Clean









Nothing makes me happier
than striking a good bargain.










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God. In a few day's time, I'm no more sixteen going on seventeen! Bah, no more Sound Of Music allusion- makes me feel ebulliently old and the caculating age inexorably brings me nearer to the elusive eighteen and of course, National Slavery, or as the government puts it euphemistically, "National Serivce"; I'm leaning towards blind panic myself.

Pardon my proclivities to kvetch, but I find no basis to be enthusiastic about. I view the people who look at mandatory millitary service all gaga, gay and gung-ho with nothing short of contempt. Imagine, a haphazard-looking Jeremy with glabrous scalp (ah fuck, having no hair or projections) meeting another earnest boy gesticulating wildlly to his very-recently-clean-shaven head with bimbotic madness,

"oh look, I have been waiting for this sort of hairstyle..."
("or the lack thereof," Jeremy would ostensibly mutter under his breath)
"...for a long time already! Omg, and I love green! Look, the outfit's so green and gay and nice! Oh wow, beds are squishy and comfy too. Have you tasted the food yet?"

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*edit*

TyWu says:
I'll be waiting for your shaven head to plant a kiss on. Haha.


Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
That is if I survive anyhow to crawl myself away from tekong.

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Nothing more scares me shitless.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 8:52 pm

  Stars

Bright and I discussing a cappella blues...

Evil is a label you all put on those who threaten you. says:
Someone must have been worthwhile singing with right?

Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
hmmm?

Evil is a label you all put on those who threaten you. says:
man, think harder, even the small tiniest thing?

Evil is a label you all put on those who threaten you. says:
You expect everybody to be a wonderful experience????

Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
hmmm

Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
yea

Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
just like an orgasm.

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The world's becoming much of a practiced ennui. I can't seem to find any interest in studying for my Chinese AO since government says D7 suffices. One of the better policies they have implemented huh?

Dearth of sleep getting to me but constipation is much assuaged when all you eat goes beyond carnivore feed. And I wonder why school dosen't offer pract. crit. papers when all 16 other jcs do.
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Sexual tensions are flaring and I find myself glorious in the morning, more often than not. Sherm and I are intending to dine at Annalakshmi <http://www.annalakshmi.com.sg/> on Friday and would probably be heading down to Fort Canning afterwards for a passionate make out session and if possible, hot tumppity sex.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 10:43 pm

  Haydn
for dummies

Franz Joseph Haydn, (March 31 or April 1, 1732 – May 31, 1809) was a leading composer of the Classical period, called the "Father of the Symphony" and "Father of the String Quartet". His friendly disposition also earned him another title: "Papa Haydn." He used his second name, spelled in German "Josef". He was the brother of Michael Haydn, himself a highly regarded composer, and Johann Evangelist Haydn, a tenor singer.

A life-long resident of Austria, Haydn spent most of his career as a court musician for the wealthy Eszterházy family on their remote estate. Being isolated from other composers and trends in music, he was, as he put it, "forced to become original".


/wikipedia.org- the things that drive us crazy
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Unbeknownst to the general population, Haydn also gives me the creeps when it comes to his 106 or more string quartets. Being isolated from other composers and trends in music, he was, as I put it, "a freaking nutcase".

Thats all for Haydn, folks. I am going to sleep now and hope the Music Blocks dosen't stuff a baton up my ass tommorow.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 10:24 pm

  Hedonism

It is quite pitiful that Sloman has got more airtime than me lately. Not to mention, excruciating. I don't quite like his face. But I won't have to see him for a week already. Now, if only there were pseudo-pornography, ie. naked people toppled on each other, hot pre-coital play, incredible maneuvers between people and frenzied bacchanalias in Sloman itself...I feel unequivocally hedonistic...hmmm

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Geriatrics are the way to go...

TQ says:
I did it. With the ex-singer. The 40 year old muscular guy.

TQ says:
The way he took off his shirt was hot.

Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
This is going down on my blog.

Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
Yes.

TQ says:
WHAT!? THIS IS NOT GOING DOWN ON YOUR BLOG!

Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
I published it a minute ago. *rubs hands in glee* = /

TQ says:
What!? FUCK FUCK FUCK, THATS MY NAME SPELT BACKWARDS!

(After a while of squabbling and a few minute amendments to protect his good name and to preserve the integrity of my squibblings)

TQ says:
Final Change. Can you change the name to TQ?

Chicken Soup For The Ego says:
Why?

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I can't believe TQ actually had oral sex with a hunky 40 year old(who, fortunately does not suffer from erectile dysfunction already). Yes, you know who you are. Don't you feel no scruples? Having phonesex with another person a few months older than me already made me so guilty I had to binge on ice-cream for the next few days.

Darn. Maybe I'm just jealous. Where's Sherm?

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 5:16 pm

 

Watch

I hope my dog eats up my good friend, Sloman.



cuRRent...jer  ¶ 9:10 pm

  Singular

an excercise in narcism, not bordering on conceit

It is amazing the fashion people treat you when you become ostensibly single and quite desperate. The propensity to adore me in all sense, is really chicken soup for the ego. Apart from my pipes bursting in the toilets yesterday, (hence) extenuating my tardiness for a gratia movie appointment that evening, I find no greater gratification when Sherm (my new date) called me "sweet". However incoherent the above sentence might sound...

...recently, Terence of Wretched Blues fame came on messenger and asked, "Would you want to be my boyfriend"

Of course, I would be startled if I were vaguely heterosexual, but I just couldn't keep from riposting, "What!? Eh, I mean I might have considered...if you did something about your face."

And also, I love my name being featured on the blogs of others. Makes me feel important.

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Germany, land of exorbitant toilets and carnivores. I just returned from Munich and I am still much debilitated by that engulfing jet lag and to a certain extent, constipation(the witless result of a fruitless diet).

Meet my friend, Sloman (see big blue book above in an attempt for a blog of less insipidity and enhanced polychromaticism), who also happens to be an inadvertant friend of many others. I BLOODY HELL SHIPPED HIM ALL THE FUCKING WAY TO GERMANY AND BACK WITHOUT EVEN THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF PERUSAL.

As such, I think I will stay home and sleep through the economics blocks, at least until my jet lag wears off and render me fit for any exams or so. God, I should take a MC.

cuRRent...jer

  ¶ 12:44 pm

  Flash

Its really inane to have a sign put up "For Music and Computing Students Only" when you don't even have the proper facillities at the computer. And it dosen't even have flash. And of all cardinal sins, it denies me entry to my expresso dose of chatting on web messenger! FUCK FUCK FUCK! WHAT IS THE FUCKING BASIS OF THIS? I NEED TO FUCKING RUSH MY SCORES AND YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING HAVE THE THINGS I NEED? FUCK YOU YJC! WORST OF ALL, THE TECHNICIAN JUST GOT ROLLED OVER BY A LORRY! (or something to that extent) SO HE IS NOT IN SCHOOL, ERGO HE CAN'T HELP!

You know. It gets inordinately tedious at YJC. Sometimes you would wish you carry something really heavy with you all the time here, to throw at the things/people that frustrate you. You see, anything from a teacher to a computer here can really bite your ass off.

I abhor My Ganesh. He had to impugn on our private space by dictating what we should blog and what we shouldn't. FUCK! I am sorry, I enjoy my imprecations the way it is. I can FUCK till dawn breaks and it is fucking none of your buisness. Fucking Puritan. Self-righteous, condescending bastard. Come! Sue me!

I abhor this computer. (see above)

I have been inviting indictments from people/institutions too much of late. This is getting somewhat worrying.

cuRRent....jer  ¶ 8:52 am

  Amnesia

Caveat to those who try to dig into my history - I choose what I want to remember. Do not even try to pique my ire.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 2:04 pm