Sharing

It is not that late. My room is in a mess. Allow me to share with you the following things:

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1. Total Eclipse of the Heart — Literal Version

This vid is HILARIOUS. I was LOL-ing non-stop. I am Not Kidding.

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2. James Joyce’s Dirty Letters to His Wife

The written, academic introduction/preface (now this is how you justify erotica!) :

“Frank as these letters are, their psychology can easily be misunderstood. They were intended to accomplish sexual gratification in him and inspire the same in her, and at moments they fasten intently on peculiarities of sexual behaviour, some of which might be technically called perverse. They display traces of fetishism, anality, paranoia and masochism, but before quartering Joyce into these categories and consigning him to their tyranny we must remember that he was capable, in his work, of ridiculing them all as Circean beguilements, of turning them into vaudeville routines. Then too, the letters rebuke such obvious labels by an ulterior purpose; besides the immediate physical goal, Joyce wishes to anatomise and reconstitute and crystallize the emotion of love. He goes further still; like Richard Rowan in Exiles, he wishes to possess his wife’s soul, and have her possess his, in utter nakedness. To know someone else beyond love and hate, beyond vanity and remorse, beyond human possibility almost, is his extravagant desire.”

Go google the letters at your own risk! I refuse to provide the link in this blog entry; although I am immune to brain damage (thanks goes to my acquaintance with Ping and now Winston), I cannot assume that all my innocent readers are.

Possible side-effects include brain damage and/or vicarious living.

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3. My Friday

It started off as Winston coming over to my place during the morning to study History. He came around 8.30am, methinks. Later, at 10.15am, I got the sms saying that Sera would be coming over from Chinatown. And then at 4.20pm, Ping calls asking if she could come over to study as well.

Pretty soon, as the evening washed over Serangoon Gardens, it was me on the floor, Ping on the bed, Sera against my bedstand, and Winston beside the balcony, mainly poring over History notes while music played from the laptop. The long day, which ranged from Maoist policy to Stalin to Hitler’s rise to power, finally ended with a dinner at the nearby hawker center.

Studying has never been more communal. (And now I shall move on to the Nazi economy!)

yam.