The Worth Of Physical Love

what is the greatest physical gift you can give in the name of love? no prizes for getting this right... it's your virginity, maidenhood, innocence, whatever else u wanna call it. wait a minute, what is the changster doin dwelling upon such *sacred* grounds? well, yesterday i was doin a bit of reading and reflection, and i was appalled at how what was once considered a sacred manifestation of love, which is sex, has been defiled and bastardised to no ends. why not? after all, everyone is shagging the living socks off everyone else so why don't we all jump in the bandwagon, to be received by a welcoming committee of people willing to get your socks off you?

i just feel sorry for those who lost this exclusive treasure to a moment of uncontrolled folly and passion, only to regret later on that they will never be able to bestow this great gift upon the person that they truly love. i mean, even if you are not religious, you gotta acknowledge the power of this truth. Losing your virginity is like blowing up the Eiffel tower (which by the way, is said to symbolise the male phallus). Once it is destroyed, there can never be any more like it. U see, i m on a mission to denounce pre-marital sex, not because i have suddenly become a moralist or a robed saint but it's that love has never had such a presence in my life till now that i just naturally begin to consider the related issues, oops... and yes, i m an old-world idealist who believes in the value and meaning of the word 'love'. it's just hard to find ppl who share the same definition of love as i do... for those who do, God bless your soul...

i guess the reason why ppl have generally shifted their perspective on the issue of sex is due to one word: disappointment. it seems like ppl would believe that since they have been disappointed in love before, they will never find the true version of it again. thus, they choose to ignore the what their present actions might mean in the future and enter sexual liaisons without really considering the implications. maybe it's not really their fault in that fate did deal them a bad hand, and that is why i chose to write this in the hopes that those who did experience a great loss before will not throw in the towel and choose a path that they otherwise would have started on.

the pure maiden is shedding golden tears by the river of darkness... and i m a lonely voice against the tide of promiscuity and careless actions...

well, if there be some among my faithful fanbase that belong to 'that' group, please do not stop reading my blog in the fear that i will offend you again. anyway, there is a nice tagboard by the side where you can sling mud at me and call me nasty names but whatever it is, i m really not trying to impose my opinions upon anyone. i m just trying to find some peace of mind, and regretfully, this is how the changster gets it done.

*oh boy, i can already see the kind of controversy this is gonna stir (licks palms in anticipation, slurp, slurp...)*

Life In All Her Quirkiness

The above is not the first time I have said it, and it certainly won't be the last. Life is simply unpredictable, like who would have thought lost love can be recovered. You may call life erratic, but I choose to describe it in a manner more positive, so I say it is quirky. About as quirky as she who pulls my heart-strings, and for the moment, I am contented.

the military

i swear i wanted to feature a scene from a mental hospital but then something unexpected popped up. u see, i checked my mailbox (the snail-infested one), and found in it a letter that my other friends have received but i haven't. it was my enlistment letter, the flimsy piece of document that states my fate for the next two years.

i m gonna be a commando. yup, thats right, u heard correct. i find it extremely hard to believe it, believe me. i'll tell u how i feel. i feel excited, but at the same time a bit apprehensive. two years of meaningful service, but also two years of intense military training. i'll probably learn more skills that i can apply to life in the army than i have ever my whole life, but i know it'll be the time that i lose a lot too: my boyhood, whatever shreds of innocence that remain. i am scared that i will see the world differently, that my life will undergo so dramatic a change that i can't cope. i m scared that the distance from the past will become too hard to bear. basically, i am just scared stiff.

maybe the mental hospital scene will have to wait. there's no time for insanity right now. i have to gather myself and move ahead.

'A' levels

... are but not too far away and look at me, behaving as though i still have the rest of my life to do exams. i m officially in trouble. 2 weeks ago, it was unofficial, now it's official. damn...

Like So Much Clockwork

There beats time inside us all,
transcending the biological,
shaming the irregular.
Military precision and constant revision,
we feel a need to leave our own

Bodies, trapped upon checkered squares,
cautious advance two steps into the future,
the king, the bishop, the knights, us soldiers
fighting an intense war of full resistance,
while our masters with their full-sized palms,
call for rallies and wrongful invasions,
with so much blood, with so much gore...

...And it's our own, we spilled and kicked the bucket.
If it's made of steel it'll make an awful sound,
much like the ringing,
as the loaded spring is unwound.
We teeter-totter at the edge,
with our eyes full of resigned debate.
It's like our very fate is sealed,
as we struggle to break that very seal.
Like futile attempts at expressing emotions,
like futile attempts at maintaining devotion.

If our mechanism was to chatter one last time,
we would lay dead, no one to our aid.
I guess that ignorance really is bliss,
the kiss of innocence still planted,
but then I choose to punch you on the nose,
hoping to wake you,
And alert you to our monotonous footsteps,
like so much clockwork.

Garage Sale

Be having a garage sale this weekend. If u want some old clothes, dusty lamps or broken spectacles, pls email me. very reasonable pricing. i m also selling a chainsaw for $2 and a can for nails for 20 cents. Alternatively, you can say i m jus blabbering nonsense...

Under A Blanket Of Innocence

The stars are out in their naked glory, like pale babies at the point of birth. And when they squealed in cold, the night sky scattered and covered their fragile frames with a soft, woolly blanket, and us in the slow of the humid night, discovering that it was well worth the effort and the years of mind-sapping solitude to reach the sacred ground that we are treading upon now.

We spread the groundsheet upon the grassy land, and sat. We said nothing but little words lost in the magnitude of the fact staring straight at us in the face. To not enter the realm of defilement meritted us a pilgrimage here, and we are shrouded by clouds of comfort, and we are secured in the knowledge that we will spend a long time here, working with the most basic of tools to build us a rocket that will deliver us midst the stars. It will be long going, but I am sure we will ultimately make it.

The stars awake, and prepare to take their maiden flight to a different universe, and we will be there to join them before long...

Cassius

Cassius stood at the junction
of his traffic lights,
and squinted into the distance,
where an accident just occurred.
Towards the scene he travelled,
on his trusty foot.
He asked if anyone's called the cops,
and was pleased to hear someone did.
It was when he saw the bodies,
when he felt his stomach flip.
"Holy Mackerels" was his absurd reaction,
As one of the dead gave a cunning wink.
The other gave him the finger,
adorned with an amethyst ring.
Like all little boys would, he screamed
in fear.
His eyes filled up with terror,
his pants got wet (oh dear).
He sniffed and frowned,
gave 'Winky' a good kick,
right on the bum.
Outraged, those around grabbed his
flailling arms,
tried to stop him causing more harm.
But he struggled with absent rage,
tearing from those who disagreed,
Ran right into the busy street,
when a bike bowled him over,
flipping into a leaf-lined drain.
His body laid cold,
his tears also.
That was when the man with the ring
gave him a ring and said:
"Me coming for you..."

Judge, Jury, Executioner (a.k.a. the impotent tools of Justice)

Who's to judge me for the person i m but God? Do u pay rent to take up residence in my head and heart? If so, the rent is long overdued. What do u say to spiteful people who disregard others' lives? I shouldn't be standing in the docks, my hand on the Bible to tell the truth. They should, they will. If u really know me that well, reveal yourself and destroy my reputation in your powerless court of law. If not, limp away a bleeding serpent. I'll send for the vets, and ensure that they hold in their hands the potent force that will snuff ur life and the value of ur words out.