-EC1301 Introduction To Principles of Economics with FISTS and KOKO NUCKS.-

okaye. so it was mine and theengineboy's first tutorial together in EC1301 ,with a young hot vietnamese research student-teacher who cant pronounce for NUCKS (nuts!) .

With all the random characters in the class, theengineboy and i couldnt help but be alittle distracted and bemused.

so anyway, being the mugger that i am now, with me finishing 48 pgs of stats reading, i find myself at the simpsons website.

look! it's myengineboy,me and the akuma ( from ec1301) SIMPSONSFIED!!!!

myboyinhishandsomeredskinnies, and i. ( we are the town-whores.)



its from akuma from ec1301 here looking for crusoe,and friday to catch fists and kokonucks!

- superficiality,beauty and let's pucker our lips!-

Just what is beauty?Is beauty in its most superficial form layered with the most expensive make up on your skin?

Increasingly our society develops this platonist view on beauty, where beauty has to take a certain form, and how it has clear defined criterions to what beauty encompasses . any deviation from that criterion will thus render a object as invalid and unacceptable.

Then, it also believes in the functionality as a basis in defining beauty, any entity that fails to perform its role in the society becomes irrelevant and inessential. but surely, there are beauty in all the differing shades and hues of grey of our individuality ? Is it not up to each and every one of us to be discerning enough to accept these differences and appreciate it?

we judge - to protect our beliefs and values. we judge - to affirm our social standing. we judge-to bolster our own personal insecurities. we judge - to define the acceptable norms ;to draw divides between the blacks and whites of a societal culture and its values.

we judge - because we are afraid of being wrong.


on a slightly lighter note,
a domestic mishap with the clothes rail earlier on almost rendered me a juicy meat pulp, bloodily,washed away by the rain. this misadventure left me alittle shaken and my transformers cellphone broken . :__c(

nonetheless,it amuses me how thefolks and the boy were digging at me for it (me being almost dead). it's no biggie but i think i am thankful that i am still right here and i have got them.

-Ripley's STUPID BEYOND BELIEF-


wtf?!? 1:
shoutout :"[In Singapore] 70% chiobu stead wif ugly guys, 20% stead wif yandao, 5% became les, last 5% wif malays or indians."

wtf?!? 2:
msg : "arloo...ermmm...may i get to noe uu marh??hope u may reply ^^"



WHAT THE FUCK WRONG IS WITH THESE PEOPLE.

New order of yesterday,today and tomorrow: PLEASE SPELL AND SPEAK PROPERLY, BEFORE EVEN TRYING TO PICK UP GIRLS.
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if these boys are going to be soldiers of Singapore Armed Forces, i think they are better off,as live shooting targets.seriously.

- i am yours. -

Life has been alittle s-l-o-w.
Well, slow in a good sense,since i feel a little more alive of late, a little more absorbed in each and every pace along this road - life.

the estate chocked full of self deprecation antiquities and fallen romances, and juvenile angst is now ,at last, in abeyance.

Perhaps, it's the realisation of how little control, man has over his life,(which suffuses into your mind with time,coupled with only more hard knocks),that you see letting go is really a lot easier than before. Perhaps it's also , after a while, the mind goes weary and the body resigns,and you stop trying. You. just simply stop. trying to control anything at all and everything that's really not within your control.

It's funny, how often in the midst of our social relationships with anyone at all, we are so caught up second guessing each other, so overwhelmed with everyone protecting themselves against others,that we forget about being ourselves.We let pride , fear and our insecurites get the better of us. We forget that we are really alot more than what we think of ourselves. We let the society, or even the community become the valuers of our self worth,they attach that tag ,which we become slaves for. Slaves for, but self affirmation and acceptance.

It's only when i gave it all up, that i realised , i see so much more. Only, when i stop trying to care, that i start to care, to care alot more earnestly.

Now,i live for my dreams.my books,my photography,my work.

It's only when you live for no one but yourself first. , that you can truely live for others,no?

-her mills of old re-runs-

on Vineland past the candle shrine that melts into the street design
she waits - for someone
tonight she'll give herself away
she'll break apart all by herself
its so easy how we come undone

take me over when I'm gone
take me over make me strong
take me over when I'm gone
will they burn for me?

candleburn by dishwalla.

mental note to self : she will need no one.

-tugs on the heartstrings-

because he has been sweet beyond belief,
and probably about the only one these days, who has just about no qualms,
in doing everything and anything, to have me laughing and smiling,



say 'hello' to mynewlove, myengineboy.


mhmm.
lovelove.

-a donut a day ,keeps a grouchyporker at bay.-

listening : portions of foxes - rilo kiley.

a wardrobe dysfunction.
vengence of premenstrual syndromes.
arrest of the privacy pirate , please! Jail that snooping mum!
library adventure : a dork who stands a hour to zap her notes.
drought ; a wallet high and dry.
textbooks dilemma;
20 yr old waste of spaces vs ex lovers vs lover-secticide.



if there are reasons for a smile amidst all, let it be the homecoming of bestie elthevin!!!! :cD

p.s. yy and unker yoo. friday? prata?

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And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news !!

alright, some random photo manipulation and poetry here.

:c)

-vectors 101-

with advent of smart cracks, and head full of random shite and ideas,i 've gotten a Photoshop CS3 and my first vector art creation ( and many more to come ).


Here's it. the first experimentation of its kind.

hmmm.nothing fancy.


:c)

- triple decker sandwich-

it doesnt feel like before.

it doesnt trigger temporal bouts of farcical euphoria or instances of fleeting bliss.
it doesnt seem probable of inducing any writhing,juvenile,emotional spasms for both either.

this time around, it 's more beautiful.

decked and wedged;
the conscience plays a game of strip poker.

but it sure doesnt feel like a gamble .
it doesnt feel like having a heart blinded ,and plunged into the abyss,commonly aggrandized and known as love.

this time around, it feels safe.

hardened ; but not the cynic.
to have grown, to acknowledge of what she can only see, and do, of what her senses may( have chosen?) to reign and control.
she embellishes,and cherish what's left of her, and what's entrusted in her palms.


this time round,she found.

-prelude to country's glory and exitlude to japanese buffets-

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What a beautiful collision
Things that go bump in the night
With such beautiful precision
Fate could create you and I ..

you//myblindingromance.

jajabinks reading.

it's another one of our sleepovers.
and did i mention, i havent stopped seeing these people every single day (almost) for a month now.

is this madness or what. :c)

now listening : corrine may- scars.

10 pm on a saturday and i am sitting in the veranda, with these frenzied fingers tapping on the keyboard.it's quaint, really,to enjoy the stillness of the night while watching joel and leene thrashing about in lionel's room and watching mabel running around in the garden.

( mabel's lionel's family pet, a huge golden retriever, which i dont know why, isnt a very smart dog.but nonetheless, its stupidity has gotten him extra treats from the family and neighbours.and strangers?)

i feel somewhat boxed in, away from this world with this relative difference in NOISE and SIGHT.

the days have been good. i am more at peace with myself than ever.

Maybe it's because, at last, i have the time, and perhaps emotional capacity, to take a step back, to take a breather to look at things alittle longer, to circumspect on issues around me.

Then, maybe, it's because of Andrew, who was really nice to bring me to Corrine May's concert.It's an aural gratification, especially ,after how my ears have been drowning themselves in their somewhat alternative taste in the various genre of music.

There are music ,which sends you into your bouts of friday night melancholy and nostalgia, and there are those ,like a shot of whiskey in the embittered nights,leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy.Of course, there are those like the zest in your lemon merangue pie, that leaves a sweet aftertaste and a twinkle of joy and hope in your soul.

i reckon, Corrine may's, racheal yamagata's, and bic runga 's songs of which, are of the latter, warm ,fuzzy and hopeful.

well, maybe, i have grown out of that angsty rock. or maybe, i am sick of feeling jaded.maybe it's time to have you stop haunting me.

Then, maybe , it gotta be the midnight interllectual and palate treat at Coffee club with ethan. The night of indulgence with our sinful Muddy mudpie. Nothing fancy, but the light ,casual conversation with our occasional dash of realism,childhood angst and, the almost non existant crowd and smokers in a nook off holland village has rendered us happy people. yes, that very random,midnight tolietries shopping too, with his purchase of orange flavoured kodomo lion toothpaste.

well, it also gotta be me being still able to fit into a size 23 waisted pants, with my gargartuan appetite. seriously, you gotta be eating like how i am doing, to wonder why i am not even tipping that scale. yet.

i am back to my reading. i have been reading quite a bit. Mum tells me, that i am a really vivacious person and how it isnt good, since everything ought to be done in moderation. It's how i will totally lose myself in my reading, shutting everything and everyone out of the world when i am at it. It's how i will eat only this particular food all the time eating nothing else but that, till i get sick of it. It's how i will put a particular song on a repeat mode.It's how i throw myself entirely into a person, till he fails me through and through,before i let go.

it has got to be with you, that i know i can smile like a little girl on a swing. again.

it's a really long post.
maybe, because it's a while, since i blogged ,as me.

- baybeats '07!-


YAY. IAIN THAM ( THE FIREFIGHT) IS PERFORMING AT ESPLANADE ON 4 AUG 8.30PM.


can i say, aural and visual orgasm starts about NOW??


WOOH.

hayden.

I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move
but I like it

and it's all because of you .

- by the 10000-s -

" i am in a bad mood."

"why?"

"you dont need reasons to be in a bad mood."

" i am happy."

"why?"

" you dont reasons to be happy. that's why.so maybe you should really just stay happy"



i am.

and.
i found a grasshopper today.
it laid on my palms, for a long while.
they say its dead.
i say, it's in repose,at peace with mistergod now.

and
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life has only just begun!

:c)

Be cool now
Quietly up and leave you
Must I be your fool and lead you
How gracious we go
Love ends in a fire
Fire through the streets
Set them alive
Don't say your goodbyes
Say after me I'll go my own way baby, yeah

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