盧廣仲 (Dec 3, 2009 / 02:07)
New Moon and 2012 are movies that garner the most annoying comments recently.
Comparing boyfriends to vampires. Swooning over Cullen. Trying to implant Cullen's traits into every living male. What far fetched ideas!
And seriously, all of us will still survive after 2012. It's not fucking doomsday! Even if it is, we are the sole cause of it and mother nature is just taking her revenge. Unless a ginormous tsunami engulfs every continent or North Korean launches a nuclear attack, we will still live to see 2012.
Exams just ended today and am already bored to the bones. Should have went to Zouk to meet T.
I don't care if I'm weird to fancy a certain segment of a song - 1:23-1:55.
And it's been some time since I liked a chinese artiste.
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Fatal Attraction (Nov 30, 2009 / 03:08)
He says that he has this inexplicable attraction towards her. I say that it is so because she's peculiar; a far cry from him and they will never be compatible for each other. Straight in the face I know, but I wouldn't take back those words. It's for the better, giving him hope only permits fatal attraction. In the name of social psychology, I told him, he'd be better off with someone who shares similar interests, reassuring him that his time will come. Perhaps, his first will be his last. That's how I feel towards those who have yet had a taste of love. Fate has already chosen their partner-to-be, it's just a matter of time before their paths collide, merge and form an endless route to eternity.
Advice to self is to stay away from love, shield myself from hurt, if possible. When it comes to relationships, I am a downright fool. Short-sighted, gullible, naive, senseless, brainless nincompoop. My brain shrinks to the size of a bird's and more often than not, I smile to myself like a disorganized schizophrenic. How on earth did I warrant myself to fall prey into the hands of fatal attraction? If only I had learnt about such deadly signs of infatuation earlier, it would have saved the heart from wounds and blood. Probably the only gain that I've reaped from all these aching, exhausting battles is the loss in weight. Now, all I want is to not fall for another shallow, ignoble, insecure, selfish rascal who is addicted to nicotine.
Wise up for goodness sake!
Labels: Thoughts
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Mistake (Nov 24, 2009 / 21:35)
Emily and Joey are really brilliant comic creators.
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Unexpected (Nov 8, 2009 / 00:28)
A- for my sociology paper. How unexpected. Equipped with little knowledge about Marxism and the likes, I thought that my analyses were shallow and not concrete enough. Yes, I jabbered too much about Durkheim and Weber, but it was to lengthen the essay such that I wouldn't fall short of the required pages. I couldn't find any other points of view to touch on too, thus the excessive elaboration on the push and pull factors. But hey, the grade has gave me an internal boost, to strive harder for the written paper in December.
There are far too much things whirring in my head now that it had paralyzed my ability to put these thoughts into proper sentences. Then again, no one has to know these useless introspections. Shall chuck all of these in a corner, let it fallow, wither into dust.
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Killing My Emotion (Sep 26, 2009 / 01:40)
Turmoil of emotions flooding my system.
Need to sort them out.
On one particular day, I figured that I'm incapable of loving. Tragic. Distraught.
On a side note, Cityhall is filled with a ridiculous number of policemen wearing hideous luminous vests. I couldn't help but let out a brief chuckle when I spotted one of them positioning themselves on a white elevated platform. Their pose was liken to Sir Stamford Raffles' holding onto an intimidating rifle, minus the crossing of arms. Apart from cordoning off the race area, they've plastered canvas sheets on them to refrain cheapo Singaporeans to crowd around to watch a free show. Damn smart. Why bother watching it live when all you see are chunks of metal zoom pass you 50 odd times?
Labels: Melancholy, Thoughts
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Saturday fever (Aug 30, 2009 / 15:40)
It was laughter. The week was devoided of laughter.
Than came Saturday, where we do the once-in-a-long-while stayover at someone's house, playing mahjong and fighting the sleep bug.
Royce for the lovelies (haven't got time to make presents these days.)
Injecting neuroforte tablets every morn. Dr Tay says it'll aid in the lip's recovery and also improve the brain's neurosystem. Killing two birds with one stone yay
Labels: Doctor's, Random Hanging Out, Thoughts
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Little steps (Aug 28, 2009 / 00:04)
Extrinsic motivations for going to school: Grades. Filial piety. Friends (new and old). Lunch. Engaging in useful discussions. Rambles.
Intrinsic motivations for going to school: Sense of satisfaction. Personal well being. Gaining knowledge. Enrich the journey of life. Listen. Feel. Translate. Saved.
Comtemplating, evaluting, rationalizing, connecting, understanding and wondering much more than ever.
Cortisols are dancing their way through the system, though not in the most graceful or orderly manner. Head weighs a tonne. Heart feels queasy, stomach too. To whom shall I convey these words that are clogging up my throat? Whose ears are impartial, whose heart is pure, whose brain has the most connecting neurons, whose feet size are the same as mine?
Breathe. Yes breathe. That's what I told B, but I myself, forgot.
Labels: Development, Melancholy, School, Thoughts
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Monday blues, extended (Aug 18, 2009 / 23:05)
No commotion after ArtsBash this year, thankfully. Cept for the fact that my plan to stay away from alcohol was ruined. Bad bad girl.
So while everyone headed home after dancing, Bel and I cabbed down to T3. Us, infected with the club's music. Us, all dressed in black. Us, tired minds. Us, having Yakun for breakfast. Us, sending Rand off, along with S's heavy heart and tears. T3, L2, not my favourite place. Not after, that time.
Monday didn't start off well. Attributed it to alcohol which have yet to expel from the system, insufficient sleep, depleted ink cartriage and arriving late for lecture. Watching 'Up' in fact lifted my spirits.
"Thanks for the adventure. Go find a new one. xx"
All I want to do is listen to songs, look at fashion blogs, random musings of the rest of the world, read all day, imagine a happy happy world instead of doing the necessary readings required for the modules. Sucha chore, school, sucha chore.
Labels: Clubbing, Melancholy, T3, Thoughts
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through this aperture (Apr 19, 2009 / 13:48)
The world is our stage, and we are our own directors.
Labels: Contemplate, Quotes, Thoughts
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Remember how the stars stole the night away (Apr 13, 2009 / 20:17)
Where are you ♥?
Why do I not have the ability to distinguish or even feel your presence amongst these other homosapiens that trudge pass me every now and then?
Why do you not leave any hints of your strides along the paths you've traversed?
Patience my dear, patience.
Today's dedicated to you, my knight in shining armor , wherever you are.
Keep safe ♥, keep safe.
xoxo
Labels: Contemplate, Thoughts
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cigarette affair (Mar 30, 2009 / 22:02)
Fatal attraction (unintended).
Detrimental to health (& heart).
A moment's admiration (dissipates).
Leave things to happenstance (and fate).
Labels: Thoughts
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gotta have faith (Mar 18, 2009 / 23:58)
'In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth (at least that’s what they say).
He created the birds of the air and the beast of the hills.
And then god created man and it’s been downhill ever since.
The story goes on to say that god created man in his own image but there’s not much proof of that.
Afterall, God made the sun and the moon and the stars but all man makes is, trouble.
And when man finds himself in trouble (which is most of the time),
he turns himself to love, or fate or religion to make sense of it all.
But for a surgeon, the only thing that makes any kind of sense is, medicine.'
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there's no I in TEAM! ( / 23:03)
Robert Doisneau, Kiss by the Hotel de Ville, 1950All time favourite :)
Blogging is a fantastic way to record down what happens daily. I clicked on my old blogs and read them, I was so naive, emotional, angry, basically a screwed up kid - the heart and mind was dysfunctional. Must be the hormones.
Ball was my everything then. It was my happy pill, it was what kept me going strong, sturdy, it gave me a direction, it provided me the motivation I needed academically, it was my pillar of strength. Or should I say they, my teammates and coach. No no, the 3 elements are interlinked, intertwined, interconnected. My bonus package sent from above. (:
I shall curb my temptation and decline an invitation to Zoooook.
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I fly like paper, get high like planes. . (Mar 3, 2009 / 20:57)
Winds in the hair, trudging along the seemingly tranquil pathway. .
Propping against the metal banister, head positioned in a retrograde manner. .
At close proximity, viewing has never been that breathtaking. .or therapeutic in some sense.
Nights this fulfilling requires the right company.
Labels: Melancholy, Quotes, Thoughts
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