On the Other Side of Midnight (Plate 4)

I am enslaved by my silent hell.

A Brief Synopsis of The End

Did this the other day. It’s a bit like fighting to the end boss of a Nintendo game and being greeted by a lukewarm anticlimactic message of how you’ve reached the end of it, and now you’re finally faced with the possibility of real life crashing down on you once you flick off that power switch.

Personally, I would prefer a message that went:

Registration for Graduation Complete.
For a CCTV video montage of all the happy times you’ve had (whilst at our most esteemed University), click here.
For a powerpoint presentation of all the melancholic moments you’ve had (whilst at our most esteemed University), click here.
For a webcam lecture of all the shitty-oh-my-god moments you’ve had (whilst at our most esteemed University), click here.

Please be reminded that you’re about to Enter the Real World, so get ready (You better be baby!) to be Ass-fucked Haaa-rd by the Capitalist Economy (Don’t forget to Bend Over and Say, with Mucho Gusto, Muchas Gracias!!)

If necessary or in doubt, don’t forget the timeless mantra of the Universe: Go Fuck Yourself!

So long, and Thanks for the $$$ (Oh and don’t forget to join the Alumni okay? Don’t forget ah!)

Please check that your matric no. appears under the FFG-List.

Back to Main Menu.

P.S.: Good Luck with The Rest of Your Life. Most probably, it’ll be…utter shit.

Ahem

Hey. I’m lazy and am not compelled to write a blog post.
Unfortunately, history was made, and so I’m compromised by a reality-upon-which-I-partake-existence-in to duly note that Obaaaaamaaaaa got Totally In-Au-Gu-Rated BABY~~

Besides being lazy, I’m also in the middle of writing off 2 stories, and doing a bunch of digital designs for the-fun-of-it. On top of that, there’s thesis contemplating, and more thesis contemplating. Ah, student life and its pleasantries – despairs and dreams and death, death, death.

In other news, when I told news of my decision to work for the gah-men to my supervisor, his response was perpetually unexpected and horrific. Most of which, involved overly enthusiastic nodding, and the slamming of palms on his table, going: Good, Good, very Good Choice!

And here I was thinking sociologists would stand together against The Establishment.
Like that how can?
Lan lan lor.

The Messiah’s Call to Affirmative Greatness

…and now, Lords and Ladies, the Deluded Singing Minstrels of Forsaken Realities bring you their Acclaimed Rendition of:

The Messiah’s Call to Affirmative Greatness
(as chanted by the Greatly Booming Enlightened Parent Leaders)

STARRING:
KHAR-RIKK (the Misguided Contemplator of Resolute Discontent)
THE FATHER (the Soothsayer of Things-That-Should-Most-Probably-Come)
THE MOTHER (the Lady of Sacred Sayings and Truthful Enchantments)

KHAR-RIKK
The fact is that Time is in a hurry,
And swells with hasty gales;
Sooner than later I’ll be a-graduating
My degree conferred and mailed -
And this is disturbing, because, really
I know not where to sail.

THE FATHER
Fret not! Despairing Youngling!
For there is always Hope and Grace
The Primal Solution for the Matter:
Is simply a “Job” (with Taste!)

THE MOTHER
Indeed your Father is right my boy,
For tis’ all Fine and True!
His bullshit makes the flowers grow;
And that’s enough proof for you!

THE FATHER + THE MOTHER
The Gah-Men! The Gah-Men!
The Gah-Men has Jobs for you!
Become a Teacher! Join the Army! Be an Ambassador to Peru!
The Gah-Men! The Gah-Men!
The Gah-Men will see you through!

The Gah-Men! The Gah-Men!
The Gah-Men holds your Fate!
To the Gah-Men! To the Gah-men!
Before it’s too late!

There’s a moment of silence
Upon which Khar-rikk tries to decide
And the Father scorned
And the Mother forlorned
Whilst the Contemplator contemplated…Suicide

KHAR-RIKK
Fuck lah…

On the Other Side of Midnight (Plate 3)

in twilight the heavens coruscate and
slowly
I am filled with
frightening fear
frantically furiously ferociously forcefully
I fight this torment of faithless pain and fury
sweetened by the strange allure of foreboding fleshless
madness.

Terrifying Experiences with Killer Doors

I ended 2008 by bumping my head against a SBS door as it closed and I rushed out after scanning my transitlink and I found my forehead smacking against the top of it because I’m too bloody tall and the door’s too bloody short and fuck it hurts it hurts it fucking hurts.
Otherwise, the journey was pretty okay.

Which basically sums up the year for me.

Overall, enjoyable journey, with occasional bumps along the way.

and now, for an email to 2009 as a preface for the rest of the year:

Hey 2009, thanks for reminding me that there’re always better days ahead, and life’s too short for shit. What’s up for me this year? I’m up for graduation. I think that besides conferring the degree to me, they should also give me a free “You’re officially a-fucked” oversized Tee-shirt to rub in the anguish of me entering the capitalist economy without a revolutionary cause. Humbug!

Also, I think I should be entitled to a year’s supply of inspirational memos and weird hairstyles.
Just because.

Additional Degree Information: I will get to wear a funny hat and pretend that I look good in bed sheets. It’s true!

In my dreams, I have graduated and am officially jobless. Wanna start a company with me? We’ll call ourselves “The Campaign against Ruthless SBS doors” and we’ll systematically dislodge these useless things with our bare hands and people will clap heartily at our efforts to make travel safer. They will throw hundreds of dollars at us. We will be rich!

Also, I’ve had a thumping Reggae beat stuck in my head all day.

(This particular email refers to a new hope for the year, and also refers to funny hats and weird hairstyles, which are both important as well)