tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60173062012-02-16T23:30:54.858+08:00euphemistic innocence.Eu`phe*mis"tic\, Euphemistical \Eu`phe*mis"tic*al\, a. (yf-mzm)n.The act or an example of substituting a mild, indirect, or vague term for one considered harsh, blunt, or offensive: \In"no*cence\, n. [F. innocence, L. innocentia. See Innocent.] 1. NOT meajytnoreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-56712128602553470222007-12-18T12:58:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:25:27.071+08:00i'm back. a good one and a half years after i've declared that the blog ain't defunct.It's been an eventful year. It's almost 2008 and in retrospect, a lot of things have had happened. One is my inability to converse in proper sentences due to the lack of verbal erudition.ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1150300423456750082006-06-14T23:52:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:25:38.812+08:00THIS SITE AIN'T DEFUNCT. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN.ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1131784994860081032005-11-12T16:04:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:25:38.812+08:00Amazing, i'm back again - 6 months later at that. jsut came back from australia last week. and i'm almost done with my week of off in-lieu! played loads of hockey, ate too much stuff, and sleep thru too many things this past week. Almost feel guilty that i've not been reporting to camp. but hey, when they tell you to clear your off, you joly well clear it i say. beats me having 14 more days of ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1116943537095681172005-05-24T21:59:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:25:38.812+08:00it's that feeling again. brain vs heart showdown. why must those two things be in the same body indeed... the brain and the heart... the rational and irrational.. the yin and yang.. the bim and bam.. oh well.. not much for words now..ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1113199188480452962005-04-11T13:53:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:25:38.813+08:00Emotional vodka.I’m 19 and indifferent. Have you ever felt like this before? Felt so indifferent. Felt so out of place, but yet somehow everything seems to be perfect. In some grand intervention when God closes a door, He opens a window. And even though that window is not as large as that door, it seems to be just enough. That moment. You’re meant to stay put on that side of the room and only useajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1113199853403764722005-03-31T14:09:00.000+08:002005-04-11T14:10:53.406+08:00Sometimes you feel as if life is going on too fast. Your life seems to go so slowly in comparison that people cannot have to look on you differently. Some people are so caught up with wanting to do something that they end up doing nothing. I’m afraid that I may fall into that trap. You dun have to tell me for me to see wad I’m doing wrong. Let me repeat that again some people are so caught up ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1113199771431315322005-03-31T14:08:00.000+08:002005-04-11T14:09:31.433+08:00Everybody aspires to be somebody sometime. Some emotionally disjoint individuals find it extremely difficult to get over certain disjoint events in their lives. You may know yourself but you make not know how you seem like or look like to other people. If you want to you the fact that people would fear the unknown it becomes silly. There’s somebody inside everybody whom makes that somebody the ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1113199731802987182005-03-29T14:08:00.000+08:002005-04-11T14:08:51.803+08:00HighwayPeople who need people are People people. At any one time in your life, at any stage of it, you’ll be surrounded with different kinds of people. You can adapt and blend in and be part of the hommies, you can stand out be that outstanding one who everyone else awes at or you can be that loner who sits alone, a misfit, a nobody. Who makes these decisions for you? Who puts you where you are? ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1110984039228548892005-03-16T22:38:00.000+08:002005-03-16T22:40:39.226+08:00i'm back.. but first i'm gonna get some rest.. so yeah.. i'm gonna turn in. nites.ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1098765794746619772004-10-26T12:43:00.000+08:002004-10-26T12:43:14.746+08:00euphemistic innocence. Stupid. Physics practical... i didn't like complete half of it la... so dumb dumb... i forgot to apply y=Mx+C formula and couldn't get the y-intercept. How stupid can i get arghh... so frustrated with myself. Now i have no choice but to get full marks for paper 1, 2 and 3.. to get my 80 percent for physics A-levels.. They've pushed me to the edge. and now i gotta jump!ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1097733653660644732004-10-14T14:00:00.000+08:002004-10-14T14:00:53.660+08:00long time I'll start with an... aRgGgHhHhh. Wow.. How do I do this. I forgot how to blog. I'm just spewing out words for the sake of spewing them out. oh ok... I'm back.. Ha I missed myself. and i reckon you missed me too. haha not delusional or anything. just cryptic. aishie. i'm gonna see you in 1 hrs time. haha prelims.heck got BFF C5. how's tat for size. next monday. farewell concert. aajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1096383972992327882004-09-28T23:06:00.000+08:002004-09-28T23:06:12.993+08:00artists' statement Artist’s statement My work examines the build up and catharsis of stress. My self-portraits are personifications of the emotional and mental anguish caused by the accumulation and culmination of stress. Cracks found in our school buildings are used to symbolize the effects of pressure on students. As moths are believed to be symbols of insanity, particularly due to their ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1096327013949091332004-09-28T07:16:00.000+08:002004-09-28T07:16:53.950+08:00euphemistic innocence. My work examines the build up and catharsis of stress. My journey through my school years was far from smooth. As I near the A-levels this build up has inspired me to channel its essence: translating it into my course of work. My self-portraits are personifications of the emotional and mental anguish caused by the accumulation and culmination of stress. Most of the cracks ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1095898815599223002004-09-23T08:20:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:55:32.402+08:00night life ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1094664896242011862004-09-09T01:30:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:55:32.402+08:00[Wad a night] Irony be told. Futile efforts besieged the one who seeks to regain balance. Nice weather for a walk in the park.. Nicer weather for a jog back. Pitch black? Time stands for the broken hearted. Showered by her own tears.. Weeping: not an option but destiny. So true that preordained events usually spell D-I-A-S-T-E-R. So true, and yet so upsetting that the same sad tale be told twiceajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1094494829136054742004-09-07T02:20:00.000+08:002004-09-07T08:51:03.376+08:00 exomoth: adobe photoshop ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1094495350661036462004-09-07T02:10:00.000+08:002004-09-07T02:29:10.660+08:00[Do you have the time?] Time does not exist. Tell me exactly, what time is it now? aha! you can't. as you're checking your watch and telling me the time, time has pass and the future as became past of the present moment. So time does not exist. Hypothetically speaking of course. ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1093960868457313942004-08-31T21:33:00.000+08:002004-08-31T22:24:08.703+08:00[do you sail?] Do you sail? yesh you! don't turn around! I'm talking to you! answer me, do you sail? cause if you don't... you betta. Imagine you are on this boat, fine... all of us sailing on this one boat... Not happy? fine. Every human being on earth have their own little boatie woatie...and we happen to have our own little destinations in life! Not that magazine... the LIFE life that we live ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1093633167643489272004-08-28T02:51:00.000+08:002004-08-28T03:45:20.290+08:00[violence...] anybody heard about the time when i had to break an egg before i could cook the omelet? Well, an omelet(to get your hands on some great omelet recipes click here)is basically a dish consisting of beaten eggs cooked until set and folded over, often around a filling. When asked, why we even beat the egg after breaking the poor fella? Many just told me to shut up and go away. ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1093534083231285512004-08-26T23:02:00.000+08:002004-08-28T03:06:21.383+08:00[monologues] A discourse made by one in solitude to one's self; monologue. I know that you're probably like saying "wad is this guy talking about?" right now... if you're normal then you'll most probably be repeating that sentence in ya head.. if you aren't, then you've probably verbalised it out loud... yes that thing... the one going on in ya head this very moment is alive... just before you ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1093529452141927322004-08-26T21:51:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:55:32.402+08:00[morning blues..] Despotic lust? Crimson love? One might stare into the abyss wondering whether it could be said to be true.. Sad tale be told by the one who once chanced upon the winner,only left with bitter sorrow pieces of lost fragments; flotsams.let it be known that his intentiions were pure. Heart throbbing leg quivering; hopelessness. At times to the very least sporadic, at times to the ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1093018481886245312004-08-21T00:10:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:55:32.402+08:00[weblog vs diary] This goes out to all, all those people who ever bother to publish their lives, thoughts; secret or otherwise, opinions; voiced or otherwise on bounded articles they would desperately share intimate; profound thoughts or those none the wiser. Diaries, great minds such as Da Vinci had one, simple minds such as our neanderthal cousins had one. So why shouldn't we? Now, we all knowajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1092928833009522382004-08-19T23:20:00.000+08:002009-08-07T03:55:32.403+08:00[guilty pleasures...] arghh! i choked... i choked! i wiped my juiced hands... it was hurting alright throbbing and all.... i couldn't stand it anymore.. decided to shake it off... so the pain would lessen i fathom... but it got worst... i'll just relax and open it wide.... maybe if i stretched the region which was giving me all these pains, it would get better, to no avail i played avril lavingeajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1092665584822063342004-08-16T22:10:00.000+08:002004-08-16T22:13:04.823+08:00[hockey...] good part of Sunday 1330 to around 1830... Playing hockey... Inter-constituency tournament... Padded up as keeper again after so long... Was freakin rusty at first but got warmed up as the games progressed... Double knock out(lose two games and you're out..).. Lucky for the Tampines East team we won the first game 1-0.. Penalty flicks... We scored first.. I saved the ball after... ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1092332716262067792004-08-13T01:43:00.000+08:002004-08-13T01:45:16.263+08:00Dear aish, i miss you so much, hopefully you feel better! loads of hugs.. luv ajyt ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1092323790275846812004-08-12T23:00:00.000+08:002004-08-13T00:16:01.626+08:00[I'm saved! By a vision... ] I had a vision.. Been in the slumps for the past few weeks... But last night when I was counting down the days to exams.. (like I've been doing for the past month).. I told myself that I should start doing and stop counting.. Like it was getting pretty pathetic... My point average is like equivalent to straight Fs... They are straight Fs... I'm not into my work yet! ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1091628484855868972004-08-04T22:07:00.000+08:002004-08-04T22:08:04.856+08:00ok i'm in the process of designing my own website... stay tuned for updates... ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1090380590961497822004-07-21T11:09:00.000+08:002004-08-13T00:14:44.876+08:00[insanity once again...] "Let's not dwell in the past and dwell in houses instead..." --Yazid "Is it necessary to live unnecessarily? Where we splurge, unsplurgable splurgee in a splurgastic moment of splurgasm... Think about that..." --Yazid I'm convinced. I'll sign the contract right away, for that consigment over there.... He then considerately conveyed all his concentration to make sure ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1089559790846204512004-07-11T22:10:00.000+08:002004-07-11T23:36:37.306+08:00[blogging; pure thoughts or blah?] Someone used to say that a blog is a reflection of the blogger's persona. The purest form of one's thoughts...How do i... what do they call it? BLOG!? So far i've been doing up different versions of "blogging" or so i think... Let me show you... (1)confession-type entries, i suck in life and i'm typing all this so that other people can judge me by my entries, ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1089541261301288092004-07-11T15:58:00.000+08:002004-07-11T19:34:01.683+08:00[One:two minutes] i'm gawking at the naked truth. Which i have yet to uncover. Clad. Layers of deception, half truths of what lies beyond; the otherside. --Euphemistic innocence, One:two minutesby virtue, i make no sense... these words, prodigious ideas that move hearts and minds of man... your thoughts will be numbed, senses dumbfounded. I challenge thee, the mortal intellect, to understand meajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1089475443257788142004-07-10T23:57:00.000+08:002004-07-11T00:25:03.106+08:00[WARNING! Criminals and married people will be prosecuted] The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails. --Shak. Banished from man's life his happiest life, Simplicity and spotless innocence! --Milton. If you are married and posing as single, be aware that you could be guilty of fraud and subject to civil and criminal penalties under federal and state law. For each ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1089474944439757372004-07-10T23:55:00.000+08:002004-07-11T18:29:37.563+08:00[my friendster] about me... Tall, dark and... enough said, a teenager who seeks revenge from a quixotic and conniving step step gold fish who ordered his death, killed his corp, razed his home had his homework defiled and slaughtered stuff that he hated, also the suffering from a coroboration of agonising reapprasail from governmental institutions off the state of timbak two and western ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1084943967572275902004-05-19T13:06:00.000+08:002004-05-19T13:19:27.573+08:00[13 minutes left] Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence. ---Albert Einstein 13 years ago i was 5 years old, young, stupid and adorable. 13 months ago i was crossing from college to college, confused, relieved, and ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1084780613018804382004-05-17T15:37:00.000+08:002004-05-17T15:56:53.020+08:00[A moment of madness] I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else's. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth. - - Flannery O'Connor "Wise Blood" Incoherency in log does not deem author to lack sanity in mind. Just random uncut thoughts that drives man insane. Sanity lacks the common man, and the common man is full of it. ajytnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017306.post-1084779140097852922004-05-17T15:27:00.000+08:002004-07-10T23:37:02.043+08:00[Personal log] The dictum that truth always triumphs over persecution is one of the pleasant falsehoods which men repeat after one another till they pass into commonplaces, but which all experience refutes. - - - John Stuart Mill Time to focus. Studies and that’s all… Council term is ending soon.. let me count, 9 days’ time. No more hockey, no more distractions. I hope. All I have now is me andajytnoreply@blogger.com