03/17/10

Baby Aloe Veras and Clubbing Cactuses

I worked-out today and trained for my weaknesses in the NAPFA Test.

While heading out the house, I saw a stack of court documents pasted on the gates. Apparently it was a writ of summons. For the benefit of readers who lack technical knowledge in law, it means some monkey has applied to the courts to sue. Without a doubt, this matter has some weight in my mind. My allusion that the plaintiffs are monkeys should be crystal clear as to my feelings towards this. I have no desire of discussing this matter further.

On hindsight, I ought to have a solid exercise plan to prevent myself from giving half-hearted attempts when exercising. Apart from this piece of reflection, some old geezer was sneezing loudly into the wind at the fitness corner. It was disgusting to see pieces of phlegm flying into the wind. This sums up the interesting points of the workout session.

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When I returned dirty and smelly, my sister asked that I help her in her hydroponics project. The school had give out hydroponics starter kits with plant seeds, so that the students had hands on experience with hydroponics. Since I was already helping her, I decided to re-pot the young aloe vera plants. I love gardening and plants.

Do not listen to Harris’s accusations that I killed a cactus. I was young and it was an accident. I had somehow decided that the cactus would enjoy dancing. So when I shook it in imitation of some hip hop dance, the top of it broke off. And I forgot to water it. Damn… clubbing cactus.

I now have (relatively) green fingers okay? It’s just that I lack the patience to grow Bonsais. Yes, the Bonsai seeds that I bought 2 years ago are still in the box.

Oh my gosh… Did I actually write this in the Bonsai entry?

That said, the bonsai growing process is a killer. I should have gotten a cactus at the supermarket instead. Then again, I managed to kill my previous cactus the last time. Better not let my bonsai hear that…

Logen L.

03/16/10

Things To Do Before Being Conscripted

This is the year when I’ll be conscripted into the military. Before that happens, I intend to do these things:

1. Attain Silver for NAPFA

The two obstacles that I face in this physical fitness test are the standing broad jump and pull ups. I must be in time to take the test in mid April.

2. Learn to do the Melbourne Shuffle

I’ve fallen in love with shuffling ever since I’ve seen it done on YouTube. But after seeing some girl at Powerhouse shuffle, I’m determined to master it. Muahaha!

3. Gardening and re-potting

After my efforts at weeding months ago, the aloe vera plant is flourishing. Baby aloe veras are sprouting and I intend to re-pot them.

4. Write one short story

I’ve said on several occasions that I want to write short stories. However, I’ve always allowed procrastination to get the better of me. This time I want to brush up on my language and get to writing.

5. Meditate and live life

Though I’m aware, I’ve been drifting in fatigue and without direction for the past weeks. I’ve got a lot to reflect on by attempting insight meditation. Also, I’ve got a lot of partying and clubbing to do. That’s part of living life, is it not?

6. Increase Online Earnings

Yes. I’ve been doing this for a long time. I daresay, so much so that I neglect other parts of my life. Therein lies the reason for putting this goal as the last.

That is all. I’ll take action when I wake.

Logen L.

03/15/10

Fantastic Friday At St James

I’m in love with Powerhouse at St. James. Though it has been two days, I still feel the music pounding and my body pulsates to the imaginary beats when I drift off to sleep.

I was dancing all night with Ais and Mandy, and it was amazing to see them go crazy in heels. Throughout the night, I’d glance at a regular who caught my eye. I cannot attest enough at how I’d faint from the hotness. It made me feel both melancholic and high. Melancholic because I know it’d never happen. It was funny how both Ais and I occasionally stared at opposite directions, and we gave each other the knowing look.

As a side note, the three of us (Ais, Mandy and I) are intimate friends. Despite having not seen each other for some time, we reconnected readily. Pointed out by her mom, Ais and I have similar features and seem like twins in a few photos. And yes, we have some sort of twin telepathy.

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As the night progressed, the lights suddenly darkened and a spotlight shone on a clubber who was shuffling insanely on stage. Some of us stopped just to watch her. Then everyone on the dance floor went wild and cheered on the girl. She was already tiring out, but the moment she heard the crowd, the surge of adrenaline allowed her to continue. Mandy and I shouted and clapped when she was done. Haha.

The last song toned down to a slow version of Umbrella by Rihana. Mandy and I rested on the the couch, legs totally wobbly and sang along. Strangely enough, no one had vacated the club. Mandy’s friend who worked there informed us that the police has raided the place so no one could leave.

Sighs. Fantastic Friday night…

Logen L.

03/3/10

Straightening Out My Disquiet

I wish I could express my thoughts as eloquently as before. But as at now, my mind is written in a language that I know not how to transcribe to English.

I’m frustrated at my lack of direction in life; something I prided upon in the past. Now its all groggy as though I’m recovering from amnesia. My confidence and assertiveness have dwindled and I find it difficult to assert my fair rights and stand. To worsen my predicament, every time I hear that (if you know it, then you know; otherwise, mind your own business), I feel as though someone has broken my ribs apart to slice my heart over and over. Circumstance makes it difficult for me to love, let alone feel compassion, for another person.

This is what happens when you live life without religion. You cannot rely on the ‘infallible’ fairytale of humans to fix your life. You cannot attach yourself to an ‘absolute’ truth. Ironically, there is no such thing as absolute truth nor reality. However, when you hit rock bottom (or are in denial that you are melancholic), it becomes tough to contemplate your situation.

Even then, I’m contented to make up the rules and principles of my own life. For one, I prefer to think for myself and not be lectured about morality.

It is therefore prudent that I begin by taking charge of my life and start respecting myself as an individual. I cannot constantly neglect my needs, because by doing so, I’m subconsciously allowing people to step all over me.

And I must stop perceiving the world in terms of ‘statistics’. For instance, statistics like: “Most people die by the age of 70” , are not only inaccurate but place limits on what I can achieve as an individual. I cannot let these statistics dictate whether I’ll achieve my goal. Instead, I must push on despite the shit and uncertainty to create my path. I already know the typical life of the people in my land is not my path.

P.S. Don’t be a smart aleck to assume that I’m worried about dying at the age of 70. The statistic (which is totally made up) is just a convenient example to shield my real concerns. You think you know me, but what you know of me is what I allow you to know. Perhaps its time I trusted a few other close friends to be not shameless gossips.

Logen L.

01/23/10

Contemplating On An Jing

I’m sure you know how certain songs can bring back nostalgic memories of the past. Unexpectedly I came across the song, An Jing on Zhi Wei’s blog. This song represented an era of time when I was young and stupid, between the secondary school years 2004 and 2005. I was in a class of crazy idiots who loved mandarin music, so naturally I was exposed to the mainstream mandarin music of that time.

While listening to the song after half a decade has passed, I’ve contemplated my journey in life and realise how much older and wiser I’ve become. I’ll soon graduate from polytechnic and reach the crossroads to decide the path I should pursue.

And by now I know, once you choose your path and leave behind the crossroads, you can never turn back. The bonds with the people you once cared for will be forgotten, because they become the relics of your past. When I have the time to reminisce, honestly, I miss my secondary school friends. However, even if we meet up, the tides of time have washed away our past and it becomes a meeting of strangers.

Somehow, I wish I could turn back time and become 15 again. I was depressed and feared abandonment back then. I had a crush on a certain someone and I hated myself for it. Now I wish I had at then possessed the guts to live the life I wanted and trust myself more. That’s the thing… until we’re free, we will never know how significantly we limit ourselves by our beliefs and thoughts.

Yet I cannot regret the choices I have made up until now. If I hadn’t made mistakes nor felt the turmoil of melancholy, I wouldn’t  have the insight I have now. The Logen today would not have existed.

I’ve made up my mind to enjoy my youth while I still possess it. I don’t want to sit down as an old man in the future, regretting that I hadn’t lived life sensuously and wildly; appreciating the cerulean skies, tasting the scent of the night breeze, feeling the heat from the sun, dancing spontaneously to life’s rhythms. To appeal to the senses while they are at their peak and when I’m still alive and healthy.

Logen L.

01/3/10

Happy 2010 and Resolutions

We live in a world of uncertainty. Everyone hurts so badly that they’ve become compassion-less. Familiarity is comfort; selective reality is medicine to assuage the suffering.

Today, I’m here to renew my vow to reach my happiness, amid the uncertainty. I vow to reach my goals my way. I will forgive and be compassionate to even those who oppose me.

It doesn’t matter if I will take on a path less taken. No matter the difficulty. Even if there is little proof that my principles, ethics and path will enable me to succeed, I will push on. I will be the exception because I’m not mere statistics. I am Logen, the god of my own destiny. And I don’t give a fuck of what society expects me to do.

Crazy dancing Logen

Horace and Logen at Siloso

Happy new year everyone. I resolve to stick to my code of ethics and principles and my way (and path).

Logen L.

12/18/09

The Three Homophobes Before Christmas

On my way home, I passed by three teenage hecklers. I was in an eccentric korean-styled outfit, while I passed those idiots. When I crossed the road after passing them by, one of them started chanting out: ‘homo… sexual… homo… sexual…’.

I had half the mind to stop in the middle of the road, turn towards them, glare and shout ‘shut the fuck up!’. But I did not. As it was, I was on the road with my night vision impaired due to wearing non-astigmatism lenses. My verbal confrontation would surely result in a physical fight. I would have been at a disadvantage of having three person against one of me and my eyesight might not be sharp enough to take on three attackers.

While my Aikido is far from flawless, it is good enough to break someone’s arm or back when I execute  an arm lock or throw. I would gladly accept punches for the satisfaction of paralyzing those fucktards temporarily. Clearly, I’m not as peaceful a person as an Aikidoka ought to be. I’m not some eccentric person in the street that you can bloody pick on. Because of my past of being heckled in school for being less masculine, I get very affected and offended when people do such things.

On the note of what those hecklers chanted, I do not believe that homosexuals are sinners or deviants. They are normal individuals who seek love from the same gender. But we as a society, use words like ‘homo’, ‘fag’ and ‘gay’ to insult people and more recently, the word ‘gay’ is used to say that someone or something is stupid. Compassion and self-reflection dictates that we should look into ourselves. Will we accept it if someone uses our own names or identities as a way to insult others?

I’ll make this clear… I HATE it when people make discriminatory remarks/jokes on race, the way someone behaves and sexual orientation. You are disgusting if you do it. This applies to my friends as well.

Just because I keep quiet when discriminatory racial remarks are made on Indians, Malays and Bangladeshis, doesn’t mean I condone it. I find it a waste of time and breath to confront and enlarge narrow minds.

Logen L.