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Friday, May 06, 2005

I suppose I could rant about by maths paper

nah.

Decided that today marked the end of the significant part of CT, and went to HMV today. No regrets after buying (What's the story) Morning Glory by Oasis (none at all). Binggy spent 7o+ bucks, the liquid person he is ><. Anyway from the number of people you see there, 75% of people who patronise are HMV, 25% from the raffles schools, 25% from deyi secondary, 25% from acsi (and very very few people spend more than 50 bucks at one go).

Mos burger beckoned with pretty packaging, small portions and inappropriate prices (how japanese =/). Went to the library to pay my fines since that's the only library that allows payment by ezlink; the singapore government earned $6.30 of my money...

yes, lit does count. why else the 'special' passages (so cleverly marked)

Singapore is a nation of perpetual air-conditioning. We awaken in refrigerated rooms and the cold blast of reality deals a glancing blow to the collective mentality (no, alarm clocks don't work either). Semi-comatose, we travel in rectangular hearses, confidently carving out ever-deeper ruts. They say all roads lead to rome but they never left rome in the first place; similarly the maze of our imagination expands exponentially while the world shrinks to a naked singularity (that's why one can be awakened in the night by a call from an ex-lover and yet feel merely mildly surprised). Like a kitchen blender gone haywire we revolve in ever-shrinking orbits.

Angular velocity is inversely proportional to radius
We accelerate thinking it progress
Ballerinas do that too,
Chemically ecstatic (QED)


We would see the universe spiralling into entropy (Newton was wise) if not for apple in our hands, apple in our ears, apple in our hearts. Similarly, I wear a latin motto by my heart but it is dead. The latin, I mean. There are faces beyond the window, thousands of faces bowing and praying to the neon idol they made, seized by the rapture of enforced self-fulfilment.

On closer inspection I see a mirror.

This is where I get off. Oh, you too? Don't stare like that. How do you tell the difference between the hexagons of a honeycomb if not for the people? What do you mean what people? You aren't going to enjoy it, this happiness I've found. You'd rather stay for the air-con eh? Its free. Pick up your brain as you leave.

On closer inspection I see a mirror

Well baby, you're gonna be the one that saves me.

Somebody said that at 9:17 PM

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