hmm. haven't updated in awhile. so how's life? it's on the up and up, i think. i don't know. in terms of certain affairs and realms of life. yeah. we'll know soon about the others in the next couple of weeks and months. pretty long time to wait, but hey. guess what. we've passed the midmark for the term! only 4 more weeks to go. to a nice long June break.

anyway, time for some faux philosophising. wait. actually it isn't if you think about it. order in chaos, and chaos in order. all my life, i've been living out this paradigm of paradoxes. paradigm. i like the sound of that word. like paragon. but paragon sucks. i don't like that place. paradigm. the "dime" sound. it's not like it should be read out, like "dig'em" ok what was the whole point of that? but really, been feeling the effects of part (b) answer to question #239 of the mysteries of life. but i suppose it's correct chronologically, you know? like part (a) was for the last 3 years. and now the waves have stopped crashing, the wind has stopped howling. they teeter down to ripples. and then almost a complete standstill. but it's like a volcano. looking all smooth and nice from the top. but down beneath the earth something terrible is happening.

am rather happy with the long-awaited start to the much-procrastinated regimented routine that was required for such a long time. i mean, perhaps it's a bit too late but better late than never. i wouldn't be facing some emotional turmoil now if it were only for that. oh well. we shall see. discipline, gentlemen. discipline. that much is important. the luscious fruits of your labour will be yours soon to savour. yours, and yours alone. and then you can throw away the seed, the withered, dried, used seed. (just don't sow your wild oats in everyone's view.)

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whatever. anyway. you lascivious, licentious lecher. the one with delineated limb extensions. and a locus of line of sight driven by lust. look, liar. if you noticed by now, there's an extreme, deliberate usage of alliteration, and that is why i should sue you for libel, you who's liable for malignant levity. there are no limitations to the lividity lads can feel. for there was no L except in lies. or love. but that's a different matter altogether.

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went for vj's funfair today. was supposed to meet josh and berns at 10 but in the end i only got up at about 11+ and took a cab there at 12 with matin, sorry.

met many people there, like joel, chongen (think that's his name), kenneth, hsienyao, bala, reeve, lynn, francis, among other people. yeah. interesting. wanted to go for the hauntedhouse. strike that. it was supposedly rather short and stuff. good for scares, but i didn't appreciate having day-permanent red stains and being groped in the dark. haha. too bad i'm not in vj, you get to touch people. -winks- lol. wait. that's rather sad. anyway, i wouldn't want to repeat the same pattern again. let's count. from 9-5, and let's assume (ceteris paribus, no less) that each round lasts 5 minutes. thats 12 X 8 hours. 96 times, trying to scare a different batch of people each time? i know there are probably shifts but still omg. that's terribly monotonous and boring. in fact, i saw this guy who was in the vj arts fac shirt and gaudy makeup walking around with his friends. haha. why couldn't he have cleaned off his makeup! so weird, cos i don't think he ever got round to doing his duties again. it was so out of character. then there was another guy with a totally pale made-up face who was eating otak in the canteen, and i'm thinking, right. kudos goes to the commited guy who shambled and shifted around with a beer bottle, not bad acting, really. looks like the channeling of Igor's flopped.

yeah. so resulted in socialising (even though i don't profess to be a professional socialite) and walking around the campus a few times. mingjin trying to sabo berns for the torture chamber thing (And backfiring) was really hilarious. pay back half the amount of money, for compensation. haha. and the gross chocolate fruit mix of which there was a higher-class version of fondue later. and the "really orgasmic" food. and the 2 dollar edible phallus-looking things, alongside an amateur tarot woman. with the dunking of huge indian woman. and the snapple snap ups. and crunches on the backseat of free shuttle! haha.

anything can be funny in the right context, and company.

then, madonna, stitch and britney left the month-ago-established (yes camy) kampong jc (they needed the rip-off carnival to fund their renovations man) on an unknown bus to which along the way, they encountered the divine powers of the tudung! like the 3 wise magi, the cloth-clad-ladies they saw traversed a treacherous tar expanse to get to the other side (to prove they were halal, if not chicken). amazingly, the flow of man-made dangers stopped for them, and continued as they were done. without a single flick of the head to the left or the right, they strode confidently with total disregard for the wonderment of technology that makes for round-legged unnatural quadrupeds with the occasional biped. all the while, the silky sheen glinted gloriously, the sunlight.

then, on the train. the 3 of them saw a young, nubile malay girl of probably 19 or 20 making out with a man, in a cozy corner. the catch? she was covered in a black tudung. (now just stop for a moment to think of how funny that image is, and yet how outrageously blasphemic.) as madonna whipped out the 3200 for a click, there was a loud camera sound, which almost got the trio in trouble. then stitch offered up his, and as finally madonna took a perfect shot on the pretext of capturing britney's visage digitally, she (openly slutty girl), in a moment of animalistic desperation, covered her face. oops. out we go at somerset.

ken bought loads of stuff, which is really blah. especially that busted cd. tsktsk. but the dog tee! now THAT'S a different story altogether. good catch. yeah. coffee club was up next, and therewas the 3-4-5 then 4 again problem. spent 15 bucks there. hmm. that's about it i guess. yeah. bernie and utada dropped by later. sheesh. and they were tantalising me with nuggets of information about council exco. whatever lar. gonna know it soon anyway.

ok, am tired. gotta go. you know, the works. mug, regime, for 2S. go for the gold. go for the girl. you can't help going in a whirl.

cover your tracks soldier
cos all's not fair in love and war
quixoticka eulogized @ 2:00:00 am