the greatest whinery this side of cyberia

Armed with the teeth. This quote got me pretty tickled during the lecture: "the advocate is to be armed like a warrior, not an assassin..." How, erm, quaint an analogy! To slash and thrust with reason, not to make stabs in the dark with guile; To shoot volleys of well aimed retorts, not to poison the minds of the foe. To deflect verbal ripostes with procedural repose, not to spring unannounced in secret; To wage legal war with horns and clarion calls, not to silently stalk the time bar. Thus are we responsible for our profession - to be a legal warrior? I sense not, the link. So I am a black horse. The quizz caught me unaware, and the answer totally confounded me. Yet even more baffling is the motive of the quizzer, and the reaction to the answer. I sense a cause was made and lost. I sensed a disturbance in the force. So I remain, a dark, dark horse. Finally discharged my debt today. A promised given, and fully repaid. The repayment was entertaining whilst it lasted. The best...

What is charity but that which man use to salve his guilt? What is passion but pursuits by which man cannot find substitutes? What is friendship but social evidence that man cannot be islands? What is life but that which man use to collect memories? We spice up our own lives. We add what is salty, fiery, sour or sweet. We be spiceless is to be bland and tasteless. Yet. Is a spiced up life all the more worth living? Is spice the essence of life? Or does it just shadow it like a cloud over the sun? How often have we seared our tougue on some fiery brew? How many must fall as diabetic before we stop popping sweets? I have a sharp palate. But I value my life. Leave me my life bland, that I may have life eternal.

Lest I be mistaken for a sop who rant about love, I should first set the context of this entry: is was in response to 2 frens of mine who asked me such questions in the same day, and I am somewhat happy about my reply, so I shall blog it. In case I need it later. Hah. Nothing beats reading ur own advise, when you are an egolomaniac. "Love is but sadness gone right. To love is to willingly embrace the sorrow that comes, hoping that it will be alright in the end." In love, there are 99 things that can go wrong for that single thing that can go right. In love, there are all those bitter and sour moments that make the sweet ones seem so much more than they were. In love, you willingly stomach atrocities in the hope that the reward will balance it all. To be in love, is to go against the odds of failure, to go against the natural confluence of the four second rule. To be in love, is to abandon thought, to place logic, reason, self and future on the wagering table. To be in love, i...

I feel estranged from the world, stranded on this island in the middle of nowhere. Things passing through, that are none of my business that piqued by interest none the less. Very disturbing. I have lost my focus somewhere, somehow, and I go adrift like some rudderless ship. A floating island. Where did all my passion go to? The drive seemed to have gone south, and the vereve all but gone. Lacklustre living. It is the predicament you get into when u wish SO MUCH for silence, but you get creeped out when you FINALLY get it. Its so silent now I cannot even hear the crickets. SIGH. Half the time we rant about what we do not really care about, crave for that which harms us, and wish for what we abhor. Ironic. A living, floating island in a sea of people. Untouched by surrounding, unaffected by contact. An island ever adrift, finding no port, stopping for none. SIGH.

Dad never got picked up. My sis made a silly mistake of recording a morning arrival as an evening one. He took a cab back in the end. Heh, silly mistake indeed! Sigh, locked in over the weekend for nothing. Mistake. I got restarted with MoM MMPORG. As I played I wondered how my lifer would have been drastically diffferent if I had taken to gaming at a more tender age. Or if I bought a PSP or 2. I think I got catapualted into the realities of life pretty early, so perhaps I yearn a release via gaming means. Perhaps. Mistake? Watched "Breaking up". Jennif Aniston was great, and the movie was so real, it was like watchinbg 2 persons breaking up before ur eyes. You see the conflict, the interplay of emotions, and the stereotypical reaction and roles. You empathise, identify and feel this faint esonance that somewhere at some point in ur life this happened to you too. Harrowing. Mistakes!

At home on a friday night, stood up by my dad. Sigh. Feeling all tired from a full day of walking about town, yet still begrudging the locked-in time. Feeling lousy, feeling blue. Times like this when you need a nice chilled class of white and some autumn breeze... Morose. Feeling all alone in a crowd. Cut off from the main flow, slowly drying up, shriveled and sad. Why? Beats me. Perhaps it is PLC, this meaningless period that sapped all life out of me. Or perhaps it is the state of the market, in its all time bearishness, where even bonds have failed. Perhaps. Change. I have changed. So much, yet so gradual. Looking back, I have become a totally different person. I wonder if the old me would have hated the new. I wonder which is the old, and which is really the new. Was I ever myself? Am I multi-faceted, or have I been subconsciously wearing masks? If I am multi- faceted, are all sides equal, or are some greater than others? If it is a masquerade, when will the masks be lifted? When ...