions and lusts, you get in touch with your repressed unconciousness and let it act out in a act of reprisal against your normally consequence-aware conciousness and feel better at the end of it all without having actually done anything constructive. so next time you need some help coming to terms with troubles in life and stubbornly refuse to be miserable about it or need to do impulsive things like smoking your first stick, head down to the convenient store downstairs conveniently. fuck fear, drink beer.
today i did something i haven’t done since i ORDed. wake up at unholy hours. like 5:50am. and i did that not for money or to work or any other profit/benefit-generating activity. i woke up at such unholy just so i could torture myself by going to east coast and swim 1.5k and run 10k. thats singapore biathlon for you.
this being my first biathlon, i can say it is a truly rewarding experience. the kinda i-don’t-know-why-i-paid-money-to-do-this-but-what-the-hell feeling. its good. especially doing it with a bunch of great friends. getting elbowed, kicked, kneed and straddled on in the water and ending up swallowing mouthfuls of sea water. elbowing, kicking, kneeing other participants in the water and making them drink sea water as well. when you hit the shore and the crowd around is just cheering all participants on, its amazing because the hypoxia from the swim and the focus on just getting on with the run just drowns them all out and i’m not kidding, everything’s sorta a little slow motion. the run was quite tiring and toturous oweing to the lack of running during training.
definintely looking towards next year’s biathlon.
the best way to swim is to swim just like a fish. DUH. easier said than done. everytime you jump into the pool and sea, it should be ru yu de shui, like fish get water. easy and relaxing. not difficult and tense.
what if someone told you everything you thought made you swim faster was actually slowing you down and everything you thought was slowing you down, if done correctly, is actually what propels you faster through the water?
what if someone told you everything you believed in was actually nothing more than a page from a fairy tale and everything you stubbornly refused to accept was in fact the truth of a harsh and crude reality?
what if?
as an old saying goes “a wise man changes his mind, a fool never”. never say never.
drove down to AJC today for the interview to do Chemistry relief teaching. it wasn’t an interview because neither was the HOD of science nor the science head prepared. seems to me taiji is not just a sacred art practised more commonly in civil service but in many other disciplines as well. HOD science taiji to Chemistry head taiji back to HOD science taiji to level head. their reason for not accepting my application was because i did not do SPA before. which they should have already known knowing i took the A’s in 2004 and could have saved me the trouble of going down only to be disappointed later. they didn’t even call me to reject, just a lousy sms. win already lor.
since receving my dearest pink IC slightly more than a month ago, i have been unemployed. just couldn’t settle myself down for a job, tried some hated them. either too slut to accept a job with low pay long working hours or didn’t like the working style there. keep wanting to do something big, achieve something, make some big money from now till august. just somehow the mind is willing but the flesh is weak. can’t explain this very undecided feeling. sucks. it isn’t me. at least what i think isn’t me.
very convenient to blame it on NS, well afterall 1 year 10 months of effectively writing nothing else more than you rank, name and IC, having no autonomy whatsoever over your actions and just following instructions and thinking of nothing else more than when does the pay come, how many days more to ORD and how to get things over and done with does dull your mind. a little. but thats an excuse.
also had my car windscreen wipers changed today. before they were changed, visibility was somehow better without wiping off the rain drops than wiping them off. at least in slight drizzle that is. at least now passengers feel safer in my speedometer-less and airbag-less car knowing the windscreen wipers are good. i asked the mechanic how my dad managed to pass the VICOM test without a speedo and he reassuringly said they don’t check the dashboard meters. so now we know.
today i logged into friendster and saw a new bulletin posted by one of my friends. the title of the post was nothing less than attention grabbing.
“a girl raped in PJC”
so i opened it and found it to be a christian chain mail asking poeple to post it on their bulletins and changing the school part to whatever school they were in. the extend of which modern christians have to go to spread the faith. cool man! fucking well done!
i think i will start a chainmail like this:
“you will find your true love and strike lottery if you call 1900-112-6868 10 times now and forward this in your bulletin as “whooo britney & k fed porn vid!”, or else you will be haunted every night for the rest of your selfish life by angry ghosts of dead old man/women who died cause you didn’t donate and are pissed cause they died thinking they would go to heaven and realized it was just a load of bullshit.”
save channel 8/channel u celebs from their pseudo-charity antics. and chainmail at the same time. cool man.
its amazing what a show can do to you. inspires, emotes and humbles. its true that poeple will tell you things you cannot do because they themselves couldn’t do it. everyone tries to justify their own failure.
is being humble being hypocritical? below is a ficticious conversation between A (elite JC student) and B (main stream Poly student).
B: wha! pro sia! straight A’s leh
A: ai yah no la. JC students know how to study only. not like poly, hands-on and street smart. put me on the streets now i sure die one.
anyway, the feeling of falling in love is amazing. not that i have it now. how i wished i did. that lingering tingling sour sensation. irrational and stupid love. love and lust are so different yet so alike at least for certain poeple. lust is cheap skate, so easily replicable. falling in love, on the other hand, certainly comes just slightly more often than a shooting star. certainly, my night sky line hasn’t lighted up for a very long time already.
since it last did 3 years ago.
