Cavalcade of Catharsis

New Year Resolutions?!

2007-01-02T00:46:00.000+08:00

Fast. Really fast. It's been a breeze and 2006 just ran past me, leaving no trace. Not even a scent or odour. It is weird, I am now seated in a LAN shop, racking my brains, attempting to figure something to type on this very first day of 2007 ( Alright I admit, it was already 11 plus at night when I sat down). So what are the promises that I made to myself last year? What were my resolutions then? I don't remember. Seriously, I don't even think I made any then. So, am I going to set any this year? Perhaps. I don't know. Call me a skeptic but I seriously doubt Homo Sapiens' ability in keeping all that resolutions that they had set forth to acheive. With that, I mean the male faculty especially. Short attention span, selective memory and procrastination (that spells failure for New Year Resolutions) just seem to attribute the male species more aptly.

2006 Resolution: I vow not to be more interested in the heavenly cleavages, in comparison to women's can't- possibly- be- smarter- than- me intellect.

2006 June: Ok, I am looking at less of that now. Really but it sure is difficult. I am trying. Maybe I will set this resolution once more next year. Maybe.

2006 Dec: Oh my! I can't take my eyes off the countless 'mounts' off "Curse of the Gong Li's Cleavage!" Fuck it. I LOVE CLEAVAGES!

2007 Resolution: I vow to not vow once more to be less interested in the cleavage than woman's intellect. *Thinking hard about the twin peaks of tender glory*

Sorry guys. But heh, it is true isn't it. We always think 'we can', then it shifts to 'we should be' then gradually it transcends to 'I doubt I can.' With that, I just insulted myself! Haha. It sure takes a man to criticize a man, doesn't it? Oh, with that I just got my 2007 Resolution!

Never to criticize any that has a dangly man meat between their legs.

Let's just hope I can keep to that. Somehow. Ha.

Snippet...

2006-03-03T19:03:00.000+08:00

Love,

Like the malodorous scent of early mist.

A waning nosegay, shriveled, aged, old.

Sweet to the taste, bitter the after.

Sought by many, yearned by more.

- Alywin

Family or Foes?

2005-11-05T21:36:00.000+08:00

Family. A noun so commonly abused. So frivously flushed into the brains of young children. Moulding, restructuring, often reconstructing the way they view members of a community bonded by blood. Quarrels. Differing views. Violence. Pain. All strived to be buried under piles of happy images, thoughts and verbal expressions. Listen to them and they will tell you, " FAMILY is the only thing you have when u are down. They stick by you all the time. Really, they do!". Bull shit. Period. Come on, get a life people. Are families not human? Are they deviod of selfish desires just because a common stream of maroon fluid flows within us? Definitely not. Try this, Take ten thousand dollars and stick it between you and your family member. Tell him or her the money is free for all. Take it, spend it, waste it to his own wish. But upon reaching for that money, he will have to sever all ties with you. See if he or she will do it. But be warned. Could possibly lead to disappointing results. A word of advice, a string of experiments have to be carried out with different individuals for thresholds for the avarice of monetary rewards differs greatly from one another. Or even better, tell them you are sick. So terribly ill-stricken that you could possibly house some vile bacteria or virus which is constantly on the look out for other hosts. Then, take a box of tissue paper, plenty of anti depressants and a sharp blade just in case the pain is too much to bear. Next, watch the number of "family" members that will be remaining by your bedside. That is FAMILY. Cool huh? People, family is just a term given by old, ancient mouths to a group of people u share some common genetic blue print. That is it. Don't expect too much from them. They are still as susceptible to all the seven sins as your friends are. So next time when people tells u the anecdote about family and kinship? Tell them to shut the fuck up eh.

March of the untold matrimonial whines

2005-11-05T08:01:00.000+08:00

Marriage. A tiny little bloom stashed away in the secret garden forged by two. Creepers of love entwined its way up, pushing two bodies together. Bond, so strong, so fragile. So what's the big deal about marriage? Some are against it, some crave for it. Others have been through it and now free from it. What exactly is marriage? Why are vows taken? Why do people wanna go through such delibrate acts just to broadcast their love? Is it neccessary? Perhaps. Probably not. Well, when a relationship turns stable (which again is pretty subjective with no means of measure), it would have been right (in a Singapore context) to form what we called, matrimonial bond. Spend hours at the ROM to get a single paper done (only to state you are now husband and wife). Then months of preparation for the actual wedding day, often pondering whether u will end up losing more than what you will gain on the night of the wedding dinner. (So humanely human) Pretty silly huh? A bunch of uninvited woes start pouring in, stressing you out. Days of sleepless nights (Ironic.). How sweet. Reach into the pocket and WALA! A hole, So big, it's often hard to fill. Well maybe you can but it's gonna take a little time, a time that could possibly means days of relentless complaints about how the marriage should have been simpler. Pardon me but HAHA. You should have guessed by now that I ain't really keen on the matimonial proccess. Too much of a hassle, though sweet and emotionally gratifying at the peak of it. But till now, I don't see the need for it. You wanna get emotional satisfaction? Try this. 1) Have sex while controlling your spouse's climax. 2) If ya a lonely man, try jerking off. 3) If ya a single woman, clitoral stimulation is cool. 4) If you happen to be 2) and 3) meeting at the same place, adjourn to a hotel room and proceed with 1).

My corpus callosum speaks...

2005-11-03T09:38:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since I managed to tame myself down and start writing once more. A while too long. My muse left me. He abandoned me, leaving me struggling to find a hand to cling onto. A hand that can never be found. Perhaps now he realised that I could possibly live without him. A good thing. Guilt sprinkled with a dash of anger, garnished with heaps of avered complaints, conjured up a salmagundi of sorries that should be able to bring him back. I hope. Whatever it is, I am here. Trying hard to search for what was lost all these months. A dying writer cassoted by many finally penned his long coveted emotions. It was a painful period. A time when imagination and creativity just couldn't rush to you. Blocked by something so massive so huge, it's unseen. Many a times, knocking myself on the head should help. Taking a puff should smoke all that is disruptive away, concentrating only on the burning tip of the single fag. Headache. It never worked. A wrong move that I couldn't keep myself from. Abhorred it yet, secretly yearning for it. Clash. OK, I admit. It is hard to write when you know something is going to happen soon. Something big. Something concerning life. Something I don't wanna face. Something I await. Bye.

Lies...

2005-06-26T18:59:00.000+08:00

Oh come on admit it. Fuck! Admit it! Say you lied before. I did. Lies. What are they? Why am i so concerned about them? Heh, we are bathed in the pool of lies everyday, everytime. So get over it.. This is life. Oh yea? I must be sick of it. Revoltingly sick.Why do we say we really care about other people when all we really think about is how their absence projects our vulnerability? But i do care. Why do we classify people as friends when all we do is to use them? I have friends. Aplenty. Why do we drop tears when people die when it was all but a biological reflex? I haven't cried for so long. I need to. Terribly. Why do people around me say they care about me when all they do is to scrap the superficiality off my skin? Don't ask me. Ask them. Why do we enjoy maintaining of facade of being a gentleman or a fine demure lady, rejecting the slightest possiblity of mentioning the act of copulation in public? Don't you like sex? I do. Don't you? Frolicking, carressing, kissing, thrusting. How sweet a human life can be... Plastering tons of lies upon things around us. I love you. I hate you. I need you badly 'cause I miss you. Get your pussy down here 'cause I need to shag. I lie. I am a liar. Forgive me for lying. Forgive yourself for believing.

He

2005-04-02T23:12:00.000+08:00

Cries through the night
Such brio unseen untouched
Soothing my soul
Caressing my heart
Joy in darkness
Bleeds with happiness

Wind skimmed my skin
Only to lacerate deep
Blood caroscate under the moon
With celerity it profuses
The wine of men never
Ever to be tasted by him

Nefarious nature kind heart
Who is to say a man is good?
Till elusive perspicacity appears
Till the day the oceans cease
Trust the man u never knew
For he eschews the one within

He
The man like you
And me

Schenelle...

2005-03-23T21:33:00.000+08:00

Sometimes love hurts, sometimes it lifts you up and throws u down. You fall straight into the abyss. Thinking you will never see the light. Tears flow, blood boils. But things are not gonna change just like that. Face it, admit defeat. Let go when you need to. Shout and let them hear you when you are muted by all that happened. Release that emotion within. Turn the pain into a twitch. A twitch that may last forever. Reminding you of what you had been throught. What made you stronger. Hard, ardous journey it may seem. Believe in yourself, trust your instinct and lead your new life now. Remember, love is nothing more than a game played by beings above on us, we do not control for we are not the master. We are pawns shackled by it, we all play the game. We all get hurt. But a game can be restarted. All over again. Be strong, all of us will be here to shield your fall, my friend. I promise.

Weak Men.Strong Women

2005-03-22T21:34:00.000+08:00

How strong is a man compared to a woman? Very, the chauvinists claim. Nothing compared to the women, feminists shout. So who is right? Who determine who is right anyway? You? Me? Or the age old social norms flushed with countless sterotypes? I don't know. To me, Men and Women are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Complementary. Fitting nicely, sheltering one's weaknesses and enhancing one's strengths. Perfectly disturbing. Men are like passionfruits. Hard and strong on the outside. Almost impenetrable it seems but deep within is its soft, mushy centre. How apt. Undeniably, every man wants to look strong and unbreakable (The repulsive nature). And it is all thanks to the chauvinistic little boy that runs within us. Like it or not, it is there. Coupled with the unrelentless social norms and thinkings, that little kid rampants us (men) more often than the number of times we said thank you to that puny cashier in the supermarket. Poke that pericarp too hard and you reach the bane of men. The emotional side. Weak, flimsy, inconspicuous to the untrained eye. Sway it a little and all will shatter. Torn into pieces. Tens, hundreds, millions. A man shredded up within is nothing more than a spear without a tip, a sword without its edge. Nothing more than a helpless child swept into the vortex of helplessness. Don't ever do that. Women are like guavas. Crunchy and edible on the outside but nerfariously tough within. Women, women, possessing (negligible) physical strength, making them uncomparable to men physically. Yet, men find themselves scurrying under the skirts of most women (for good or for bad) most of the time. Homourously insulting. Chew on a woman long enough and you will reach the indurate core of women. You will be surprised to see that emotional side of women that stand strong despite hurls of intangible shakes. That is true strength. Something men will never possess or understand. Something so far and deep that many ponders upon. Yes, i am blabbering. I am a man. I am a feminist. Men are weaker than women, yet we complement one another. Fitting perfect biologically or figuratively.

Promises.

2005-03-21T21:25:00.000+08:00

Promises. When was the last time you made a promise to someone? And when was the last time you broke that very promise that you made to someone? I can't really remember when was the last time i made a promise to someone and i guessed that means that i never keep my promise too eh. Well, don't blame me. It is not my fault. Humans, superior they are. ( Hate to acknowledge that fact though.) Yet, we never seem to enjoy shouldering responsiblity like our animal counterparts. Shunning, shifting, rejecting, whatever u call it is what we do best. Or more precisely, what we aim to do. Volunteering for something never seem to be at the top of our priority.( Well, at least this is true for most people except those Super Egoistic Bastards or those Attention-Deficit-Since-Young-And-I-Need-Attention-Now Buggers you meet sometimes) It is weird isn't it? We like to be in the limelight yet we hate having responsiblity. Why? Tell me. Well, i guess the answer is simple. Our emotional being is schizophrenically splitted. The power-hungry and the power-shy. The two coexist within us when we were first born. Brothers they were once. As we were nutured in different environments and exposed to different sensory integrations, we feed these two. They grow and develop. Much like growing toddlers.Time passes and these two brothers start fighting. Power-hungry wins, you get the Bastards. ( mentioned previously) Power-shy wins, you get the normal Responsibility-Shunners. Though, it looks definite now and it is as if one will eventually turn out to be Power-hungry or Power-shy forever. It is not the case. Brothers fight, results vary. One Power-hungry could possibly transform to it's alterego in a blink of an eye. Vice versa. Strange but true. One thing is for sure though, there won't be an equilibria. Eventually, our physical being is only able to present one (the winner's) facade be it power-hunger or power-shy. So, which one are you?

Aaron...

2005-03-21T20:11:00.000+08:00

Heh Aaron, thanks for bringing that Peking duck for me all the way from China. I was merely joking. Seriously did not expect you to really find it for me. Well, perhaps you are right. I deserved that duck for all the punches u landed on my arm in Tekong (Ouch!). haha. Thanks man. Here i dedicate this entry to you. Aaron : The enlightened one.

Missmatch

2005-03-20T18:17:00.000+08:00

Missmatch. Finally got to know the title of this show on TV. A pretty neat(don't really know why i chose that word) show i must say. Alicia Silverstone. Haven't seen her on movies or anywhere for ages and there she is, making her appearance on Channel 5 (in that show of course). And boy, that show has too many kissing scenes. It's like their lips can't stop sticking together. Sweetly nauseating. I bet it was an old show but who cares? Channel 5 never really show anything new and interesting. You should have guessed, this show is about LOVE. Love, love, love. We can't live with it, can't live without it. So what exactly is love? Some invisible forces that bind people together? The conglomeration of people who think, act and pursue the same interest? Stop and think. You said you are in love, so what exactly are u feeling? What state are you in? Don't bother recking your brain. There is no answer. There won't be. Talking about missmatch, how many times did you see your friends ending up with people that you don't really like? Hmmmm many i must say. Sometimes you don't need a reason to not like someone. I call it instinctive dislike. Heed it when it strikes. Decision made within a blink of an eye often reaps more than one fogged by incessant what-ifs.

(A)lways (I)n (D)eficit (S)exually...

2005-03-20T12:33:00.000+08:00

Oh well, no one really post like twice a day eh? Well, i do. haha. Anyway, I thought I must as well carp on the big hooha about AIDs. So what is wrong with Singaporeans? Yea, research have shown that AIDs patients are increasing. So what? We can fret and brood over it but it ain't really gonna help. Or does it?. Gosh and what the heck is Dr Balaji trying to say? Respect him for his position and status but that kind of comment from his mouth.... hmmm LISTERINE please. So he thinks homosexuality is the main cause for the rise eh? Well, take a step back and take a look at how the government is handling prostitution in places like Geylang and Joo Chiat. Give and take minister. Give and take. Well i guess what bothers me most was the very fact that a special group of people is targeted. So people at gay parties practice frivolous and casual sex.... and i presume that you won't find drunk women toppling in men's arms in clubs after dark and most probably stuck together till next dawn eh. A penchant of truth. Men, women, gays, lesbians, transexuals all alike. We all like sex. We are humans, beasts gone bipedal. Sexually driven by hormones, guided by instincts. We thirsts for sex, safe or not. AIDs could be Mother Nature's way of keeping human beings in controllable numbers like the lemming suicide annually. Let's face it.

What crap...

2005-03-20T12:05:00.001+08:00

It is really weird. Just months ago, i was telling my friends that i hate blogs and that it was plain weird that people would wanna do something so dumb off the net. And guess what? Months later, I realised i wasn't really that smart after all. Perhaps like the title of my blog, Blogging is catharsis in nature. It purges emotions and you get what is truly bothering you off your chest. I don't really have anything bothering me at the moment. Or do I? Who cares? Sometimes, you have things that seem to haunt you forever but as time passes, desensitization occurs. Pain becomes a twitch. Sound becomes a whisper. Human becomes shadow. The pukka nature of time working its magic. Well, for those wondering why I name myself Kvetch in my profile, the reason is simple. I am one. I complain a lot. Not explicitly but deep inside. I critcise a lot too. Good or bad. i can't be bothered. I mean seriously, who isn't a kvetch? We never get enough of anything. Or do we? Yabber yabber yabber. Ilike being a complainer. It makes life harder to get by sometimes. ( or most of the time ) but i dervive joy from it. Oh well, at least a lil. Okay, i mean a lot. Haha. Hmmm I have ran out of things to write for now. Check back later if u wan. And I really mean if you really want to. Serious. K.