"Eroticise Intelligence": Archive

"Eroticise Intelligence"

December 2011

2 posts

Trance. Booze. Sex.

November 2011

2 posts

Sometimes it feels like I might as well just turn around and give in Cos you’re not here where you should be. Not here, right beside me.

October 2011

12 posts

We are players in a game we don’t understand. Most of our own thinking is below awareness. Fifty years ago, people may have assumed we are captains of our own ships, but, in fact, our behaviour is often aroused by context in ways we can’t see. Our biases frequently cause us to want the wrong things. Our perceptions and memories are slippery, especially about our own mental states. Our free...

Never thought I’d be required to do a split.

I’m sorry, but how do you play this again?

There’s just something about a guy with a statement timepiece wrapped around his wrist.

because Above & Beyond

"Shortage of question papers forces NUS to cancel...

September 2011

34 posts

God fucking damn it.

Look, even I’m dying on the inside but do you know it absolutely kills me to see the people I really care for in such a state — harbouring such vile (and untrue) impressions of themselves, doubting their abilities and existence, being all harsh on themselves. Fuck this shit man.

If there's a God somewhere,

please, don’t wake me up from sleep. I can’t take it any longer.

Not everybody can eat like you guys and stay...

There is a place in the deepest pits of hell just for people who intentionally or unintentionally ruin my diet.

Please believe me. If you don’t need me, I’m going, but I need a little time. I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wineeeeee

Einmal ist keinmal.

“What happens but once, might as well not have happened at all. If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.” Bam.

Before starting on my assignment (which is due in a few hours) I’d like to say that I want to migrate to a place where time has allegedly stopped — like Cuba. I’d start a few schools by the beach, pro bono, to enlighten the local children about the good things of reading, thinking and imagining. And dreaming. I’d have my own backyard where I’d raise my own livestock....

Anderson Cooper.

No, seriously. How is he 44?

I think I may require Gastric Banding

because I’m eating EVERYTHING in sight. And not exercising.

Need to start to fucking eat right. →

“Grief is the price we pay for love.”

I've no fucking idea how

I gained 4kg in 10 days. Fuck this fluctuating weight shit. Fuck the festivities. Fuck.

The Falling Man

“The Falling Man” is a photograph taken by Richard Drew at 9:41:15 a.m., on September 11, 2001 of a man falling from the World Trade Center during the September 11 attacks in New York City. The man in the photohraph remains unknown. The picture is deceptive, however, as it suggest that man was falling straight down, however, this is just one of many photographs of his fall. It is evident ...

Probably rubbed my left eye little too hard when I woke up this morning because on what basis, I still fail to comprehend why there’s a scratch on the surface of my left eyeball. It’s fucking killing me. I can’t look towards my right peripheral without having to tear up, wince and go all ballistic trying to shut my left eyelid.

You know what agitates me?

A good looking guy/girl with absolutely no dress sense.

The awkward moment when in heels, you’re taller than most (local) guys at the club.