Euphoria

I am heavily infatuated. Love has assimilate into my physical, mental and spiritual aspect. Every minute with you feels like the world just stops spinning, and yield us momentary yet substantial bliss. I discovered my niche in you. The interlocks of embrace, sweet surrender and heart subservience validates the genuine love i have established with you.

I want to sustain this relationship for as long as time would grant us. I dream of you asleep and awake. I want to foster an incredible companionship with you. I hate to be circumspect but trust me, i will want to live and lead a life of generic proportion. I want to make public this undiscovered gem of a relationship.

I want to be able to gaze into your eyes and get lost in careless thoughts. I want you to lay on my chest and find heaven in all our bodily contacts. I thank you for being the perfect fit. The puzzle piece that i've been searching for. Believe me when i profess that it is love. You've lifted my hope. You gave me reason to concede love is a wonderful feeling. Because of you, i restored my faith. Goodbye solitude. I don't walk alone now.

Amazing.

This post is in dedication to you - H :)

8th Wonder Of The World

Cupid shot me. I am bestowed with opportunity, bravado and strength to delve into an unaccustomed path. The declaration transpired in the godly bewitching hours of saturday. Right under the nose of the ebony blanketed sky. There we were, eluding every hint of subtle trepidations. It became almost magically surreal when confessions abound. Time froze. An eerie but enchanting silence beckons. I became a part of your life. You manifested your indelible presence in my heart. It's such a beautiful transition. Love of the unknown is no longer a peculiar thing to say. It can be as general as the mind and heart wants to believe. It's a perfect and normal as any relationships allowed. I hope the magical dust could loom for as long. I will let things work themselves out. It's the affairs of the heart which does not need the patronizing of the mind.

Believe me babe, i'll be the greatest man you ever loved. I can be the best boyfriend material comparable to any refined romantic flicks or novels. You asked for me. And you will get the one true me. I entrust and invest my faith in this. I love the sweetness of the forbidden fruit. I love the vibe that you emanate. I am enchanted.

LOVE.

Sugar & Spice

Hello mister man. Can i rest on my laurels now?

I've been chasing dreams. And now, i am tired. I have reached my breaking point. I realized i am not an immortal. The running that i've been doing while chasing after my goals and aspirations has rendered me breathless. Do i persist and bolt towards the finishing point because time is a factor or should i take a slow jog and learn to appreciate the surroundings knowing i will get to the end line eventually?

I want to venture for a new career. Sure, there are myriad of jobs available, which is an unspoken truth and a testament of the job market burgeoning despite the economic downturn. Somehow i cannot adhere to the notable advice of 'don't be fussy or you will get none at all.' I want a career. Not a job. I hate the idea of working part-time. I cannot see the essence of it. It just signals for me to pack up my act in due time and going through the cyclical process of interviews and the works.

I cannot comprehend why some people can switch jobs time and again. I want to snag a career and last preferbably for as long as i can contribute to the organization. I want to be able to conserve my CVs in the drawer and keep it under lock and key. It's really cumbersome sorting your qualification papers, updating resumes, lugging your certificates to interviews, memorizing rebuttals for interview sessions, anticipating selection calls...

Final presentation for the semester later in the day. It's amazing that we are armed with substantial materials and it should suffice for an A. I have been anointed the best speaker to precede the presentation and i trust my group members to be equally effective speakers.

My buddy Eric told me he has decided to forgo a module that bodes well with his schedule, and jumped on the bandwagon with me for my last module. A module that does not sit well with him because of the lecture days. Really. That's extremely a nice gesture. Thoughtful at that. He claimed 'because of you!'. I still cannot buy that statement. Because we have a love-hate relationship. He will compliment and curse me under the same breath. Okay i hear you...i'll buy you something more than dinner...you're my Bestie bestie bestie besite....

A Media Circus

First of, apologies for the inconsistent update. Contrary to popular belief, i DO NOT standby next to the computer constantly. I am not a TV junkie too. Alas, i will only last a mere, one single TV show in front of the telly and my concentration will diminish in rapidity. I don't watch TV for more than 3 hours a day. Blame it on a short-attention span, lacklustre TV programmes and simply, i can't spare no time for it. Local programmes are dismal anyway. And when i do attempt to wear the shoes of a couch potato momentarily, it will only be for the sole reason of catching Survivor, The Amazing Race, America's Next Top Model or the 9pm local chinese drama serials. Yah, i am an ah-sao wannabe, can? (Holland Village & The Little Nyonya rules!)

I have lost faith in our TV shows and station. Hence the refusal in supporting local media. Gone are the nostalgic days of Growing Up, Under One Roof, The Ra-Ra Show, Triple Nine, Manhunt Singapore/Elite Model pageants, Asia Bagus, Live On Five and the myriad of local sitcoms(Now Boarding/Happy Belly/Phua Chu Kang) and docudramas(Red Code/True Story/True Courage). Lucky for the salvo - a new favourite - Unexpected Access. And thank heavens Crimewatch sailed the passing of time because i personally think the show rocks, albeit the re-enactment's bad acting. I'm giving props to the show because Police is my thing, la!

What keeps the pendulum swinging you ask? How exactly do i spend the day? Well, i have better things to pan my interest to - the paramount being run, swim and gym. You can figure i am a health nut. Is there such a word as sportsaholic? My previous posts pertinent to sports are palpable and is a testimony to that. Somehow after the strenuous exertion of energies in my sporting activities, a six-pack remains elusive. Son-of-a-bitch.

School never fail to keep me incarcerated with revisions and researches. Exams aside, i am marveling the fact that i will soon complete my mass comm studies. One more module in the bag for the last semester. I reckon i can take on my Graduation Project deftly. The contenders are Social Behavioural Studies, Journalism, Human Mass Comm and Techniques of Professional Speaking & Writing.

To debunk the myth, i am choosing my topic based on what i have affinity with. The ONE module that i have honest interest in. And a subject that i can ace in and prove my mettle in the same tune. I am not adhering to testaments or invalidated advice from friends, who egged me to pick an easy subject which does not require intense research plus comprehensive yet cumbersome requirements from the lecturer. I just have a hunch that i will take a stab at Journalism. Because my niche is writing. How else do you think i am able to publish a blog if i don't have the backbone in writing skills? Heee...

And here it is...THAT six-pack remains elusive...

Pecs But No Abs. Yeah. It sounds like Thanks, But No Thanks :(((

CRIMEBUSTERS

POLICEMEN ARE NOT SUPERHEROES!!!

1. Policeman needs to eat & drink.

2. Policeman proceeds to cases in a patrol car, not by means of flying or by supernatural forces.

3. Policeman needs to *cough* look at girls *cough* lookout for potential offenders and suspicious characters.

4. Policeman too, needs to go to the toilet sometimes.

5. Policeman is not a walking street directory.

6. Policeman will also feel tired at times.

7. Policeman cannot stop a dog from barking, unless he makes hotdog out of it.

8. Policeman are not security officers...Policeman cannot be there 24hrs to look after a bicycle.

9. Policeman do not work for the AA...Policeman cannot change tyre & jumpstart your vehicle.

10. Policeman's duty is to fight crime, not to lookout for some cute lost pets.

11. Policeman realises that there is no such thing as "A person sleeping at the void deck causing nuisance", as Policeman realises that a person cannot sleep and cause nuisance to other people at the same time unless he's sleepwalking.

12. Policeman will not give discounts or privileges to and neither fear offenders who identify themselves as lawyers, RC members/chairman or big shots in some press companies etc, simply because Policeman does not show favouritism and act in accordance to the powers given to him under the law.

13. Policeman is neither mechanically driven nor have any spider's instinct.

14. Policeman cannot arrest people for failing to pay taxi fare or people who scolded complainant's mother.

15. Policeman cannot go into a telephone booth, change into some super hero costume with funny red underwear on the outside and proceed to scan for the culprit with his bionic x-ray vision in an attempt to locate and apprehend him.

Lastly & sometimes most importantly...

16. Policeman also pay income tax!!

That Was Then, This Is Now

It's been an unprecedented hiatus. And for the record, i have not retreated into seclusion after the previous post of wailing afflictions. I have had the chance to do some spiritual cleansing rather. The periodical rainfall also rendered a zen calm of sorts and i guess i am coping fine now. I'm in a clean slate of constitution and being.

The exams are drawing near. Frankly speaking, i have not embarked on any revisions or researches as yet. The textbooks are as thick as a skull. The lecturer will only supplement the class with possible exam topics only during the final lesson of the semester. Hmf...I wish i have the diligency to dutifully feed my mind by casually reading the whole ten topics. But i am not motivated to do so right now. I've been busy amassing presentation materials, writing essays for submission and everything relative to my studies.

It will be another stab for an A tomorrow. It's good that the lecturer is flexible enough to allow students to re-do their presentations. He gave me the ultimatum. Settle for a B or do a little bit more to acquire an A. It's a win-win situation. If the sophomore attempt falls flat, a B will still be awarded. Awww...that means i get to perform my glass shattering songs again!

I think i've fallen in love over the weekend. It's stupendous by all accounts because people know me as the reluctant lover, hopeless romantic or the cynical bastard. I am a commitment-phobe too. I am not eager to divulge any previews on that person because i might elicit some eyebrow-raising reactions and sheer backlash. It's fairly unorthodox and since the feelings are mutual, i am willing to accept that person to be a part of my life.

I need a companion badly. Sure, buddies, besties and friends can accede to your itinery/agenda-ladened timetable...but sometimes, you need to cling on to someone for that warmth, intimacy and sweet embrace, glistened with the love dust and all the works. I have fallen for the wrong person everytime. And the ones who are besotted with me are the ones i don't have feelings for. I am a love atheist then. But surely i can be converted to be a believer now?

You moved mountains.

A Mental Note

It's official. I am in a downcast. I cannot point a finger to exactly what contributes to this. But i know it'll take a whole lot of an effort for the wave to simmer down. I hate it when mood swings overrun me. I can get slighted at the most trivial things. Blame the erratic weather. Blame it on the truckload of schoolwork. Blame it on my financial indisposition. Blame me for being inept in time management. Blame the economic downturn. Blame the jinxed year of the ox.

The best remedy is for me to take one day at a time. I have been pretty much aggressive and impassionate in pursuing my dreams, that i have failed to wake up and smell the coffee. I have neglected the beauty and fancy of life. I have ignored the very existence of the people around me. I have forgotten the taste of love. I have cast aside the significance of those little things that i find of worthless attention. I have shrugged off advice from people who meant well in rendering comfort for me. For once i concede, I AM DEFEATED.

I have a mountainous ego to shave off. I have to stop being ignorant. I have to go out and appreciate the last few drops of morning dew on the ferns and smell the perfumed petals while at it. I need to donate even the faintest of smiles at the NTUC supermarket cashier auntie. I want to drive out by myself in the wake of the night and get lost on unfamiliar roads. Just so i can sort my thoughts doing so. I want to run the extra miles and end the run all breathless and soaked in perspiration. I have to at least turn around and look at the people who i normally don't pay attention to with that extra second so i can understand them beyond their outlook.

I have to make the switch. Switch the lights so the room can be lit for me to see clearly. Switch the bulbs so i can start to get the mind working productively. Switch from a sleep mode to an active mode. Switch the power outlet so the blender can get spinning again. Switch to my alter ego and take over the baton and see life in a different perspective.

For starters, here is a video - SWITCH. Along with the stunning ladies of Victoria's Secret, to pave the way for it all. Burn my fire, girls.

The Miseducation Of A Citizen

Is nudity and sex both abominable words? I beg to differ. The generic perception is skin exhibition is vehemently dissented by the bulk of the population, oblivious to the Hollywood and MTV generation, whose influence is congruently staid and inevitable.

Skin-baring is not all taboo and a loathsome term. I just cannot comprehend why people are still harbouring primitive notions that nudity equates to a crime here in Singapore. What comes under 'indecent exposure'? Before i elaborate further, refer to these indelible events that made the news over the last few years -

1. Jake Ng (Former Manhunt Singapore finalist whose nude photos were circulated online)
2. The caucasian and chinese woman who boldly trawled Holland Village in their birthday suits much to the chagrin and delight of patrons
3. The elderly man who were reported to the police for donning a swimming trunk, which is counted as inappropriate, at the beach
4. The adventures of Tammy NYP's most-downloaded raunchy video, circa FOUR years ago
5. The malay exhibitionist bloke whose lurid and graphic public masturbation videos became the focal talk in several forums page
6. The epidemical distribution of homemade sex videos via handphone's bluetooth starring nubile and precocious Singaporean adolescents
7. The reported case of the taxi driver uncle who parades in his underwear at East Coast Beach's carpark and was subsequently interviewed by the police after complaints from the public were lodged
8. The widely and immensely popular local talent Annabel Chong claim-to-fame with her intrepid feat of having sex with 251 men in a span of a few hours
9. Caldecott's reigning queen - Zoe Tay 'I swallow' advertisement tagline
10. Julian Hee (A wholesome and well-packaged local actor whose aparrent 'nude' photographs were taken during his modelling days and one whose body is the much talked about in the media industry)

This is truly baffling. We frowned upon and penalised people for committing such acts but when push comes to shove, our nation is one of the countries of prevalent vice activities. It's true. And Geylang is actually a licensed venue where one can solicit and select a bevy of hookers lining on numbered streets and engaging in cheap thrills. Don't let me get started on Deskar Road. Or the solitary and dingy grounds of Fort Road. And not to mention the local attraction of multi-ethnic ladyboys sightings in Changi Village. Are we considerably conventional and conservative in that sense? Why are we eluding the basis that we are a cosmopolitan city thriving with night activities? The hush-hush attitude reeks nonchalance. And the biasness is ambiguous.

The penal code of engaging in oral sex in Singapore is classified under unnatural sex, thus making it a CRIME here in Singapore. How peculiar is that? Then what do one make of foreplay, which is not considered breaking the law? Or why is it a crime when one decides to walk around in his own home barenaked? It's absurd. If the TWO uncles were pinned for indecent exposure in public, why does Fiona Xie, Jeanette Aw and Felicia Chin get away with murder for running down Orchard Road in salacious bikinis? Are we rapt in criminalising people over trivial things?

Sex is factually never undermining our society's moral and cultured cachet . It is not deviant. Neither is it a despicable act. Sure, of course one cannot come out to public in the nude. Or toe the line in publishing porn materials. But we cannot punish to the only things what the eyes can see and turn a blind eye on the more nagging issues. For example; most massage parlours in Tanjong Pagar and Chinatown offers sexual services, teenagers in school uniforms sighted at playgrounds and HDB flat's staircase locking lips and engaging in moments of passion, phone chatlines and internet chatrooms bustling with sexual favours, the many local gay/lesbian websites where titillating photos of one's naked self are exchanged and displayed, etc. Where are the moderators, regulators and watchdogs pertinent to these issues then?

In summary, let us all not get too startled and hotly debate the next time a sizzling and raunchy video starring local celebrities surfaces on the net. Or that someone you recognize 'play horse' on that mass 'bluetooth' distributed files. Don't get too bothered when your neighbour starts dropping his clothes and walk around his house naked too. Let's embrace liberalism and shed away the inhibitive thinking. Let's cut the pretentious and veneered front that we are shy and circumspect. The Durex survey of Singaporeans not engaging in substantial sex is all bullshit.

The government bans oral sex. Don't tell me we are supposed to go straight for the vagina or make any other anal entry the moment clothes were dropped on the floor? Is this the ploy to urge more Singaporeans to be productive and salvage the dwindling conceiving rate? And soon we are not allowed to be clad in swimming trunks at the beach and the pool anymore? You tell me. I cannot be more confused than i already am.

Art Imitates Life

Oh my. The presentation yesterday falls short of impressive. The theory elaboration was abruptly interrupted and i was hurried to proceed to my demo. I sang. But i did get to show some range. Nobody expected a song by Whitney Houston. I'm just loving the song! Baaa... Overall, i am not overtly contented because it was more of a touch and go process. All the lecturer wanted to extract was the essence on how you interact with the audience and a couple of visuals sufficed.

There were a plethora of talents on display yesterday (Read: Singing, Songwriting, Theatre Arts) and i bet to myself i have not exactly seen the worst of them all. The remaining 'finalists' will go on stage next week. I can only think of Titanic. A sinker, larrr. Now, the preparation for the sophomore presentation, for HMC class. The materials are still in the works and i want to complement for the lacklustre presentation yesterday. I hope for a smooth run. Like a lubricated entry while on anal intercourse. Oou, carnal talk. Haaaaaaaa.....

I don't quite understand this. I've caught a few episodes of Entertainment Tonight. And the follow-ups and intense coverage seems to be devoted to America's First Lady - Michelle Obama. Mind you. The news coverage is not on how she exercise her position as America's leading lady, but the pivotal focus is on by which designer she parades her gowns from, at the events she goes to daily. Dresses of hefty price tags, from renowned fashion designers. The worldwide economic downturn reverberates in all senses. And the high-flyers and lowly-paid are affected. It just exudes insensitivities, don't you agree?

Interesting. TWO Singaporeans were shortlisted for the World's Best Job In The World, as a caretaker on Hamilton Island, Australia. The paycheck is insane. All for a day job, entailing frolicking in the sun, sea and sand and reporting the adventures via blogs, photos and video diaries. How amazing is that? Speaking of being marooned on an island, my ultimate wish is to be on Survivor. I want to be able to withstand the deprivation of material things in life, go on a self-discovery process, getting embroiled in hypocrisy, manipulation and backstabbing, learn people's characters, ouwit the 'snakes', outplay the smart alecs and outlast the strongest competitors. I would drop everything in a second just to be a contestant. SERIOUS. Mark Burnett, call me for the next season - Survivor: Tekong. Survivor: Pulau Ubin or whatever.

And oh, America's Next Top Model Cycle 12 has premiered on American TV, every tuesday evenings. You may catch it via YouTube, when it is uploaded. Since the west and the east are a day apart, catch the show on thursdays evening (local time) online. I feel so gay watching ANTM. Such guilty pleasures. Till the next post. Later.

Running For My Life

1st March. How time flies. In a few months, i will graduate with a Diploma in Mass Communications. I have been offered a place in Temasek Polytechnic to do Diploma in Police Studies, commencing late april. I don't know if i am able to juggle TWO courses of stark contrast. And commuting back and forth MDIS Campus and Temasek Polytechnic can be a doldrum affair.

I guess i cannot be perturbed by the idea of academic pursuits. Sure it's a whirlwind journey. But the focal point is to bask in as much knowledge and pick up invaluable experiences along the way. That's the way it is. No detours, no shortcuts. I am not trying to prove to anyone, or even my parents that i am a jack of all trades, and trying to practice a precarious balancing act, by committing to many engagements. I am here to prove to myself more. Pushing my limits, going beyond capabilities and going over boundaries. Life is too short to ebb it away with idling, galavanting and meandering. Do something for yourself.

Will you take my hand and we'll run for our dreams?