子宫
mankind is going to be extinct some day. just look at the stats.
singapore has an ageing population
japan has an ageing population
australia has an ageing population
and many other countries are facing the same predicament. probably not india and china. like what russell peters say, we are the 2 largest population in the world. so you can run away from us now because sooner or later, we're gonna hump you. but since we're gonna mix with one another anyway, why not do it now? if there's this cute blogger that you wanna sleep with, i'd say go ahead! take your chances ladies!
*but don't force yourself on him if he is reluctant*
there was a talk on the moe teaching award at lt12 yesterday and among those who attended, there were a number of potential teachers but i must say that the ones with the greatest potential are carol and myself.
firstly, i 打包-ed yong tao foo (酿豆腐) from canteen to eat in the lt. then carol brought her hp charger to charge her phone at the wall sockets. i'd bet the recruiters were impressed.
there were a few of them who showed some potential though, when they turned up for the talk 30 minutes late. then alvin came in from the back and stepped on the chair to cross-over to the front before sitting down.
parents, your children are in great care!
singapore, the next generation are in good hands!
i went to the dentist yesterday due to occassional sensitivities and after that, they became more sensitive than ever. arhg!
following that, i went to kino to see if i can get either a english-thai/thai-english dictionary or conversations with god. i was really looking to get the box set expecting it to be not that expensive since amazon sells it for usd20+ but i couldn't find the box set and all three add up to sgd69+ minus my $20 voucher, i can get it for around $50. i was contemplating getting just book 1 and a tniv bible initially since i wanted to read the book of revelation. *note: i am not converting to christianity. the only reason i wanna read the book of revelation is due to iron maiden's songs which constantly made references to that book. interested parties, check out iron maiden's revelation and number of the beast.
alvin told me that bibles are really expensive and they are usually around $80+ but to my surprise, i found a number of them around $14 and one kjv at $10. anyway, i'm pretty glad i didn't get it because i borrowed alvin's bible today and firstly, i couldn't really understand what i read. secondly, i remembered i can get them online.
then i went to meet up with bryan at ps for dinner. smu so selfish one... non-students cannot go in to their library. but anyone can come into nus library. why like that? but then again, they are in the central area, so i guess they need to protect their stuff.
so, i have test everyday this week besides tuesday and i'm done with 2. in fact, i got back the phonology paper and i fared better than last sem when i passed by 0.5 marks for test1 and failed by 1.5 marks for test2.
tmr's the last day i can pass rhoda the card i wrote for her before her departure on friday. i just hope she doesn't return home too late or sleep too early tmr night.
was watching rainie yang's interview and i noticed we share some similarities towards relationships. perhaps most people do.
if i can foresee problems, i'd hesitate...
probably giving it a pass.
o god of earth and altar
bow down and hear our cry
our earthly rulers falter
our people drift and die
the walls of gold entomb us
the swords of scorn divide
take not thy thunder from us
but take away our pride
(g.k. chesterton: english hymnal)
just a babe in the black abyss
no reason for a place like this
the walls are cold and souls cry out in pain
an easy way for the blind to go
a clever path for the fools who know
the secret of the hanged man - the smile of his lips
she came to me with a serpent's kiss
as the eye of the sun rose on her lips
moonlight catches silver tears i cry
so we lay in a black embrace
and the seed is sown in a holy place
and i watched, and i waited for the dawn
the light of the blind - you'll see
the venom that tears my spine
the eyes of the nile are opening - you'll see
bind all of us together
ablaze with hope and free
no storm or heavy weather
will rock the boat you'll see
the time has come to close your eyes
and still the wind and rain
for the one who will be king
is the watcher in the ring
it is you
something i was watching brought back some memories and thinking of it, i realised i'm very blessed to have really great friends. to those whom i've offended with my sarcarsm, sorry guys. to those whom i haven't offended, sorry, i'll continue with it. =D
#1: forget it. it's not possible.
i have always wondered why is it that i always seem to understand my tutorials but i am never able to answer test/exam questions. i found the answer.
first time in 5 weeks after school reopened, i've finished reading an entire chapter and i suddenly understood the "homework" question. no wonder i barely passed one phonology test and failed the second one last sem.
it pays to do your readings. at least for EL mods.
essay-styled mods? i'm still trying to figure out.
somewhere in a corner of my mind an unexpected invader had penetrated in and settled down quietly, probably for a couple of weeks already. i didn't know when it happened but for some time before, a forcefield has been keeping this figure out. now this perpetrator has stolen a part of my mind.
it seems that when the one clawed its way back from my subconsciousness back into my heart, this invader decided to follow suit but from a much further distance.
my mind is raped.
my heart will soon be.
i thought i did it. not really.
i never thought i'd manage it but at least i seemed to have come close to losing it. then one gathering and everything came back. almost.
somewhere from the surface of my aortic pump, a drip of liquid burnt its way in. acid, i thought. but as it went deeper into the core, a bitter feeling surfaced. the conscious state of my mind told myself to lose it but from my subconsciousness, it crept its way back. no. it clawed its way back.
i was indifferent to my phone ringing though i barely receive any calls but what i saw on the display yesterday brought about a mixed feeling of unexplainable anticipation and reluctance. i had known the phone didn't ring for reasons i hoped it be but still, i carried the hope of something unexpected. i was right. my hope didn't materialize. still, i didn't mind what was to befall on me as i took up the baggage of making sure everything goes right. yes, i'm like everyone else. i'd do more for some. much more for others. much much more for the one.
just one.
the errand was done and i thought, "that's it. everything's back to where i was" till the meeting tonight when a figure slid into the seat before i realised it. then someone hit the play button and the "film" rolled. a film titled bitter acid. sometimes, i try to seek solitude in what shakespeare would call "temporal death" but in this death comes an artificial life knitted by the hands of my subconsciousness. how would i have known. without me realising, i was relishing the pathetically occasional soundwaves directed at me from this unforgettable silhouette triggering the node in my brain that reads "happy".
whenever there seem to be some other event pulling this figure away from me, i'd pray hard "no... please." regardless of what the result, i realised it doesn't seem to matter much since i'm not going to walk the thought. but then again, it does matter to me. somehow homo sapiens work this way. would it have been better if evolution hadn't happened? no. charles darwin rules. felix culpa. -out-
-disappointment-
things never turn out the way i imagine. i didn't get to see Ana Prvacki.
-ignorance-
we made it past the ticket counter without paying (without knowing) but i had to make a silly move and ended up paying.
-disappointment-
i headed to kinokuniya hoping to get something that interests me but couldn't find anything.
A splitting headache shook Craig awake. Was it a symptom of brain hemorrhage? He didn’t know but the pain was excruciating. Craig was not one who lets paranoia get the better of him but on this night, he wasn’t sure anymore. After all, he lost his parents to unstoppable bleeding in the brain.
He felt constant thumping on the right side of his temple. He raised his right arm, numbed from the overnight pressure his 80kg frame exerted on it. He straightened his hand for a while, letting blood flow to the numbed area. He clenched his fist and opened it. He repeated this action for a few times as he felt needles running over his veins from the sudden rush of blood.
When his arm regained the colour of life, he bent his palm outwards and began knocking his right temple with the inner side of his wrist. The second drawer of the cabinet by his bedside still contained half a bottle of painkillers and he knew that they were enough to last him for a week or two if this pain persisted. But he didn’t trust them anymore. This time, he decided to take things into his own hand. Moreover, the doctors in the country’s most renowned hospital failed to save his parents. That gave him one less reason to keep up with his family doctor’s prescription.
After a few knockings, he felt his wrist wet. “Blood” he thought. As he moved his wrist to within his field of view, he had mixed feelings of hoping that he was wrong while at the same time, an unexplainable hope that he was right. “Colour” as the next thought flashed in his mind. “No.” he paused. “No colour”. As the liquid flowed down his wrist hanging dangerous by the edge of his arm, he saw that it was perspiration. Suddenly, he felt an uncomfortable rise in temperature within him. The liquid gave up the struggle and dripped on his thick blanket forming a tiny wet patch.
As he pushed his blanket away from his chest down to his waist to reveal a well-toned body, he felt an icy cold on his abs. The air-conditioner whistled sporadically and on his back, he felt his bed warm and wet. His nipple erected and seemed to have frozen as he turned himself over to enjoy the chill the cold air inflicted on his back. As he tucked his palm below his pillow, he felt a hard object. He pulled it out and the display read “16°C”. He had always enjoyed the thrill that cold breeze brings as it blows on the sweat beads on his body as much as he knew that it wasn’t good for him.
As the perspiration covering his forehead dry on his pillow cover and those on his back evaporate off leaving a sticky feeling, the migraine seemed to have beaten a retreat. Deep in his heart, he knew that this isn't over. It will be back, probably stronger, probably weaker but it will be back. And before that time comes, he will brace himself for its next attack. For now, enjoying this much sought weekend break is his priority.
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i caught the last temptation of christ today, finally. it was a good movie albeit some controversial suggestions. i seem to have a lot to say but can't remember. seeing my friend's blog gave me the idea of posting an essay. may be boring to you but at least i can practice my language before i lose touch.