me wax a rather balmy lyrical

While I contemplate what to write about and lest you chafe at the bit, let me leave you with this to think about.

And because my brain draws a blank, for all I know (and what's its worth, says you), maybe its true; Empty vessels makes the most noise

But to chasten the myth that you bequethen me; me life I impose upon by humbug

so boo you

And today I wax lyrical through ostentatious nonsensical. Coz when life throws me lemons, I make lemonade.

and I am infantile like that.

Negating This Foreboding

Because Ron says

Jaguar Paw says:
so rahman, nothing else has changed in the last 5mins just that the my respect for you have gone up..

XX, Nura, Joe and now Ron. them are the reason why I am indifferent to making new friends. Them who stands by me, as we traverse and meander through those intricately-woven trek that's called life.

Sunday was a sigh of relief. Monday was an affirmation. Tuesday is liberation.

Thanks buddies.

The act of chivalry is sexist?

Had a rather engaging conversation with a friend some time back, who proclaimed that the act of chivalry is sexist. Of which, I adamantly stood to my ground (in my attempt to nullify); infusing in a rather interesting skirmish.

In some ways or another, growing up, I have been inculcated with the gentlemanly act. Gallantly opening doors, offering a helping hand for heavy objects, etc. So my friend said “So by that act of yours, are you telling me that those women are not capable to do it by themselves? Are you telling me they are the weaker gender?”

I felt rather insulted to be honest. Given my moral code of conduct judged and lambasted. He continued on his tirade of reasoning to dispel and stir my beliefs. So yes, the civil world has revolutionized. Women are pushing the envelope in their attempt to fight for equal rights. Of which, I have no issue. For I am a believer in equal rights; regardless of race, gender, age, etc. But to what extend should society compromise its conduct in accordance to behavioral changes? For I know a good number of women who are somewhat feminist, yet have no issues with the act chivalry. Why then are there a handful of women who, without any hint of displeasure, encouragingly coo “So and so is such a gentleman!”? So yes, if you have noticed, my statements are based on opinion and not real statistics. But my experiences/observances are validated and should not be a cause to debunk this debate.

A case in point is a female colleague of mine, A (who admitted on having some feministic tendencies), who loathed yesterday lunch out with me as I cajoled her into a conversation over issues on politics and sexism (to which I acquiesced her into agreeing with my view, I’m draconian that way). She agrees that the act of chivalry is sexist but has no issues to the act itself, in fact condoning it. (I shall not dwell on the fact that she would vote for a female president; on grounds of capability and that the candidate is female). So now, a somewhat feminist, who thinks that a gentleman is sexist, yet permitting the act. Contradicting no?

So my take is, the act of chivalry is not sexist, so long as one does not do it on a notion that women are incapable of carrying out the action by themselves. Some moral conduct need not change due to a cause of revolution. For revolution itself, has caused what used to be black and white, turn grey. In the mean time, I shall continue opening the doors to the women in the world. Brand me a sexist. So be it.

my inhibited enthusiasm

its 12.15am. rise and shine at 5.15am. the dreaded day inching its way into this dreaded bones.

reservist

*shudders*

*convulse reaction*

camp located in tuas. far off from any scent of civilisation. its been 4 too long years since i last served the nation. I hate donning the uniform (think allergic reaction). I loathe staying in camp for 5 long days (think liberation or lack thereof). I abhore regimental orders in any form (think draconian).

reservist
*shudders*
*convulse reaction*

till then wish me well. and i'll be back to whine and winge of my ordeal

Speaketh the swinging single

Pot luck party last Saturday at Nura’s with my poly gin gang. Its dampening to know that my gang of friends seems to be dwindling down as we wrinkle with age. Numbers that just whittled to the keenly loyal few. I take comfort that quality precedes over quantity or maybe that’s just my subterfuge to mask my lack of social life, as I get sucked in to this wicked rat race.

I shall not talk about food. Coz Shawn had to up the ante by preparing a premium grade tuna fish when I made it all loud and clear that I am gonna be bringing fish! 3 damned cod fishes mind you! (So I lose)

My trivial rinky-dink petty issue aside, what I shall dwell upon is the fact that all of my friends are happily attached. Key word here is HAPPILY. (You sure as hell can guess that I’m left to resort to fuddy-duddy attributes that everyone who’s attached sure as hell won’t be happy). Now that Ron is in Australia, I’m the sole survivor of the Singles Club (YAY Me!!) And now I feel as lonely as Saddam Hussein when he was hiding in his hole. Woe is I.

I hold on to the premise of living in an unencumbered liberation. Where I’m totally devoid of going through the typical emotional baggage that’s unfortunately concomitantly exist in a relationship. But now, somehow, my premise, which hitherto was rock solid, is giving way to shaky grounds. But finding a girlfriend is just too troublesome. Especially when everytime I see a girl I fancy, the word “emotional roller-coaster” just rings to my ears.

Maybe I’m destined to die a bachelor. Die all alone and decompose till someone realizes that the filled-with-grouse-ah-pek died coz his house is filled with stench. It’s a waste not to propagate my premium seeds for the betterment of the world’s future (I’m sure its a better future when you see little Rahmans running around). And I better do so before I reach that state of erectile dysfunctional syndrome. And that I will, till eBay starts auctioning girls on line.

Note: to bra-burning feminist out there, I’m just joking. But if eBay does plot that stage, I can’t promise that I would not engage. =)

squiggling out of this pyre

And so I’m back. To revive and rouse this partial defunct blog of mine.

Restructuring, retrenchment, reshuffle…words that when uttered, would send employees into a mass frenzy. So today, word has it, 3-4 people from my branch might be relocated to Holland Village. That when uttered, gave me that sinking feeling to the pit of my stomach. That when uttered, to which once thought to be an inconceivable putative motive, is now validated by means of verbal affirmation. That when uttered, gave rise to speculation of the possible few that will go. And perhaps, when uttered, make me run back to the solace of my blog.

So now I’m in a juxtaposition of contrasting emotions. Yesterday we were all on the high, as we talked about love, lust, sex, infidelity, marriage & of course that hotly debated topic SG Girl. Yesterday I laughed till I was sent cramped and had to clench my funny bones. Today the taboo word was bespoken. Today the word spiraled me down to the abyss of this heart. Drama Drama Drama

I would give an arm not to get my ass to Holland Village and here’s why:
1) It is too far
2) Im cutting cost right now and paying additional taxi fare to Holland village defeats my objective.
3) If I do take a train, I have to stand for longer time.

Ok enough trifling reasons. Coz for now, I shall just wait with much palpitated breath, hoping that the storm will soon abate.

Ps: Jo, there u go, an update..

PFFTTT!!

I wrote a bloody long entry and everything just got deleted! Damnit!!!

Its been a tiring day and I'm mentally and physically drained. Trust blogger to further pile the shit on top of the shit hole that I am currently stuck in.

Just quickly, I cant stand people who talks to me in a condescending manner. Does your local degree come with a free asthetic surgery to permanently point your nose to the sky? Time to get off from that high horse you are planted on. If you dont, I'll gladly get on the polo turf, with my matchet, to knock you down.

When I give you non-committal answers, that does not constitute to a conversation, stupid!