Part 2.

He slowly, triumphantly plucked a cherry off its stem. “Ultimately, you’re going to have to make a choice at some point in your life. And that choice is to decide: Do you want to find a woman to spend your life with and make a family together? Or do you want to keep giving in to your impulses and continuing to have sexual adventures and relationships of varying lengths until you can’t anymore?”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a choice.”

He popped the cherry into his mouth and sat contentedly on the sofa. I used to think that his slow gestures and exaggeratedly calm demeanor were on affectation, a sign of faux spirituality. But I’d since come to envy his stillness of mind.

“So let’s say I choose to be with a woman forever.” I continued. “You’re saying that I need to make that relationship a project and devote the energy I once used chasing women to getting better at it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, and?” He was holding out on me.

“And the challenge is to find a woman you love who not only loves you in return but is also willing to work with you on this life project.”

“That’s easier said than done. How do you know when you’ve found the right person?”

“When you’re with someone you grow closer to over time instead of apart from,” he said. “A lot of people make the mistake of trying to defend principles in relationships. My goal is long-term happiness. And I make choices that aren’t going to undermine that goal. Even if it means giving up a freedom in exchange.”

“Man, that’s scary.” I hated that he was winning. I hated that the answer had the word ‘work’ in it. I hated the idea of making a decision that closed other doors of possibility and experience behind it.

“Or exciting. As with learning anything, it will be difficult and there will be obstacles, but eventually you’ll master it. And you’ll find a strength and confidence that no amount of one-night stands can ever give you.”

The above is adapted from The Rules of the Game, by Neil Strauss.

Part 1.

In the days that followed, I sifted through the conversation in my mind, searching for answers. I talked to men and women everywhere I went, asking each the same question: “If you didn’t have to worry about having children and you didn’t need someone to take care of you when you were older, would you still get married?”

Most men said no. Most women said yes. And that was when I realized that the traditional relationship model is defined by a woman’s needs, not a man’s.

Then I started asking a new question: “Let’s say you met someone, clicked on every level, and wanted to date this person. But the person said that after two years, he or she would disappear from your life forever and there was nothing you could do about it. Would you still date this person?”

Most women said no. Most men said yes — some even said that the scenario would be ideal.

So where does that leave the “one woman, one man, happily ever after” myth that is the basis of our entire civilization? Apparently, on an unbalanced scale, because the natural instincts of men seem to alternate between periods of love relationships and periods of hedonistic bachelorhood, with some traumatized kids thrown in as an evolutionary imperative.

When I next met my friend, I shared my conclusion. “That’s kind of a sad way to live one’s life,” he said.

“Yeah, the problem is that’s exactly how I’ve been living mine. Except for the kids part. I don’t want to traumatize them, so I’m waiting until I figure out a solution to this whole relationship dilemma that satisfies the needs of both sexes.”

“You’d make a good politician,” he said, not as a compliment. “You’re the type of guy who can’t kill a fly, a bee, or a cockroach himself, but has no problem hiring an exterminator to kill a whole swarm of them.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he said, settling down his bottle of water, “that your ethics are fucked up.”

The above is adapted from The Rules of the Game, by Neil Strauss.

Disqualified from beneath the knees.

The more photos i take, the lazier i get, the less i upload. You can’t blame human instinct.

Despite the anxiety among the j2s incessantly mugging for prelims, which is fyi 15 days away, i’ve spaced myself out and surprisingly found room for myself to get inspired by the little things we humans do.

It’s simple, just observe.

The Sun got my candy lookin’ good enough to eat.

So that was 2 questions on vectors from the ten year series & 1 gp essay mindmap. Plus i’ve found my econs question 5b suggested essay outline. It feels like i’ve accomplished so much, but quantitatively shit’s pathetic. I should be feeling.. like, inadequacy. This is clear proof of my incompetency when it comes to homework. I don’t know. I feel deficient, self-disqualified, and so incapable.

‘This is a phase that every jc student goes through.’

This will be exactly what the school counsellor says to you when you barge into room b1-02 and complain about homework stress. So if you’re fed up with your life and i catch you entering the cave (with a red door) opposite lt2, i’ve GOT TO say you’re stupid. Sorry, you should come and consult me instead. What you need is two tight slaps and some rap music, not overly general advice over distorted classical pieces played through cheap-ass speakers.

My chem teacher’s attitude has been getting flagrant, making a big fuss outta the smallest things that one could ever do – not putting on the collar pin. Hair issues don’t give you the rights to speak like a bimbo. Oh if you’re so tough, you shouldn’t be doing a feminine subject like chemistry, in which you make mistakes that can be easily spotted by the h2 people. Me being h1, i can’t talk big shit. But you’re being mentally weak, go teach phonics. Nursery rhymes apply too, if you’re interested.

Okay. Enough bitching. \\ Curtain call.

Paper plates on a Sunday night.

Pretty much nobody cares about this supposedly dead blog anymore. From 71 views in 1 day to 1 view in 3 days (which means 0.333 views a day), that’s like, that’s about a 99.5% decrease. I’m here to revive this site, so y’all better ‘preciate it cus i feel like the only person alive in this muggosphere. If you’re still there, let me hear you say YAY (think acid camp). Quoting will smith, ‘you are not alone’.

That was two times in the cinema for one week, and for the same movie. Dark knight was great, so good that i was craving for this second instalment of the new batman series, even when i was watching it the second time, and paid almost double the price. Joker had classmates repeatedly saying ‘why so serious?’ & ‘i’ll make you smile forever’. Being an inexperienced movie critic, all i can say is that i’ll give it 5 out of 5 stars. So if you haven’t caught it, you’re just being a square.

Oh, before i forget, i’ve realized how stupid, how dumb i was to believe in some people so much (this isn’t a matter of IQ), and how i could go on ignoring the shit that they’ve been doing. Ha, i was just about to become verbally violent, but i’ve abstained from it. Again and again, i’ve been asking myself, what’s the point holding back and trying to keep the hate on the low, hoping that one day they’ll understand. So mark my words, i won’t and don’t give two fucks about you. On second thought, maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe just one.

On a happier note, to all the people out there who’ve shown love, i thank you. P.S. This was deliberately put in to neutralize the negative connotations i’ve added in the previous sentences.. Nah, actually, i’m serious. :)

‘Baby your interior / So soft and smooth like leather seats / I like the way your speakers tweak / Baby it’s your exterior / Drippin’ wet, i like your paint, your duo-exhaust is off the chain / Bring it to my body shop / Let me be your mechanic / Girl, let me under that hood and i’m gonna fix that damage.’ Atozzio on ‘Body Shop’

Triple beams; 4-5 deep.

Okay i gotta be fast here. Ain’t supposed to be using the computer, but my parents are out, so what the heck. My parents have decided to keep my freedom on the low, so what the heck. I’m off now, blog late or later. Mug hard, people. (I do it cus i have no choice.)

It’s all about pocket (yeah, pocket) science.

I’m left with 4 econs case studies to complete. The finish line is still.. far ahead. Do wish me the best of luck cus it’s due on THURSDAY. Zomfg.

Lessons are still as boring. You don’t know how much i long for the weekends every weekday. It’s immeasurable. All i can think about is lying in my comfy bed and sleep my way through the ‘A’ levels, till december if possible. Block test results have once again robbed me of my self-assurance. Judging by the scores, i don’t think i’ll do well for prelims anyway. Talk about building up some fucking confidence, why not talk about the unfair marking schemes that stuck-up teachers possess as a weapon to eliminate us academically?

No more ranting. I’m gonna print a t-shirt with the words ‘Let’s mug.’ in front and ‘Got tips?’ at the back.

Yeah, serene, i’ve caught the terminal disease.

Two words: Ha ha.

Homework has started to pile up ever since monday. I’ve totally lost my motivation to mug after the block test. So good luck to me for the prelims unless i get that urge to pick up my lecture notes tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or the day after the day after tomorrow. For all those complaining about their screwed up block test results so far, you are not alone. Although i’ve passed chem (finally finally FINALLY), all the other subjects are destined for a U/S/E grade. Fat hope to me if my expectation of better results ‘appreciates’.

I’m bored. Everyone’s mugging for Infamous A‘s re-re-test. Makes sense. Who the heck wants to do a re-re-re-test.

Well, i guess mugging’s contagious.

Someone pass the disease to me.