You entrance me,
You, like no other;
Your countenance reminds me
of that of my mother.
I know to protect you
from feelings of distress and sorrow
But even more - especially so
I must protect you
from the feelings of my father

I, so impressionable and Jung
I, who once saw dung
in ink blots now see
anthropomorphic hearts
throughwhich arrows stung

You are the unconditioned stimulus
of Pavlov's canine venture
Your presence, the salivatory tingle,
Your bell curves, the jingle

My Id is in my Ego
My destrudo, my libido
You put me in constant repression
You make me engage
in somnambulistic projection

You are, my darling,
my geometric Icon
The most astounding
arrangement of geon
I am captivated by their representation, it appears 
but especially so,
by the respesentation of your spheres

My darling, take a tip from Carl Rogers and forget
dresses, dinners, and diamonds yet
You don't need a ring
Of gold and bling
Because all you need
is a damn good Roger ring

My darling, I've made my confession
Why torture me with constant rejection?
I have said what I have said
What cause do you have to be A-Freud?
It appears, of your love for me
as per my love for you
There is no correlation
Even though I have given
periods of utmost consideration

So tell me, my love, my darling,
my significant other
Is your love for me <.05?
Cause, if more, I won't longer bother
(Yes, just as with my mother)

He found her in a store
He couldn't refrain himself
He made an offer
And escorted her out the door

Her lips were inviting
Red and round
Her skin was flawless
She made nary a sound

He told her he loved her
She did not respond
Still she did not reject
His advances upon

She was filled with his breath
Which he gladly imparted
Because she was worth
La Morte Petite - his Little Death

He needed a partner
When prom night comes
Who else would he have
But her proudly on his arm

But something went wrong
He struck a needle through her chest
And haplessly watched
The life leaking from her breast

He put her in a box
Limp, with skin so cold
Her lips still cherry red
But stretched out in an "O"

He kept it secret
Of the love that he lost
But he serves as a lesson for all
Never stick corsages on your blow-up doll

It's been about six days since I've officially graduated and I feel like a doddering old retiree. I've moved to place not too far from Downtown Bemidji and have been pretty much walking down for coffee and lunch, and getting some reading done. And trying to get a job. Oh my Sentient Transcendent Anthropomorphic Being(s), TRYING to get a job.

From the job fairs I've attended, a degree in Psychology is only useful for lighting an oil drum to ensure you don't freeze to death while sleeping in your cardboard box. Or appearing to be quasi-intelligent in referencing Freud. People like being told that they harbor romantic inclinations towards their parents.

As a person who is dedicated to the field of Psychology and even moreso to his country, that penis-shaped mass of land known as Malaysia; I have decided that in lieu of an actual job, I will return back home and do my service to my country by elevating it's status from a developing nation to G8-esque (G8 as in Group of Eight, not sk8erboi sp34k "Great") standing. It's a big, bloody sacrifice, but nothing is too much for my country.

I am going to be a serial killer.

Following Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs (HoN), Malaysia is somewhere in the "Esteem" level, evidenced by the construction of two of the tallest towers in the world. While these towers are also indicative of some sort of projection of unresolved Phallic development, it nevertheless shows that the country is ready to transcend to the next level of the pyramid - Self Actualization. The only thing it needs is the emergence of serial killers.

The evolution of crime is very much based on the HoN, countries or areas which are less economically or socially developed exhibit crimes such as robberies or rapes - crime which fulfills a economical or physiological need. When a country or person has those needs fulfilled, he or she will turn to more internally-based needs, such as those of artistic expression and establishment of personal morality. And in that is the serial killer. The use of "signatures", the choosing of victims, etc. are signs of personal fulfilment within the act rather than the fulfilment of an extrinsic need.

It can be argued that England was the first industrialized country. Guess who and where the first serial killer was born. If you guessed Jack the Ripper and England, give yourself 1888 points. Sure some theories claim that ol' Saucy Jack cut across the Atlantic from America, but that's just a slash in the dark.

So yea. If I can't get a job, I'll be the greatest patriot Malaysia has ever seen since Chin Peng.