nai's rhetoric

24 good...



books bad.....


i love you agent bauer. you so fucking shuai and sibei sud loh!! kena torture like fuck, inject drugs, kena soldered, kena 1x jia let jia let by eastern european mafia, you still can somehow or another escape and kill everyone. you are an NBK MAN!! when i grow up, i want to be just like you.
except got 1 problem, i lagy scared of pain leh. how?
im a 24 whore..... season 3 mai tu liao

add/remove programmes
---> warcraft 3: the frozen throne
are you sure you want to uninstall Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne? (include saved maps and replays)
---> *click* *click* *click*
Uninstall Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne
---> ..........
---> light cigarette
---> *taps fingers*
Uninstall complete. Please reboot for changes to take effect.
---> whew...

*sniff* *sniff*

why does it have to be this way.
why cant we co-exist together?
after all that we've been through, we have to part like this.
you've helped me through my darkest days
you also created some of my darkest days.
but but you were always there when i needed you, espacially early in the morning 3 am, when i needed an urgent release.
unwavering, steadfast, you were always there.
i salute you.
---> puts cd in the drawer.

i need my mommy.

when we were young, kids wanted to be a lawyer, journalist, astronaut, pai kia, but i wanted to be an ice cream man. thats right. when i was young, i wanted to be like that uncle who sold ice cream at my school canteen. 20c potongs on a hot wednesday afternoon after a cut throat game of hopscotch soothes the nerves like no other. i thought he was uber cool loh.
then my mother wanted a lawyer in the family, so i decided i would be a lawyer. it didnt last very long. sometime in secondary school i thought i would definitely do journalism, for my love of literature and adventure. then a little later, i got intrigued with the human pyschic and wanted to do pyschology. thought it would be pretty cool to understand human behaviour. or even criminology (think csi). somehow or another all my idealism seemed to have ebbed over the years. now people ask me what im studying, i would reply rather sheeplishy: erm.. im doing finance. then that person would give me the look and probably think to himself: not another capitalist greedy bastard. *shrug* bo pian, when money talks, even bullshit can walk one. so so so, now im here in london, financial capital of europe studying finance.
i still consider myself an idealist. i still want to save the world and end proverty. eradicate malaria and find a cure for cancer. intervene in political strife and attempt to be the arbitrageur between them. run a marathon for terry fox and raise money for disabled kids. yes i would like to do all of those. but there is one problem. i also want a ferrari. you can see where the point of contention is. i cant help it, im a materialist. i have a soft spot for luxury goods. i like my paul smith accessories, my bally shoes, my hugo boss suits and my ermenegildo zegna italian silk ties. i want to sample the finest caviar and eat the rarest white truffles. all enjoyed over a glass of the most vintage clarets. viva la vie indeed. how? save the world or pump the ferrari?

what do you guys think?

in the begining, before the start of time and the creation of man, there was....

the dirty sink...

along came naiki, the mischievious god of erm.. mischief. he went around the gods realm playing tricks on them, causing no end of nusiance. one day he decided to test if there were still TRUE KINDNESS in this early world...thus with a flick of this magic pen and some 3M post it pads, he created...

the note.....

and lo behold, like magick, when he woke up the next day to find an amazing sight...



a clean kitchen sink...

TADA!!
*applause*

and naiki lived happily ever after.

22 years in singapore not a single hole in my shirt (Except the time i set my long 4 on fire and burnt a little hole) 2 months in london and 2 holes in 2 different shirts. must be the weather. getting sick of my daily cookings that almost always involve tomato sauce or black pepper sauce. went to pacha last night and had a pretty good time. nice posh place with lots of posh looking women. im running out of cigarettes and i have to depend on the goodwill of juan to tide me over till i go to germany and get some fresh supplies. i hate accounts. i miss my cat. i eat chocolate bars almost everyday, drink coffee in the morning, finish half a pack of fags a day. i love my lifestyle. uncontrolled hedonism. dont cast those disapproving looks at me, i dont need it and you can save it. im having funky dreams again. i dreamt of my ex. how weird. i want a 360 modena. if someone can tar-poa river valley wan ton mee for me i'll be eternally grateful. i used my french for the first time in public and by golly it worked like a charm. quelle est votre prenom? my stomach feels weird from all that oil i had on my beef spaghetti. i uninstalled warcraft but im thinking of installing commandoes 3. roald dahl is still one of my favourite authors. i liked the wonderful story of henry sugar the most. i think singapore should have literature class for all schools if we were to move towards a more 'thinking' society. oh wait maybe thats not what the CENSOR CENSOR CENSOR. actually, we should do away with the o levels completely and switch to the IB. when was the last time you did something for the first time? and why are people so afraid to step out of their comfort zone. my stomach really feels weird. i think if god created men without sexual desires, we should have explored the outer regions of the universe by now. but since we have it, might as well make the most of it. i wonder how women can get through their lives without ever knowing for such if what she felt was an orgasm. literature will solve all problems. the ahbengs dancing to techno at sparks were really quite ahead of the dance scene at that time. i cant tell the difference between house, trance and techno. it takes 2 days for a cigarette to absorb water from the tip to the filter. my room smells funky. you smell funky. funnky mounkey drunken monkey. our short term goals are all dictated by money. our long term goals do not differ much. i want to snowboard. i really want to snowboard. i dont know what the stars on my national flag represent. besides majulah singapura, i dont know the rest of the meaning of my national anthem. i feel a bit ashamed because of that. i feel more ashmed of myself for not making the effort to check that out. im stomach feels weird. -_-

You inhale the smell of cigarette filters
like drugs that reminds you of him
while the pillar was collapsing
there wasn't anyone around
And here didn't we lose our ground?

and one day you told me
'All things beautiful comes with an end'
I thought you meant my poems
Spring never took over, my dear
we played a game in our heads
The currents were manipulative
but I don't give a damn

everything's fine in the end
if it did ever came
Spring took over, technically
and we shiver under the dying sun
And you begin to worry about the end

So dearest, what's belief thrown down the stairs?

weeks fly by like those migrating flocks
i tried to bridle the wind cos'
something told me in my dreams
there's a place for us far from paradise
the one implanted in our heads
there we could be free

so i am scavenging under those stairs
for those dreams we had together
it shattered utterly, imperceptibly
we held each other like lovers
and shiver nonetheless

So dearest, I am picking up those bits and pieces

we all make promises we try to keep
doesn't turn us into hypocrites
no I don't panic behind my door
because you once told me
'All things beautiful comes with an end'


Written by: kervin. self proclaimed pessimistic optimist.

suspects: me, rob, and carolina
where: primrose hill, near regents park at camden town
what: fireworks fireworks and more fireworks
result: fricking awesome man. from where we were standing at primrose hill, we had a paranomic view london. from the city district to st.pauls to the london eye and there were just fireworks lighting up everywhere in the city including where we were at. i've never seen such a prolonged display of fireworks (you can thank singapore for that) and it was an awesome display. all in all it was a good night. :)


rob, carolina and me at primrose hill enjoying the paranomic sights and sounds.