When I rattle on my thought of independence

it writhes my consciousness in staccato.

If Independence can be categorized into Physical Independence and Mental Independence I am bloody sure I'll score a turd in the latter aspect. Or may be both.
Spending 6 years in boarding school definitely didn't expunge me from the list of sybaritic tyke.

I am still loath to do my laundry.
I need a slave.
I am irascible.
Don't you ever comment on my frailty if you don't want to taste my callous exasperation.

Although my mind constantly hypnotizing myself, saying I am a fully fledged teen and I can drink coca-cola as much as my dad does, in fact it isn't hard to find out the same inscrutable mind's avarice for being coddled by his mum.

ibu is a prettie. She has long and slender legs.

Well I get miffed when my mum calls me 5 times a day but still..ibu is ibu. She gotta do what she gotta do.
Like other housewives, my mum loves to tell me all the gossips in my neighbourhood. Indeed my sister finds it very mou liew and always complains my mum talks too loud to the phone, strangers on 10 streets away can hear my mum unbearable lovely laughter.

Nonetheless I think this is her kinda odd and unique modus operandi to let us know where we belong to after spending those countless days apart from the neighbourhood.

I totally inherited her leg gene.

Frankly I enjoy the way my mum starts our new day together with a cup of morning milk and the story of her friend's dentist daughter.

Ooy how about your squawk about being an independent and intelligent young man then?

Well I don't mind strangers peering at me in toilet as like I can feel their eyes burning a hole in the back of my head while I attempt to force out a pitiful amount of urine that can constitute a piss, if you consider this as a special part of deviated independence..

ye ken what ah'm saying?

Here it is the paroxysm of despondency when the ending of holidays chimed.
I appease my inscrutable chagrin, thinking the school will be bedecked with tennis girls in short white skirt.
I narcotize my fidgety loathing, imagining the lashing of exhilaration when you meet the familiar faces again.(like when Harry meets Ron and Hermione!)

But this is what I felt when the bus approaching SP bus station.

The miffed raid of adrenaline.
Involuntary throbbing of my gluteus maximus.
The dour squawk of arteries. I didn't even notice my mp4 ran out of battery.
Callous freezing of my feet. I contracted my toes spontaneously.

Yea I was in orgasm physically but languished in the deadpan oblivion sexually.
I was bloody nervous.
How ludicrous.

Deep down I know I don't like being a dentist anymore.

The bespoke blue suit doesn't deserve an oaf.
Delirium.
Give me some Veronal.

I guess it's time to go home

I don't know but if you ask me specifically do I miss home?
I don't think so.

People judge.
Everyone does.
A photo.A word.A decision.An expression.
That's the reason people always don't understand the reality.
They believe what they think and what they see and they make the judgement hastily without giving the effort to understand you better or deeper.
What a rushing world.Absurdity.Fake.

Yes JohnMayer I live so well in my imagination too.

I barely step out from my room after the final exam.

(Go ahead with your little judgement.sick.sociophobia.what-screwyourlittlestinkingtongueidon't fuckingcare-ever)

The hectic living schedule evacuate my soul.
The way they build up the interactions just make me so..exhausted.
So many people out there don't give a shit to themselves.
They just go out having fanatic fun and die in bed when the moon says hello.
That's how the youth rock the world,you said.

Well you want to know my thought?
I would rather extract my teeth one by one without any anaesthesia.
(No that's just kidding.I can't abide the kind of agony.)

He is Tyler. I gave birth to my baby when the final started.

He grows 3cm in one day, and I feed him with just water.
Sadly I am uncertain that I can see the budding of my wit after 21 years of nutrition and education.

Anyway. Just go home.

The place where you were born.
Then figure out a way to furbish your man suit.
I think reading is a pretty smart way.

"Didn't you realize that each of us is a sacred,unique snowflake of special unique specialness?"- Chuck Palahniuk.

Recipe

Thing about Fight Club is
You get the points
You'll be so trapped in Tyler Durden's illustration.

If you don't
Then go back and lick your 12 years education.

Starter For Ten

That book was hilarious.
(Somehow I think the movie was a little bit...vapid.)

But I was freaking astounded that Shanmugam came to my mind when the author introduced the main character Brian Jackson.

Give me indigenous astonishment.
Flash.

So practically I just envisaged Shan doing all those things in my eyes.
"The ironic thing is, I actually am a vicar!"
Shan is a vicar?!
"For a moment I find myself contemplating the politics of this black lacy bra."
Shan is thinking about bra?!

Give me restraint.
Flash.

Let me show you their similarities.

1.Hair
Brian thinks his hair looks like a large bell. Well his friend Tone describes it as the end of a knob.
HAHAHAHA.lmao.
Shan's hair was like that before his extreme make-over ok.

2.Brian has his father's jacket in his wardrobe.
Shan showed me his father/uncle clothes before.

3.Brian knows all the movie actors/actress.
Brian describes guy who runs five miles carrying a load of library books(fit and clever) as Dustin Hoffman in Marathon Man.
Like may be Shan'll say 'Clement is the Daniel Radcliffe in Harry Potter when he smiles' instead of 'Clement is showing a BIGFAT grin'.
Or Shan'll say 'Clement is Taylor Lautner' instead of 'his brawn is as BIG(HAHAHA) as his head'.

Give me brazenness

Flash.

4.Sport
Brian goes sport after he falls in love with a girl named Alice.
Shan starts doing sport after _______________.

5.Knowledge
Brian knows R.J.Mitchell the aeronautical engineer died in 1937.
Shan knows lot of weird stuffs too. Like this "..Imperial Russian Navy's flagship in the Battle of Tsushima, during the Russo-Japanese War of 1904-1905. "

(wth is that)

6.Joke
Seems like Brian is the only one who understand his own jokes in the book. Alice always laugh awkwardly after Brian explained that it was actually a joke.
Sometimes I'll just stare at Shan, murmuring in my heart: Is that a statement or a joke? Because his always give you the same face!

Give me a good night yawn.
Flash.

What if dreams come true.

I woke up on Monday morning. 3 am.
I had threesome and oral sex with 2 classmates.
The third person must be a stranger. It's the rule.
It was a dream. I checked my pants.
It didn't get stained.

I woke up on Tuesday morning. 5 am.
My classmate lifted me up.
By holding my fully erected penis.
It was a dream. I smirked.
That particular classmate fully gained my attention the whole day in class.

I woke up on Wednesday evening. 6 pm.
Thinking. I am Joe's shivering testicle.
It was Fight Club. I touched my crotch.
I know because Tyler knows.

I woke up on Thursday afternoon. 3 pm.
Used to love the name Poison Ivy in Batman.
I have Poison Tears. Eye infection.
So don't fuck with me.
But the world seems more fantasy.
Nasty human looks a little bit cute in my eyeball, right side.
I still can see the menacing civilization at my left side.
How?

I woke up on Thursday again. It's still young night.
I can barely see the luminous moon.
Singing Don't Stop Believing so loud.
It was a dream.
I know because I only sing to my nostrils.
Never to my ears.

I woke up on Friday morning. 7 am.
Melvin said he was 15 years old.
Hilary Duff said she was 29 years old.
We were casting in a movie.
It was my dream again.I said.
Dear Friday. Dear Ferguson.

Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection

That's why they feel so intoxicated when they come closer to the popular colony, the perfect dependency.
They pretend like they have the same taste as the king of the popular gang.
Seems like it makes them more perfect.

Or they hate the same person for no reason, just because the so-called-perfect people doesn't like that particular human being.

Sigh.
They are so pathetic.
Even the new born baby owns much more freedom than them.
At least babies can cry whenever they feel hurt.
They only can keep their tears to their bottom of hearts.

Do not lost yourself in the nugatory matters of life.
We all miss the kindergarden-original-type of you.
At least I do.

A quotation from "Fight Club":
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.