Tsunammi

I hear less of tsunammis every other day. Thank God. We have been ripping the word too much of late. Cut it some slack people. We don't need it to contrive anymore purpotedly creative metaphors.

cuRRent...jer
  ¶ 11:01 am

  Deflocculate

My life's shattered into a million rainbow pieces.

And speaking of posteriors being firm like granite or shiny like marble --
Me(in an otherwise degage manner): I think I fancy someone's butt; no wonder I always trail behind...

Caveat- Don't let me walk behind you, ever again.

And ugh. I am having nightmares about my new Literature tutor quite abit lately. Some insight to those horrible dreams of mine, everytime I close my eyes, I somehow see that silly bint's monumental backside, which is as ill-defined as a malformed placenta, perenially suspended in a scandalous motion, (like how Bernie would put it) forming rhythm, breaking air. I feel like slapping her for that, too. But she has an overtly nice personality and I believe somewhat a modicum of a warped misconception of me being all nice and homosexual. Well, even the GP geriatric perceives that way too. Ouch. *Slaps head somemore* Everybody thinks I'm kinda gay. Maybe I should annunciate and advocate asexualism and apathy from now on. Ugh.

*Goes play with Gravid Women Toy Action Figure. *



cuRRent...jer
What's that alliteration all about?
  ¶ 11:16 am

 
Rejected

I think there is a painfully distressing dearth of eye candies in my class. You mean, other than me?

Oh well. Apart from the attention whore sitting beside me who probably thinks himself as cute, I believe only Earnest fits the bill. I mean, I covet that kind of appeal and tight posteriors(in the class next door) for myself(Yea. Ugh. *slaps head* I am utterly jealous) and I love all the guys in class/school in a very heterosexual manner.

The Economics lecturer should be drowned. I would usually develop the uncontrolled proclivity (halfway through the session) to imagine a tsunammi sweeping through the lecture auditorium, picking her up and sending her screaming in her reminds-me-of-britney-spear-gone-even-wrong voice against the screen showing that awfully emetic slide about the Production Possibility Frontier. For the whole two periods that feel like 56 days, it happened throughout the whole 90 minutes. That works out to one chimaera every 2 minutes if I could still remember to count. She is inclined to harp and I suppose that would very well justify her fashion of death. Everytime she talks, I just feel like wringing myself.

The geriatric GP tutor is ostensibly suffering from mid-life crisis. Sometimes, I just don't know why he is such an anachronism. His confucian ethics are really unbearable. Fuck Confucius. Mr Yl ain't that bad now as compared to him. Albeit they look equally historical.

To the one in MI that I said I have left something for- -Everytime I look at you, my heart couldn't help...but it just beats faster. How foolish. And oh, how it hurts when I could only stare and await your recipocral wink. But I suppose your heart could only stagnate in the name of thy importunes. Like a scab, that barrier between us would rapture and come anew, becoming a bigger evisceration in hearts. Would that become a callous? Would you become phlegmatic if I wanted what you would call too much? I don't desire to touch you babe, but just to speak to you like how friends should. Maybe we could acquire more. Maybe we could.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 7:51 pm

  Cheese

You are that sallow square,
covered by your cadaverous creme.
You smell odd, oh dear cheese,
but how I enjoy licking you,
licking you.

Oh who?
Who cut my cheese?
As a draught,
perhaps... of a shrinking olfactory abomination;
oh come, sweetly accost!

In a flurry of smells,
my cheese was moved,
moved into my voluble, inconsolate tounge,
so desperately waiting to lick you,
just waiting to lick you.

And off to the closet,
inundated with the water.
There, you came to visit me again,
not as how I would like to dream it be,
or in the impressionable fashion
of how an angel would appear to a mother.

I just decided to let go.
Or rather,
you let yourself out like how babe Jesus was let out. (but through two orifices instead of one)
And to save yourself a lifetime of tedium,
you probably bashed your head into a myriad pieces, ( I think you have brown blood)
haphazardly swiming and imparting your colour.

Maybe I should stay away from you.
It is not my fault that I am lactose intolerant;
you just came at the wrong time,
and you are coming of both ends.
It is just that, I don't think I will lick you again,
ever lick you again.

cuRRent...jer

  ¶ 10:08 pm

  Slake

"There is a certain contentment procured just by recovering the whiteness within. "

Me: Everytime I sit here and look across towards The Wretched Blues, there is a sudden wrenching of my heart and it does certainly bring back a lot of painful memories. If I had a chance to just turn back time, I would and I will change a lot of things and spare me a lot of pain and turbulence.
Lester: Don't worry lar. It's all over lar.
Me (in introspection): I don't think so. I think it has just begun.

I left. And I wasn't happier.
But surely,
I became much wiser.

Now that, I have very much returned;
to that droll,
engulfing whiteness.

I could see that light.Now.
Can you?


cuRRent...jer
Possessed by that whiteness.

  ¶ 8:40 pm

  Normative

I traipsed into an affray of economics jargon. Ouch. There is something so hermetically constrained in Economics I think I am just gonna DIEEEEEEEEE! Or actually, I would rather cudgel the Economics teachers with the fire extinguishers -- might as well since probably half of these little garnet things cannot work or are expired like a box of exotic Belgium chocalates should. (But you see, Belgium chocalates can be eaten even if it tastes funny)

OG2 has disintergrated just as the USSR did on 25 Dec 1991, Czechoslovakia on 1 Sept...uhm..nvm...GOD HELP ME with history! = ( I'm gonna miss the sisterhood. And the unhinged people I have come to known during the short time we have spent together.

___________

And to the end of this particularly inane post...

Me: (I think I would be) seeking pastures that would be somewhat greener.
Annie: U a cow?
Me: I ruminate + regurgitate.
Me: There is no bovine madness in it.
Annie: I get your point.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 8:39 pm

  Chuckle

I realised my fuckablity factor ain't very high. Even though I remain somewhat of an advocate for freedom of sexual expression, I am sure I wouldn't have too many partners.

Gobi: You would give your wife hell.
Me: Oh yea, I would talk so much more about sex than doing it at all.

There exist a fundamental social complication of the reactionary measures of society and the constant locomotion towards change, resulting in a general putrefaction in what holds for tradition and values as well as the enfeebeling of religious doctrines. There is a finite resource to fortify what the people before us have had established in the name of what counts for justice and righteousness for the only faculty potent enough to preserve that ostensible name of goodness is the human spirit itself. However, the human spirit will gradually be inured towards a certain phenomenon (change) eventually. Ergo, I ask, how powerful is the human spirit after all? It is falliable, ain't it? = )

When society moves, the individuals must realise that they cannot emulate too much of another pasture for there is also a need for the preponderance to learn to embrace that motion. -_-

Surely, a greater mind would have endeavoured to take a fledging interest in accountancy literacy and the inculcation of historical references. The only way, and boy I mean ONLY, is to keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. about pre-marital sex and social problems to the teachers in painfully obscured language. That's it. maybe i should write a song to excoriate history or anything historical (and satistical) , not exluding the quasi-glabarous mr yun Lam (shall call him mr. yl from now on since im gonna attend more of his lessons as one of the mandatory subjects prescribed to me(sorry lar. not enough teachers. MI very small de le) (nota bena, my mr. yl quite nice actually except he mumbles more than he talks.)) = (

OG2 has become closer than before as the maw menancingly approaches. Apart from enjoying sexual innuendos together, we take a lot of joy in watching psycho dolls masturbate and contrive unpromising familial resolutions while masticating popcorn, Kitkats and Pringles. = r

I just had to use that word - - masticate. Masturbate. Masticate. Masturbate. Masticate. Masticate. Masturbate. Maturbate. Masturbate. Twists that tounge quite a bit eh? = )


cuRRent...jer
masturbates. and loves masticating turtle meat.
  ¶ 8:38 pm

  Agnus

The founding of innocence is often accompanied by a subtle covet merely bordering on just an endeavour to have fun. It couldn't so much as to lie through its very white teeth or spray that lacerating fluid haphazardly. It couldn't caculate any harm and thus it was founded. It is merely wham. And one would have as much fun as possible. >_<

I survived my first week in MI. The only resentment is the food avaliable there, not because of the erratically exorbitant prices the vendors charge from their seemingly large fenestrated aperture but because the things they make me eat that really hurt my palate alot. Furthermore, with a paltry two stalls, there appears to be an utter lack of competition and there are no better reasons such as that (speaking in a very economics manner) consumer satisfaction decays with every other purchase. Monopolies are bad. Except when it involves nudity; Strip Monopoly.

My usual wont is to laugh everything away and in that process, lift everyone's spirits. And I am most gratified to say my OG have had some fun with the not-too-long-ago-established sisterhood ala Charmed with more explosive insinuations and a grand total of more than that triumvirate of only three sisters.

OG has a lifespan of just 3 more days now. Lets see where we will end up and what we will become then. = )

cuRRent...jer






  ¶ 9:56 am

  Whiteness

"I wonder how long tis whiteness will last."


MI was cool, despite having an uptight, officious and quasi-palatable staff of educators and a group constituting the aimless student council. Three days, it has merely began. I am heading into carthasis, a relief of the wretched blues and recovering what was once lost to me. That very brilliant consort of strangers thrown into a quagmire of adolescent innocence was just exhilarating. Somehow, with all the uniform motleys, it vaguely reminded me of an orgy. But...just a passing thought/fantasy/chimeria to be shot down. Of course, the best way to build that friendship and the ostensible uniformity of a school is to approach each other with a homogenous advance. (which in a warped haute courte of Jeremy means)We should really take off our uniform and engage in bacchanalia galore to make that uniformity a reality. Again. To be shot down.

I did the Changi dance just for gags. You know. My body's ossified from irregular copulation and movement; it was almost VERY complicated trying to execute moves. Thank you marrieann..for being that audacious chick. And thank you OG2 (rwaks) for that fun time!!! And Soong...you are fabulous with those impressive movements.

Oh yea. How do you even promote a school where you intimidate your students on the first day of school? No doubt, rules remain a necessity albeit the ultimate and fundamental function of it is to facillitate, most adults are inclined to think protocol, codes of conduct are to be strictly adhered to with the economy of words seemed to be absolutely lost on these pedagogues (who enjoy giving pep-talks) and the tedium that is induced by their senseless/intangential prattle about hair and colour and speculative destruction of the campus by the LTA workers(Yet again after the Nicoll Highway fiasco; Haven't they learnt?) (and I am so gratified to announce that) while I have a pillow(thank god.) to remain painfully comatose during those inane (conjunctions missing everywhere) periods (they feel like 28) which the weather was shaded in a lovely hue of gray. omg.omg. Hold on. Let me quote something before I try to protract that bloody sentence any longer "Please Come Back. Please Come Back!" Monumental irony. Getting people to stay put ain't easy. Period.

God. I think I like someone in MI. = )

I am sixteen going on seventeen.

cuRRent...jer
"I see them everywhere"
*grins*  ¶ 7:28 pm