KNN Weather Report

Ah. What loveliest tropical equatorial climate we Singaporeans live in. These days, I’ve taken to mentally noting down our local weather conditions.
A typical (expletive-ridden) day runs as follows:

Morning
Farking hot. Hot. Farking. Farking. Hot. Like. Shit. Fark. Hot. Damn hot. Need. Air-con. Now. Fark. Sweat. Like. Pig. Shit. Farking Hot lah.

Afternoon
Farking raining. Farking. Windy. Horizontal. Farking hell. Rain. Farking useless umbrella-ella-ella. Fark. Shit. Rain. Need shelter. Now. Farking. Wet. Like Pig. Farking raining siah.

Early Evening
Wah actually quite cool leh. Not so bad hor.

Evening
Farking hot again man. Fark lah. knn. Hopeless shit. Fark. Farking global warming shit.

Go to bed. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum. nb…

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In other news, I’m in the midst of thesis hell. I’m about a few yards from base camp on Mount Thesis, and yes, I’m likening the trip to the Everest Southeast ridge route. Because writing a thesis requires one to continually go back and forth between the camps to acclimatize, before attempting that final summit push, all the whilst exclaiming to yourself: “Remind me. Why the hell am I doing this again?” There’s been more than a few times I’ve been tempted to go base jumping off precarious cliffs; but alas, the thought of summiting prevents me so.

But the knn weather _is_ killing me.

They Never Knew the Ending

The love affair for Robert Schumann ended with a bang, when she exploded into a million pieces of meat. All Schumann was left standing with were the soft tethering remains of her smouldering intestinal tract, a gory mixture of her flaming exposed brain matter, and the spattered leftovers of her broken arms; the last of which, he clung onto, embracing dearly, as tears of seething disbelief streamed down his own, blood, smattered, face.

In the distance, the baby cried as well, as its first formed memories were of unquenchable bloodlust and nationalist sacrifice, both of which, laid safely behind the belligerent logic of tactical artillery bombardments; tucked away from the rest of humanity.

Sometimes You Wish for a Ski Lift to Motor You Away

And so, thesis writing begins. It’s been a harrowing six-month-long journey of data collecting, and I’m about to be done in a few weeks or so. What’s left is the rather daunting task of making sense of it, and transposing “all of it” down onto paper. I’m actually keeping a field diary of sorts, and I’ll try posting a few reflections from it once I actually do have the time.

Anyhow, I’m down with the mandatory CNY flu bug, what with all the non-stop bak kwa and pineapple tart chomping. So it’s me and Kleenex and some severely cannot-make-it to-do lists of things that I really need to be bothered with.

In terms of updates, they should be slowing down for a bit for the next few weeks or so.
I’ll be wrapping up “On the Other Side of Midnight” pretty soon, and I’ll make the plates all fall under a single post once I’m done, so that you wouldn’t need to scroll your way around for the story. I’ve got another graphic etching series in the works (hurrah), so that’ll start once OOSM ends.

Till then, I’m off to scale the heights of Mount Thesis~