I wonder

Why am I feeling so intoxicatingly malicious right now at this moment in time?

remember this feeling dickson.

=D

No one was born to achieve greatness. All the true greats worked for it.

Capability is a choice.

There's no need nor point in acting in front of me.

-Dickson

The modern man.

I'm a modern man,
A man for the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.
A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist,

Politically anatomically and ecologically incorrect.
I've been uplinked and downloaded.
I've been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing.
I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high tech lowlife.
A cutting edge state-of-the-art bicoastal multitasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new wave but I'm old school,
And my inner child is outward bound.
I'm a hot wired heat seeking warm hearted cool customer,
Voice activated and biodegradable.

I interface from a database,
And my database is in cyberspace,
So I'm interactive,
I'm hyperactive,
And from time-to-time,
I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight ball,
Ahead of the curve,
Riding the wave,
Dodging a bullet,
Pushing the envelope.

I'm on point,
On task,
On message,
And off drugs.

I got no need for coke and speed,
I got no urge to binge and purge.

I'm in the moment,
On the edge,
Over the top,
But under the radar.

A high concept,
Low profile,
Medium range ballistic missionary.
A street-wise smart bomb.
A top gun bottom feeder.

I wear power ties,
I tell power lies,
I take power naps,
I run victory laps.

I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach.
A raging workaholic.
A working ragaholic.
Out of rehab,
And in denial.

I got a personal trainer,
A personal shopper,
A personal assistant,
And a personal agenda.

You can't shut me up,
You can't dumb me down.
'Cause I'm tireless,
And I'm wireless.

I'm an alpha male on beta blockers.
I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever.
Laid back but fashion forward.

Up front,
Down home,
Low rent,
High maintenance.

Super size,
Long lasting,
High definition,
Fast acting,
Oven ready,
And built to last.

I'm a hands on,
Foot loose,
Knee jerk,
Head case.

Prematurely post traumatic,
And I have a love child who sends me hate mail.

But I'm feeling,
I'm caring,
I'm healing,
I'm sharing.
A supportive bonding nurturing primary care giver.

My output is down,
But my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
And my revenue stream has its own cash flow.

I read junk mail,
I eat junk food,
I buy junk bonds,
I watch trash sports.

I'm gender specific,
Capital intensive,
User friendly,
And lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex.
I like rough sex.
I like tough love.
I use the f word in my email,
And the software on my hard drive is hard core,
no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini mall.
I bought a mini van in a mega store.
I eat fast food in the slow lane.

I'm toll free,
Bite sized,
Ready to wear,
And I come in all sizes.

A fully equipped,
Factory authorized,
Hospital tested,
Clinically proven,
Scientifically formulated medical miracle.

I've been pre-washed,
Pre-cooked,
Pre-heated,
Pre-screened,
Pre-approved,
Pre-packaged,
Post-dated,
Freeze-dried,
Double-wrapped,
Vacuum-packed,

And I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I'm a rude dude,
But I'm the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock.

Rough tough and hard to bluff.
I take it slow.
I go with the flow.
I ride with the tide.
I got glide in my stride.

Drivin' and movin',
Sailin' and spinnin',
Jivin' and groovin',
Wailin' and winnin'.

I don't snooze,
So I don't lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal,
And the rubber on the road.

I party hearty,
And lunch time is crunch time.
I'm hanging in,T
here ain't no doubt.
And I'm hanging tough,
Over and out.

-George Carlin

I know...

.. These two words when used in reply to any statement, can make you seem wise and omnipotent... most of the time.


I need to be alone for a coupla days I think. Sort myself out a little. Rambling to myself on my blog now is one way. feels oddly nostalgic and there's an undercurrent of relief somewhere as I translate emotion to word.

Is it just me or is more than 50% of the population beginning to look alike? I was at RP coupla hours back and WHAM! at least 5 guys, wearing almost exactly the same stuff. Same long sleeved non formal white shirt (not sure if there's any specific name for this piece of clothing). Same black skinny jeans, Same golden brown hair that almost looks like bangs but aren't... IN A LIFT LOBBY. OF 9 PEOPLE. ME INCLUDED.

Facebook Proclaimations of loving your mom, not clubbing, not smoking, crying for someone, loving someone forever for example, don't change your personality nor any sentient being with an IQ of over 70's image of you. YOUR ACTIONS, change your personality and reputation. Advertising falsely about "emo" (imagine me spitting this word with as much venom as you will) moments just makes the intelligent ones more and more cynical about the people we're surrounded by.

I'll be the first to admit that I love attention, however, I don't purposely set up a situation that has long lasting effects upon group dynamics, feed false or wildly exaggerated rumours to others, nor do I split groups or cliques up over my own actions just to feed my own desire for attention. There are so many healthy avenues for attention, dance, comedy, theatre, even simply going out is an avenue for attention, there is simply NO NEED AT ALL, EVER for such inane actions to take place. There is no problem that I can really see with loud outbursts for attention so long as they are timed well and within acceptable boundaries, if you pardon my insipid political side's language. CONSTANT USAGE, of loud outbursts, pisses everyone off. Most people are as always, too polite to make the bullshit alert call or too afraid of confrontation, outright confrontation in it's most bare and primal form to do anything and instead hunker down to weather out the awkward moment. I hate that.

I need to sleep now, but I leave you, the hopefully intelligent reader with a few sayings and limericks i like or have come up with.

I act intimidated for comedic or manipulative effect, this is the most important thing you should know about me.

When in tumultous turmoil, when beset by doubt, run in little circles, wave your arms and shout.

Run. Run far. Run Fast. Lest your next breath be your last.

Whine and be damned.

May the forces of evil be confused on the way to your house.
-George Carlin

There's no point in changing you, why should we even try? I vote the electric chair, and to let you fry!

So...

Hi!

I've been going around yishun park on my jogs lately and I've been seeing the huge construction vehicles they use in the construction yard beside it, just went by there this afternoon and no amount of cajoling, bribing nor threatening would get them to allow me to drive the huge crane parked inside. There's a huge noisy machine with a stick 10 storeys tall attached to it that I can't drive. I'm sad.

Joining every facebook group that you THINK, in the slightest reflects what you feel applies to you, is a sign of mental weakness. Join this group if you're not amongst the weak!

-Dickson

The end.... of my poly life.

So I MAY come back to blogging. MAY. depends on whether I can get fired up again in writing. My poly education has just ended. Shoutout to sabeana having her birthday sometime next week.

just a lil random talk about myself to start off while i sit here still basking in the fact I've finished my final Understanding Test for Advanced Materials. I'm also aching from my workout with NIC! kian fei and melvyn.

I've really lost touch on how to write a blog post. not that there were any rules set on how to blog, but this seems more like a conversational piece than a blog post doesn't it?

I've been analyzing various aspects of my personality, some too private to myself to share here, only a select few of my friends whom I've had, "heart to heart" talks with would know this. Heart to heart leh! excited not! hahahaa. (I think I need to stop using singlish and return to my old style of powderful england.)

I've realised I'm overly emotional (my own definition) and as previously stated in my older blog posts. I was too much of an idealist. An outlet, if psychologically and socially unhealthy one for me has always been humor. Specifically, insult and sarcasm. After a coupla' meditative hours and long conversations with myself. (signs of madness?) I believe I have anger management problems.

I dislike incompetancy, people without the drive to better themselves, poor diction (I know it can't be helped for some people, but you can learn, damzit.) whiny disillusioned girls, soppy emo boys, skinny ah bengs, (not that anyone really likes an ah beng in any form.) lame jokes (this can seriously depress me, I was depressed for a week cuz' of lame people killin' my sense of humour.) and hamsters. (beady eyed bastards)

And that's just a fraction of what can get me pissed off, even stuff as trivial as noisy breathing can sometimes set me off internally. I get occasional anger spikes that are strong enough to cause me to envision hitting the person in the face, repeatedly, with a spiked bat, encrusted with salt, set on fire. I've never acted on most of these anger spikes. (most) I believe I've made some headway in remedying this though. To the people who've seen me "hitting" nic and stuff. Those are jokes. If I were serious about hitting nic, we'd be having curry chicken now and playing mahjong. *shakes head in disappointment.*

My MCB (microbiology) faci once told me I portrayed a very deadpan and bored face, I gotta agree there, though excuse me if this sounds egoistic, I'm anything but boring.

I fear boredom.

I've got this urge to just skip off this topic on myself, and psychologically speaking, it's not healthy to repress urges. =p

FANTASY.

What if the world was totally under my power? with every aspect controlled by my will. Given enough time and knowledge to acclimate myself to the situation, I believe that I could end most problems, simply because I hold ultimate power and I will not succumb to greed, easy to say, hard to do a lot of you will definitely say. But think about it first, with everything in my power, what is there to hanker after?

I agree with jem, a coupla thousand criminals die, people I don't like die, in hilarious ways, (I'm thinking of lots of pianos and sky cranes[you can never go wrong with falling pianos]) I build a 100 room palace for myself with enforced nudity for all attractive women on palace grounds.

Ultimately, the world would benefit, I know this is a flimsy case but I ain't at my best right now, some elements for my argument for total power would be ensuring fair trade or elimination of money (impossible, I can't really fathom this working) and working in the "greater good" sense, There are mountains of milk powder stuck in warehouses all over the world, just because the owners cannot get a deal they want. Fair trade would eliminate that, but no. money must be made, see my vague point yet?

I'm rambling by this point, I may come back soon and write something up. In the meantime, guys, you wanna go? :)




Because I can
-Ryan Sohmer

Believe me.

Whenever we write something on the and post it up on the net on our blogs, websites, twitters, facebook profiles, do we ever think about the impacts these posts might have?

This thought was inspired in part by a memory of my classmates playing with this site called omegle which allows complete strangers to talk to one another over the net and in part by the thought of online paparazzis and people's interests in other people's private business.

A bit of a hippie and typical soft point of view, but have we ever REALLY TRULY thought about what if we were in those people's shoes having our unglamorous or more private side shown out and dissected or made fun of by other people?

I used to do a lot of unsavory and childish stuff like write hurtful comments all over the place on the worldwide load of stupid people we have, yes, despite this soft post, I will still call out the fact that there are shitloads of stupid fuckers around. bitches that get pregnant over 3 times in half a year, non men that hit women and steal stuff from women just to name a few examples on the type of people I wrote about before.

I now have a new aspect of my almost fractured psyche.

Everytime I post something up, I will first consider whether this post will hurt another person, how I verify this will be up to me of course. If I do intend to hurt someone through my writing, I'll mention the person's name. Be glad I even used the word person for such slime is not even fit to lick the shit off the public toilets in MRT stations across singapore.

Should the post be hurtful to someone, I will not hit the publish button and instead store that rant away never to be seen again.




I don't like having to turn off the more "human"aspects of my personality, the ability to stop feeling hurt is a very good if disturbing one though.


I want to feel satisfied. And I'll continually work towards that goal.

Hey, I used have a little bit of a plan.
Used to, have a concept of where I stand.
But that concept slipped right out of my hands.
Now I don't really even know who I am.
Yo, what do I have to say.
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free.
What ever happens to you, we'll see.
But it's not gonna happen with me.

-Believe me by Fort minor


One last note, I will ALWAYS know whether someone lies to me or not, I'll just not mention it to give them just that little bit of fun. =D After all, it's not me suffering the backlash if I know how to twist the situations.