Ambidexterous

What if I told you,
salmons were ostensibly ambidexterous,
what would you do?

In a general state of bewilderment, most people were able to provide Jeremy with a cornucopia of well-deserved compliments. Subitaneously, a deluge of innuendos would ensue that he is rightfully gay and very much an arrogant ass. *wide-eyed in awe or some other kind of shock*

Hang in there. I believe I am divagating. Or whatever. Here goes.


Jeremy's Top 10 Moments/Phenomenons/Happenings/Quotes of 2004


10. Being derrogated when judging teacher for prelims music performance called "Don Giovanni" "easy". Thomas, my vocal shifu, has currently transformed himself into an impressionable German Bulldozer and will not desist till the judging teacher is dealt with accordingly. And I pray he(judging teacher) does not go flat when he sings to appease Thomas.

Nota Bena, Thomas procured his number from somewhere else other than me.

Switched my principal instrument piano to voice. I realised my finigers ain't nimble anymore. Decided to use it in a more senusal fashion. Realised I was the only male candidate for music O Level's using Voice as the principal.

9. Scored a C6 for Anglais. Prelims. The most horrible day of my life.

Result: Conflict arises with every teacher in The Wretched Blues. Only few surviviors.

8. "Isn't that a tsunammi?"

7. Professing my fettish for gravid women and khaki shorts. Officially weaned off Toilet Seat Covers and Pungent Pink Underwear. (And I wonder how much of everything is real)

6. 2046 is one of the better, more obtuse and bloody esoteric movie that ever happened in film history. Confused and overachieving. A classic. Really...what more?

5. Attempted suicide again.

4. Total Shags hit 45. Ecstatic ones- not yet.

3. Taught my junior to have phonesex. HowShamelessandDisturbing. Still, it is warped tradition and I pray it be preserved. My senior taught me how... too. = r

2. Squandered my states of ennui away to inane poetry, depression and A Cappella.

1. I am still single. And whoring around.


Thank You s

A big thank you to Angie, KeeWeeKor and Lester, Bro mike, Siewpeng, Cheungjoo, Parents n Grams, and not forgetting Nigel and Allan Pas for helping me make 2004 bearable.

Thank you Thomas for taking me as your student, giving me fantastic things to sing and making my voice what it is today. Thank you Chingmei and Scherzo for that A Cappella fun you guys have brought. Thank you Mus for having that inspiring conversation about martial dysfunctionality in Singapore on that rather tedious MRT train ride with me. And Thank you to those who has have had complimented me in anyway conceivable.

Thank you taggers for your amazing vocabulary. And Chingmei is not a drag for anyone's information.

The rest might wanna try figure why they don't get the Thank You's.

Resolutions for 2005

1. No more truancy or making premature egress-es.

2. Keep suicide attempts at 1 or less.

3. Work on the hubris levels.

4. Try for a B using real voice. My highest note is an A. Do Schubert's The Earlking

5. This might have been already covered in point number 2. But anyways...use protection (more often). = r

6. Write and sing with more sophistication.

7. Desist from rambling about sex.

8. Try a threesome. Or maybe a mass orgy with a multitude of people.

9. Get into college somehow.

10. Survive 2005 and beyond.



cuRRent...jer
"So..what would you do?"












  ¶ 6:50 pm

  Mendicant

He carries a bindle,
and sings a,
harsh cold cold... song.
He remembers he's single,
how lonesome tonight he is.

He lounges, he capers,
under an,
etiolated sky.
He is a mendicant,
would you spare him some alms?

He playfully implores,
give to me,
just a penny please?
His song is like a withered sun,
many coarse skies had it explored.

He is a mendicant,
and he begs,
to live his days.
Not merely for your empathy,
but the passion he has in mind.

He is a mendicant,
will he really die happy?


cuRRent...jer









  ¶ 9:48 pm

    ¶ 1:24 pm

  Shifting

Accomodate the moonlight did,
as footsteps echo in the slient night,
and the wretched darkness slowly rid.

But Silence. How fragile? How easily broken?
Break it. Twist it. Let the slience of
the night crumble. Oh. How easily taken!

Dread! Dread! Fret! Fret!
Shifting into a high-pitched wail...
Cowering! Cowering! as silence is. No more.

Fright! Fright! Oo..Silence!
Oh! How I yearn...

cuRRent...jer



  ¶ 10:31 am