An Opinion I Wish to Immortalise...

Photography has become this idiot yuppie past time where idiot yuppies without a creative / artistic bone in their body pretend to be creative and artistic by buying the most expensive cameras money can buy and snapping photographs that don't say anything about anything....

Fuck Valentine's Day....

I'm torn...one part of me wants to burn with rage, and the other part wants to burn and die...angst or sorrow..? which of the two evils is better..?

A year ago on this day, i asked a girl to be my valentine, and it was luvly..despite that being the only date we ever went on, i remember the day fondly...it was cheesy and childish and fun, and she had really nice legs, and all in all, i ended the day feeling all warm and fuzzy inside

For a cynic like me, this was something new...i have always considered valentine's day to be a cheap commercial ploy, and i would never have expected my participation in it to result in anything less than an arrogant smirk...

It surprises me that a year on from my first valentine's day date, i find myself regretting not having asked anyone out..

As i lay on my bed typing these words, hoping that they will bring me some measure of comfort, i cant help but think that when it comes to love, i am the complete opposite of a cynic..i am a sucker... a hopeless romantic..a believer in fairytales...

Life to me is perhaps already too bleak for me to view every single thing through the eyes of cold common sense and logic..life needs at least one exception, an aspect that is exempt from the rules of rationality, and in my life, i have found two such exceptions...football, and yes, you guessed it, Love...

Now that the fairytale of Valentine's day is coming to a close, i feel that i have betrayed myself for not making the most of it..more honestly, i have betrayed myself by not making anything of a day where romance is expected and celebrated

And that is why i am torn..should i feel angry at myself, or should i feel depressed...? or should i be feeling angry / depressed not for wasting valentine's day, but for choosing to have such naive views on love..?

Do i really need this fairytale..? does it hurt me more than it helps...? perhaps i'd be better off giving myself two tight slaps and telling myself to snap out of this wispy day dream...

Perhaps a self-serving and practical version of love is what i need...maybe love is nothing more than an attempt to stave off the inborn sense of loneliness all of us possess...

If minus ten were absolute misery, and positive ten were absolute happiness, then maybe love was never meant to get us high into the positives..maybe love just brings us from the negative to as close to zero as possible...

Maybe nobody is right for anybody...maybe putting any two half decent people together is as good as it gets...

Should i believe in love..? should i hold on to the hope that someday, i will meet someone and know..? or should i settle for whoever, and accept as a consolation prize that i now have a lesser chance of dying alone..?

The cynic in me scoffs at his romantic alter-ego, but the romantic within remains resolute, impressively unfazed by the cynic's cold hard stare and sarcastic sniggers!


The notion of an idealistic and sweeping love that i choose to hold onto is a ridiculous gamble, but it is one i cannot afford not to take...

This world would not hold much for me if not for the possibility of such a love, and i have little choice but to wager the safe and bland life of mediocrity promised to us all in the hope of winning big in the sweepstakes of love....

(I will probably die alone)

This is Dreamer, signing off

Mental Health Check

Hello, World!

Today, I have concluded that i am not depressed...a short while ago, i found myself mesmerised by the excruciating laments of a chatroom full of properly depressed people...

They were nuthing like me at all!

The depressed sulk over their own inadequacies, and self-medicate in a bid to become 'normal'...i sulk over everyone else's inadequacies, and self-intoxicate as a celebration of my 'abnormality'...

This makes me happy to a certain extent...more honestly, it makes me feel less miserable than i was about an hour ago...



Happiness is probably beyond my reach for now, but i will accept today's discovery as a minor victory in my quest for self actualisation

It's nice not being the bottom of the barrel =)

This is Dreamer, signing off.

Victim of a Cosmic Conspiracy

I am in a sulky mood. In my state of sulkiness, I have concocted two phrases that aptly describe my mood. I thought it would be wise to jot them down somewhere.

1. I am surely the butt of God's cosmic prank....
2. As i venture thru this life, my mystical aura follows closely behind, his fly wide open....

 I'm not sure what else there is to say.

I hope tomoro proves to be a better day.

This is Dreamer, signing out.

Count on Me, Singapore

This is a National Day Message brought to you by *******

Attention Singaporeans:

Today, we commemorate what was once a new beginning for our now majestic nation, forged 45 years ago within the furnaces of strife and uncertainty!!

Today, we celebrate FREEDOM from colonial suppression, and the FREEDOM to create our own glorious destinies!!

Today, we stand UNITED as a nation proud and true, our blood pumping redder than any red the world has ever seen before!!

today, we...we...we.....

fine...i'll cut the bullshit rhetoric...it is national day today though, and with the 9th of august upon us yet again, in light of the plethora of nationalistic dissonance surging from Facebook, I've decided to add my own two cents worth..today, we shall talk about patriotism...

I shall begin by talking about what patriotism is NOT...patriotism is not blind... patriotism is not some sorta mystical allegiance to a flag...it is not an abstract devotion to the illusionary notion of a divine state....

patriotism ought to be a devotion to people...loosely put, patriotism is the desire that the citizens of a nation are empowered to live their lives to the fullest, and that the powers that be work towards the fulfilment of this goal...

for what is a country if not for its people..? a country is more than it's streets and buildings..it is more than it's governments and leaders...

it is more than it's rich and powerful..it is more, even, than a designated area of land, demarcated by lines on a map..

A country is, more than anything, the sum of its citizens

people often blabber on about patriotism, without stopping to think what the word really means...most treat patriotism with the same myopia that surrounds religion..

unquestioning loyalty and support for every national endeavour are hailed as the hallmarks of a true patriot...UNQUESTIONING LOYALTY...hmmmm

a true patriot cares enough to ask why, and to disagree if necessary...if a policy is unfair, or if it lacks compassion, or if it is exploitative in any way, the truly loyal citizen ought to have the mind and the voice to speak up

(pause to reflect)

that being said...i cant help but feel that patriotism is a dangerous thing when it is divisive on a global scale...patriotism should not be about "us against them"....

all in all, i see patriotism as a halfway point between the neanderthals and a global Utopia...patriotism is the first step towards forging a truly accepting and all-embracing global community...

the countries that CAN make themselves better through patriotism OUGHT TO make themselves better, such that the rest of the world can follow suit...but it all has to start WITH the citizens, FOR the citizens

Find the patriot in you...stop being so spineless and agreeable all the time.

And have yourself an awesome National Day.

This is Dreamer, signing out.

Dreamer Lives

I am a creative genius. This is not a boast. It is a FACT. Other indisputable FACTs include the following:

1. The world is not flat
2. The universe is expanding
3. The earth revolves around its sun
4. i-Phones are overrated

The list goes on.

Creative Geniuses are hard to come by.

Creative Geniuses are often shunned.

Creative Geniuses are NOT the same as creatively inclined people.

Creatively inclined people fit in and conform to man-made conventions. It is this refusal/inability to let go of such restrictions that separates the creatively inclined from the Creative Genius.

The Creative Genius does not see a world/universe limited by rules/norm/conventions. He/She sees the world/universe as it is.

In the eyes of the Creative Genius, the world/universe is:

1. Abstract
2. Absolute
3. Unpredictable
4. Predictable
5. Misleading
6. Obvious
7. Infinite
8. One

The list goes on.

The creative genius creates by deconstructing. Curiousity and Intellect (these two are one and the same) prompt the creative genius to strip the world/universe down to its smallest components, and to create perspective.

"Why" is the mantra of the Creative Genius. To continually ask "why" is to seek the divine.


I am a Creative Genius. I shit you not.


This is Dreamer, signing out.

Death of a Dreamer

Fuck this planet......a planet full of morons and cunts does not deserve to be saved or protected...i wish every one of you a slow and painful demise...i hope you live long enuff to suffer in the hell you create...

stupid and selfish people surround me...you are all cunts...you are worse than the shit of a rabid toxic rodent...you are a disgrace...if god ever existed, he'd have slit his wrists by now...the sight of you lot woulda driven him to insanity and his own self-inflicted resurrection-less death...

there is no point in educating you...wisdom is lost on the fucking dimwits who make up the masses...it would be foolish to even try, and i have been a fool for trying...

i give up...i will stick by the principles truth and logic have taught me, but not expect the rest of you to understand or care....i will live alone as an enigma to you stupid fucks, and i will die alone...

i hate you...i hate you for your denseness...i hate you for your cowardice...i hate you for not caring about anything other than yourselves...i hate you for your conformity...i hate you for ur fucking lack of an imagination...i hate you for ur love of money...and i hate you for ur hollow words...

you are dead to me, world...you have ceased to matter...ur concerns are no longer mine...go bother some other naive prat with ur fraudulent promises of hope...i will no longer be ur sucker...i am no longer ur ally......

today, we go our separate ways...mine will be the path of crushed dreams, misery, and isolation, and yours...i do not need to tell you where you're going...you are alreadi halfway down the highway to hell.....

i will not enjoy this...it will hurt to live and not believe in sumthing better...it will hurt more to believe...as you have forsaken me, i am now forsaking you...

i bid you fairwell, and wish upon you endless war and tyranny...i wish you a life devoid of purpose and colour, a life where u are nothing more than the few things you own, and a life where ignorance is the pillow that comforts you while you lay on a bed of rusty nails....

This is Dreamer, signing off.