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[14 Jun 2020|05:37pm]
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you, and you may call me V.
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[20 Jan 2020|02:00am]

You fit into me,
like a hook into an eye.
A fish hook,
an open eye.

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[19 Aug 2010|11:26am]

I've never heard any atheist articulate why their world view is not devoid of hope. and if you don't have hope, you probably don't have a reason for a living either.

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[15 Nov 2009|10:15pm]
Meet the bigger, badder version of skeptic, known as cynic.

Skeptic- A person who maintains a doubting attitude, as toward values, plans, statements, or the character of others.

Cynic- A person who believes all people are motivated by selfishness and whose outlook is scornfully and often habitually negative.
I think Cynicism is my new religion.

I'll have to quote Mike Chadway from the show The Ugly Truth right here.
(when asked on what advice he would give to people looking for love) "Dont look for love, look for lust instead, its alot easier to find".

Love is honestly, completely beyond most of us human beings. Love is primarily commitment, and honestly, you don't go around looking for commitment do you ? You make commitment as a conscious choice, and that is something all of us know squat about. Its funny how we rave on and on about love, sing songs about it, glorify it and set it on a pedestal when we are all incapable of it.

There is always this comparison being made on Love Vs Lust. (Like how every damn facebook quiz will have this question, Love or Lust). If it isn't love, its lust. Simple as that. Lust is primarily a selfish longing for something. Given how we're all such selfish assholes(yes myself included), I'll say alot of us experience lust all the time. Might I even venture to add that whatever that you feel for your Significant Other(if you have one right now) is mostly lust ?

yeah yeah yeah I can smell the flames coming. Whatever. Its called the Ugly Truth. If you can't handle it, don't read further

Lust encompasses more than just physical lust(which girls always accuse guys of), but honestly lust is more than just that.
Neil Strauss : After so many years of plying the dating world, I realised that women are just as bad as men, they're just better at hiding it.

So, girls don't experience lust ? They don't lie ? They dont masquerade with false fronts, use wiles, deception, blackmail, seduction to get what they want ? You would be naive to think that they don't. They use all the above means to get what they want, just like how guys would use the above to get girls into bed. Only difference being that girls aren't motivated by physical lust, rather they are motivated by the emotional triggers and feelings (you could call it a kind of emotional lust).

Why do you think so many women like to read soppy romance novels with lurid details ? or watch their crassy romance dramas and get all teary ? They place themselves in the female lead's place to experience all the emotional triggers that they so badly want. Just like how guys watch porn to get themselves off isn't it ? Different drugs for different addicts. Women are no better than men.

Don't be mistaken, im not on some female bashing spree here. I am simply evening the playing field, and showcasing humanity, both male and female, at its worst.

Men are attracted by physical appearance. Women are attracted by status and social dominance. All the games that go on within the dating arena are based on these central facts, and definitely not some "obscure mystical sensation", "it-just-felt-so-right", "we-were-made-for-each-other" , or worst of all, the most grandiose baloney crap line "IT WAS FATE THAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER"

So, if men and women are just out looking for what they want, looking for what will satisfy them or turn them on, its all lust isn't it ? Where is love in this picture ? See what I mean by we humans are just rotten to the core ?

(now refer to the definition of cynic right at the top, and you know why Im a cynic)

P.S: Someone might mention marriage in response; I think marriage is a topic that merits a whole new post, and I'll leave it for another day. In the meanwhile, I welcome anyone to challenge me on my views, however just with one simple caveat; at least have the guts to talk to me face to face, and not be some keyboard warrior hiding behind a screen.
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I am a Spontaneous Idealist [01 Aug 2008|11:21pm]
My personality type: the spontaneous idealist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!
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Cthulhu Quiz [11 May 2008|06:57am]

Which Cthulhu Mythos character/God are you?
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You scored as Yog-Sothoth

You are Yog-Sothoth! You are a know all, you know too much perhaps, but you hate people knowing your business unless that is you want to gossip or share it with a close friend. Youre also rather snoopy to get the knowledge you aquire!









Shub Niggurath





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The Eleventh Hour Gift [15 Sep 2007|11:30am]

         This chapter is from Max Lucado's Six Hours One Friday... Take your time to read it and savour every single word.

           Nicodemus came in the middle of the night. The centurion came in the middle of the day. The leper and the sinful woman appeared in the middle of crowds. Zacchaeus appeared in the middle of a tree. Matthew had a party for him.
          The educated. The powerful. The rejected. The sick. The lonely. The wealthy. Who would have assembled such a crew ? All they had in common were their empty hope chests, long left vacant by charlatans and profiteers. Though they had nothing to offer, they asked for everything: a new birth, a second chance, a fresh start, a clean conscience. And without exception their requests were honoured.
           And now, one more beggar comes with a request. Only minutes before them death of them both, he stands before the King. He will ask for crumbs. And he, like the others, will receive a whole loaf.

         Skull's hill-- windswept and stony. The thief-- gaunt and pale.

         Hinges squeak as the door of death closes on his life.
         His situation is pitiful. He's taking the last step down the spiral staircase of failure. One crime after another. One rejection after another. Lower and lower he descended until he reached the bottom-- a crossbeam and 3 spikes.

        He cant hide who he is. His only clothing is the cloak of his disgrace. No fancy jargon. No impressive résumé. No Sunday school awards. Just a naked history of failure.
         He sees Jesus.
         Earlier he had mocked the man. When the crowd first chorused its criticism, he'd sung his part. But now he doesn't mock Jesus. He studies him. He begins to wonder who this man might be.
        How strange. He doesnt resist the nails; he almost invites them

Slowly the thief's curiosity offsets the pain in his body. He momentarily forgets the nails rubbing against the raw bones of his wrists and the cramps in his calves.

        He begins to feel  peculiar warmth in his heart; he begins to care; he begins to care for this peaceful matyr.

        There's no anger in his eyes, only tears

       He looks at the huddle of soldiers throwing dice in the dirt, gambling for a ragged robe. He sees the sign above the head of Jesus' head. It's painted with sarcasm: King of the Jews.
        They mock him as a king. If he were crazy, they would ignore him. If he had no followers, theyd turn him away. If he were nothing to fear, they wouldn't kill him. You only kill a king if he has a kingdom.
         Could it be....

His cracked lips open to speak.

         Then, all of a sudden, his thoughts are exploded by the accusations of the criminal on the other cross. He, too, has been studying Jesus, but studying through the blurred lens of cynicism.

          "So, you're the messiah, are you ? Prove it by saving yourself-- and us, too, while you're at it!"

           Its an inexplicable dilemma--how two people can hear the same words and see the same Savior, and one see hope and the other see nothing but himelf.

           Its all the first criminal could take. Perhaps the crook who hurled the barb expected the other crook to take the cue and hurl a few of his own. But he didn't. No second verse was sung. What the bitter-tongued criminal did hear were the words of defense.

           Don't you fear God ?"

           Only minutes before these same lips had cursed Jesus. Now they are defending him. Every head on the hill lifts to look at this one who spoke on the behalf on Christ. Every angel weeps and every demon gapes.

          Who could have imagined this thief thinking of anyone but himself ? He'd always been the bully, the purse-snatching brat. Who could remember the last time he'd come to someone's aid ? But as the last grains of sand trickle through his hourglass, he performs man's noblest act. He speaks on God's behalf.

          Where are those we would expect to defend Jesus ?

          A much more spiritual Peter has abandoned him. 
          A much more educated Pilate has washed his hands of him.
          A much more loyal mob of countrymen has demanded his death.
          A much more faithful band of disciples has scattered.

          When it seems that everyone has turned away, a crook places himelf between Jesus and the accusers and speaks on his behalf.

          "Don't you fear God when you are dying ? We deserve to die for our evil deeds, but this man hasn't done one thing wrong."

           The soldiers look up. The priests cease chattering. Mary wipes her tears and raises her eyes. No one had even noticed the fellow, but now everyone looks at him.

           Perhaps even Jesus looks at him. Perhaps he turns to see the one who has spoken when all other had remained silent. Perhaps he fights to focus his eyes on the one who would offer this final gesture of love he'd receive while alive. I wonder, did he smile as this sheep straggled into the fold ?

          For that in fact, is exactly what the criminal is doing. He is stumbling to safety just as the gate is closing. Lodged in the thief's statement are the two facts that anyone needs to recognise in order to come to Jesus. Look at the phrase again. Do you see them ?

          "We are getting what we deserve. This man has done nothing wrong."

           We are guilty and he is innocent.
           We are filthy and he is pure.
           We are wrong and he is right.

           He is not on that cross for his sins. He is there for ours.

           And once the crook understands this, his request seems only natural. As he looks into the eyes of his last hope, he made the same request as any Christian has made.
           "Remember me when you come into your kingdom"

          No glass-stained homilies. No excuses. Just a desperate plea for help.

           At this point, Jesus performs the greatest miracle of the cross. Greater than the earthquake. Greater than the tearing of the temple curtain. Greater than the darkness. Greater than the resurrected saints appearing on the streets.

           He performs the miracle of forgiveness. A sin-soaked criminal is received by a blood-stained Savior.

           "Today, you will be with me in Paradise. This is a solemn promise"

           Wow. Only seconds before the thief was a beggar nervously squeezing his hat at the castle door, wondering if the King might spare a few crumbs. Suddenly he's holding the whole pantry.
           Such is the definition of grace.

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[23 Aug 2007|10:32pm]

I saw this in the New Paper and it made me go rofl..

A Tale of 2 Diaries

Wife's diary

Sunday night.
I thought he was acting weird.
We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have coffee.
I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset that I was abit late, but he made no comment.
I asked him what was wrong.
He said : "nothing"

On the way home, I told him that I loved him. 
He simply smiled and kept driving.

When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant, absent.
Finally I went to bed.
I cried until I fell asleep. 
I dont know what to do.
I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.
My life is a disaster.

Husband's diary

Today, Man U lost the match.

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[11 Aug 2007|06:33pm]
National day has just come and passed this year.

After reading a new paper article on the pledge, it just got me thinking. In this day and age, do we need a new pledge ? Do the words of the pledge remain relevant to us as a nation today ? Consider our pledge. Its a near miracle in brevity. In 38 words, S Rajaratnam summed up an entire nation's hopes, dreams, ideals and beliefs.

The year was 1965.

We had a dream then, that our country would be able to defend itself, and retain its sovereignty always in an environment of world peace. For that, he wrote "peace"

As a third world country back then, many had dreams of striking it rich and making it big. For that, he wrote "prosperity"

As a young nation with infant industries, fledgling defense, education and health services, our leaders wanted us to develop. For that, he wrote "progress"

Could any engineer, poet, or academic pen a pledge so succint ? Could any lawyer write as simply ? Any longer, and it would have been a chore to memorise, an utter bore. Any shorter, and it might have missed a thing or two.

Everytime we repeat those old sacred words at morning assembly, take a moment to ponder the sheer ingenuity of them. When so much, was said, with so little.

The greatest writers, masters of the written word, are not those who use the most bombastic words, nor those with the most flowery descriptions. They are those who communicate with the biggest ideas through their works, using the simplest words. Every single word counts, and tells a story. 

The art of saying much with little.
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[03 Aug 2007|08:46am]
[ mood | awake ]

No way but this,
killing myself,
to die upon a kiss


so sweet was never so fatal.

I would never have imagined that...

(dont kiss her)

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[01 Aug 2007|10:00pm]
belting out black ballads in some dank auditorium, shadow kissed glass frames by its sides. Deep throated drumbeat in dull spurts, sibilant crescendoes wafting to silent disquiet falsettoes, the lyrics lost, lost in translation.

I dont want just another pretty face,
I dont want just anyone to hold,
I dont want my love to go to waste,
I want you and your beautiful soul
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[30 Jul 2007|01:03pm]

You know why things never seem to work out ? Because you have a negative attitude. Everytime someone tries to offer you a possible solution, you push it away saying it wont work. Of course it wont work because your mind already shut out the possibility.

It shows even in your language. "Try" is an extremely negative word.

"I'll try my best"

Dont try to do your best. Do your best.

Lawyer : " will you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth in this court ?"
Witness: "i'll try"

Priest : " do you promise to hold and cherish ___ , in health or sickness, in happiness or in sorrow,..... till death do us part ?"
Man: " I'll try"

Can you see how awful the word try is ? Can you even trust someone who says I'll try ? Dont try, do it.

I think there's a big difference in rushing, and not doing anything at all. For all the thinking that you did, you did very little in the way of actions. Ultimately, actions are the things that count.  And no, dont say that we need to wait for guidance from God.

That is the ultimate excuse in passivity.

For every miracle Jesus performed in the Bible,  there was always some action on man's part first.  In the feeding of the 5000, the boy had to sacrifice his meal of five loaves and two fishes. Do you really think our God needs that boy's food to work the miracle ? The answer is clearly no. He spoke entire worlds into existence !  Then why did God ask for that boy to sacrifice his food first ? Simply because he wants us to take a step of faith FIRST. We do as we get guidance from above. 
God promises "draw close to me and i'll draw close to you"   We are always the ones to take the first step.

Results come when we trust God and take the step of faith. Taking a concrete action is also the clearest way to show that we trust in him.

Same for him. I believe he is also tired. He is also battered, bruised and have not recovered. He hasn't healed.

Its interesting how're you the one assuming now instead of me. I've gone past the point of being bitter or angry. I mean, some people just need time to get over things and grow up.  Staying positive is what I intend to do.

When you're done wallowing in bitterness and decided you want this friendship, you can come look for me. 

As a final note, for things to change, we must change first. And if we keep doing things the same way, the results will more or less be the same. So we should both be learning something from this. If we dont, things are not going to work out. In that case, it wouldnt even be a case of "not now", but more of "not ever"

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[28 Jul 2007|10:45pm]
Im glad you've seen the light. 

Well, if no one would thank you for what you've done, I would. Yes, because I knew what it took you, and I appreciate your effort.

I knew I had to prove it to you. The truth always prevails.

More importantly, I proved it to myself.

Most importantly, I proved it to God.
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[27 Jul 2007|11:44pm]
the gauntlet has been thrown, the challenge accepted.

I am so going to make you see the light, and the truth.

and the pure, undiluted, uncomtaminated, unadulterated truth, nothing but the truth, will set you free.
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[19 Jul 2007|09:49pm]
mere prattle without practice
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[18 Jul 2007|01:48pm]

no action talk only (NATO)

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[17 Jul 2007|10:27pm]
too little too late
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[12 Jul 2007|04:41pm]

9 Words Women Use

1) FINE.

This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

2)Five Minutes..
If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

4)Go Ahead
This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

5)Loud Sigh
This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)

6) That's Okay
This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

7) Thanks
A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome.

8) Whatever
Is a women's way of sayingF@!K YOU!

9) Don't worry about it, I got it
Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to #3.

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[02 Jul 2007|06:44pm]
Your Brain is 87% Female, 13% Male
You have the brain of a girly girl Which isn't a bad thing at all You're emphatetic, caring, and in tune with emotions. You're a good friend and give great advice.

This sort of confirms what I have been suspecting all along. =X

and the song 爱情漫游 is stuck in my head now since i heard it at far east plaza while shopping for Jerome's present. It was a long time since I listened to it, and it brings back memories of sec3... and a certain someone I was close to.

God, I need a miracle in my family now.
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[29 Jun 2007|11:03pm]
The best times in your life are those you spend with your friends. Thats what me and naz agreed. 

Went cycling at east coast park with amanda and jerome. We cam-whored lots, taking silly pictures at bedok jetty. Sat down by the beach to emo together. HA.


We watched a sunset together. How romantic =p

I want to do every single romantic thing with them, which includes watching sunrise, star-gazing, walking down the beach... the list goes on.

Tiramisu PWNS btw.
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