tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60850712011-04-21T11:11:19.761-07:00Lost in the worldCrazy, lost, confused and drifting alongTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1088774755926089512004-07-02T06:07:00.000-07:002004-07-02T06:25:55.926-07:00Yiru just came back from Cambodia and asked how things are and how others in the class are. Made me realised that all this time I have not been going out with other fellow homo sepians. Treks, movies etc..... all by myself. Even during the Sungei Yong trek. I didn't feel like cracking dumb jokes, I don't feel like I have that energy to behave like the hyper active energizer bunny I once was. Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1088412032695726012004-06-28T01:30:00.000-07:002004-07-02T06:06:59.580-07:00Came back form my luxury trek to Sungei Yong in Kluang yesterday. It is amazing how small Sinapore is compared to other country. I treked past so many falls, albeit small ones in my 3 hour trek from our camp. And jumped into at least 2 deep natural pool. I seem to have this penchant for jumping of elevated ground into pools of water of unknown deep.
My theory is that people fear what they do Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1088131740079538342004-06-24T19:25:00.000-07:002004-06-24T19:55:27.546-07:00Been out taking photos at bukit timah, mcritchie and botanical gardens. My theory is that usually female appears less threateniing than male and definitely more approachable, which is why female in sales jobs usually can rake in better sale figures than male. Just look at The Apprentice.
It's a show created by Mark Burnett, the creator of the mother of reality series Survivor. Insteaad of Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1087479649133978342004-06-17T06:28:00.000-07:002004-06-17T06:40:49.133-07:00Bro not happy since his gf went back to Canada. In the past, we would talk about it till way past bedtime and mum would come to the room out of sheer frustration and order us to stop talking so she can get some sleep. Now...... not that case any more.
Keep getting this very out of body experience, like I'm invisible and people on the streets can see through me, like a third peron looking at Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1086757909404157662004-06-08T22:07:00.000-07:002004-06-08T22:11:49.403-07:00Sorting out my old mail and came upon this silly email exchange:
Swee Cheong:
Last call...who's interested in Cameron Highlands on Gd Fri? Let me know by tomorrow...need to book early to avoid disappointment.
Following are some places of interest
hiking to one of the highest peak in west malaysia...it's actually quite easy
Air terjun...Robinson Falls, Parit Falls etc
Observation tower/Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1086757297321556332004-06-08T21:52:00.000-07:002004-06-08T22:13:36.013-07:00Just finished City of Joy by Dominque Lapierre. Found my self better able to empathize with the slum dwellers of Calcutta after reading the book. Still remembered the first time I set my foot on the streets of Calcutta and was in a total culture shock. Still remember the lot of us at the meeting at Darjeeling, voting against returning to Calcutta for the extra day created by the flight delay.
ITumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1086445998310433322004-06-05T07:22:00.000-07:002004-06-08T21:52:41.806-07:00Went for training today after a 4 month haitus. Lotsa changes..... Jason broke up with his gf and got a new one, Wenlong ended his 5 year relationship, Jianli quit his job (after 3 months, Coach went on a retreat to China........
It seems that maybe as we age, our lives are characterized by love lives and jobs. Nobody really care or have time and energy to careabout your hobbies, what sort of Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1086262946850882622004-06-03T04:11:00.000-07:002004-06-03T04:42:26.850-07:00Just fell in love with Puss In Boots in Shrek 2. So cute with the large innocent eyes, just like a neopet.... OOOOOwwwwwwww........
Harry Potter 3 was not as good as expected. Don't like the new guy who replaced the late Richard Harris as Dumbledore. Too much hand movements and bad hat. Doesn't give the commanding feel. And that quite a few important stuff like who mooney, padfoot, wormtail wereTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1086015088623693412004-05-31T07:42:00.000-07:002004-05-31T07:51:28.623-07:00Just found in the library website something interesting...... New goal: Try to finish these 100 books...... Hopefully.... Amazed that Loard of The Rings didn't make it into the list..... Shakespeare might do turning in his grave too, to know that this guy didn't include his books like Macbeth, Mid Summer Night's Dream......
Author: Burt, Daniel S.
Title: The novel 100 : a ranking of the Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1086002333991912562004-05-31T04:15:00.000-07:002004-05-31T04:18:53.990-07:00A little something about why air gets colder as altitude increases....
TROPOSPHERE - unstable zone between surface and 12 km where temperature decreases with altitude. Warmed at bottom by earth’s surface and cooled at top by convective decompression and cloud-top radiation and reflectivity.
STRATOSPHERE - A stable zone in the atmosphere, immediately above the troposphere, where the temperatureTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1085642057331038512004-05-27T00:10:00.000-07:002004-06-08T22:15:36.463-07:00(Metta Sutta)
The ten types of kindness bestowed by the mother on the child:
The first is the kindness of protection and care while the child is in the womb.
The second is the kindness of bearing suffering during the birth.
The third is the kindness of forgetting all the pain once the child has been born.
The fourth is the kindness of eating the bitter herself and saving the sweet for Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1085367567659122602004-05-23T19:45:00.000-07:002004-05-23T19:59:27.660-07:00Just got back to Singapore a few hours ago. Sikkim is a good place to trek, except fog shrouded the snow-capped mountains most of the time. never realise how frail humans actually are when competing against nature. Mountain sickness and thin air are not something that one can easily prepare for. Especially when Singaporeans are such spoilt trekkers. SOmeone actually acked for hot showers. The Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1083924779574392042004-05-07T03:09:00.000-07:002004-05-07T03:17:27.403-07:00Diving was cool, sea turtles, weird giantic fishes, giant clams, nemo and anemone, colourful, wonderful. The other group got baracuda, jellyfish. Was pretty hesitant about going down in the water and actually. Kinda like trying to drown your self while watching the water envelope your whole head.
Still can feel myself swaying with the waves, like the room won't hold still......Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1083642767365614192004-05-03T20:51:00.000-07:002004-05-03T20:56:50.653-07:00Going Pulau Aur.... Already have very tender shoulders and arms from yesterday's sun.... Hopefully will survive through without getting my skin charred and flaking...Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1083432812585086572004-05-01T10:25:00.000-07:002004-05-01T10:37:52.326-07:00Mum started her campaign to get me to go to convocation 5 min ago, at 1.20am...... when the need to go through all the meaningless rituals and ceremonies? Singapore is filled to the brim with undergrads, so meaningless, seeing NUS churn out grads, 3 times a day, 500 a day for a whole week. yah, I feel REALLY SPECIAL. Is she the stubborn one or is it me? I don't see why the sudden need to see me Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1083256157956693922004-04-29T09:08:00.000-07:002004-04-29T09:36:44.670-07:00Weird musings I have these days. Must be too much free time, suddenly lost interest in movies or maybe that there are not many good movies out there at this period. And not much good songs.
Another accident. This time at Ayer Rajah. Human are so fragile. Take I knife, make an incision. The first layer of skin gives way. After the dermis, you get the flash then the tiny veinns, then the arteries.Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1083134852159671042004-04-27T23:28:00.000-07:002004-04-27T23:51:47.153-07:00Reading David mitchell's No 9 Dream. Another weird funny book. I would think it's just like Ghostwritten. You have to piece the story together yourself. Jac claims that David Mitchell is too indulgent while I think he sees thins from a differnt perspective. Examining normal daily life stuff as if it was the first time he saw it.
Alternating between feeling a cold pit in my tummy (jobless) and Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1082604236105311412004-04-21T19:57:00.000-07:002004-04-29T09:38:42.060-07:00My whole academic career has come to a grand finale... or rather not. Not going for convocation. Went back to lib last evening and brrowed tons of books. Plants, insects, zoo, buddhism, coral reefs, novels.... I would consider myself a vocarious reader. Still have to finish up Middle Sex and return it to Zen.
I went out with Colin for a long trek yesterday, before he jets off to Scotland for hisTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1081959813965854932004-04-14T09:12:00.000-07:002004-04-27T23:58:25.263-07:00Cleared him out of my system. Time to move on. Stand up, brush the dirt aside it's time to continue my journey.
was chatting to davit on icq just now.
Life. scream run shut jump yell tear your hair out. And you're back at where you started again.
From a third peron point of view, I'm exactly the type of person that I hate. bad to the one who is nicest to her. but sometimes, feelings just getsTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1081434767919746952004-04-08T07:27:00.000-07:002004-04-08T07:50:40.500-07:00Savage Garden. Such a good band. why must they break up.....
Hold Me
Do you remember not long ago?
When we used to live for the nighttime
Cherish each moment
Now we don't live we exist
We just run through our lives
So alone
That's why you've got to hold me
Hey
If we can find a way out of these problems
Then maybe we don't need this
Standing face to face
Enemies at war we build defences
And Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1081257774983300972004-04-06T06:22:00.000-07:002004-04-06T06:26:40.293-07:00cynical. too alert, looking and hearing and thinking too clearly. I sit and take in everything, dissect and feel cynical. not a particularly good state of mind to be in. I feel like I'm sitting down in a corner, alone and still, while watching the world rush past me and everything is in a whirlwind of colour. I feellike squatting down and not move. idiosyncrasy
Exams. My whole school life over Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1080615199372759692004-03-29T18:53:00.000-08:002004-03-29T18:57:34.496-08:00Dazed. Sleep tons but still feel dazed. I am walking but I dunno where I am walking to. Took the bus today and dun wanna get off the bus cos I dunno where I want to go. Very bad state of mind to be in at this time where exams are right in front of my nose.
I'm looking at things with my eyes right open but seeing nothing. I want to give myself a hard shake and wake the fuck up. Maybe I need a Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1080402251356091142004-03-27T07:44:00.000-08:002004-03-27T07:47:42.733-08:00ICQ him for 3 hours. Lost the messages. Not in the message archive. Is that considered divine intervention?
Wake up! go work! Don't wallow! Get a grip! Crazy idiot!
maybe need to get a run to clear my system. I need a change of brain. Childish foolish lazy crappy overdramatic meTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1080315470715723522004-03-26T07:37:00.000-08:002004-04-27T23:55:43.653-07:00Have you ever stood on a mountain and looked at a completely clear and empty sky? The feeling of space, calm and clarity is awesome and inspiring. But when we peer up at the sky from the middle of a city, our view is limited by the high rises around us, and we can't see the sky because the clouds and pollution obscure it. From the point of view of the sky, nothing has changed. The sky is still Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1080099834371534562004-03-23T19:43:00.000-08:002004-03-23T19:47:21.123-08:00Why do people fight? Esp in the name of religion….
Why are some people luckier than other?
Why are some people all alone while friends surround others?
Why some people are so oriented when others are drifting around?
Why some people are born into good family while others are not?
Why are some people smart and others not so?
Why are some people pretty and others average or ugly?
Why do people fallTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1079531614509970522004-03-17T05:53:00.000-08:002004-03-17T05:56:51.936-08:00Had a funny time doing group project. First time the group actually met together for so long. But tired and have lotsa stuff too do.... HAZOP sucks and is such a bore. Decide to not steal my niece name and call myself Summer. Now I'm called Doreamo....
Work hard, don't think too much about affairs of the hard. There are things enough to worry. One day, I'll look back and laugh at all my silly Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1079416775423164042004-03-15T21:59:00.000-08:002004-03-15T22:02:51.763-08:00I don’t know why the hell I am writing in my blog when I should be studying for my test which will take place in 15 hrs time. I shouldn’t have start talking to Jac about ysc. Once I start, I couldn’t stop cos it was so good to finally get it out of my system. It made me think better too. I think I'm letting him affect me more than I would like to admit
XB is good to me. I think he knows that theTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1078959281228386332004-03-10T14:54:00.000-08:002004-03-10T14:57:49.576-08:00crazy as it sounds, I actually spent the nite in the EA comp lab with people I don't really know.... Now all i know is that I'm sticky and stinky and dying for a bath.....one nite down and one moe to go.
signed up for diving and the tibet thing. Hopefully they'll turn out fun, crossing my fingers.
Surprisingly Colin msged me yesterday. Out if the blue. We've haven't really stayed in touch afterTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1078898159007602362004-03-09T21:55:00.000-08:002004-03-09T21:59:06.360-08:00It seems like I do my growing up in chunks and not a smooth transition curve. Amazingly, it has already been 9 months since I did my IA... Time flies. Anyway, looking back, I can understand how childish I must have seem like to most people, and how I thought it was cool that I seem to be able to mix with the older working people....
The two previous time that I went out with them was after Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1078482179482712682004-03-05T02:22:00.000-08:002004-03-05T02:26:00.686-08:00Fucked. SIs is still not giving me back the thumbdrive. How the fuck to transfer file to Ah Bee's laptop.... Fucking falling behind times for the DP. Panicking like hell.
Only good thing that happened is that grandma has been transfered out of the ICU so now we can go visit her. AT least her condition was better than what I thought. At least she could recognised me and speak to me. I had Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1077768838867318282004-02-25T20:01:00.000-08:002004-02-25T20:16:48.840-08:00Lotsa stuff to do, lotsa work, buried up to my neck and soon it's going to reach my nose and drown me...... And i will fight back. Got the hysys up and running, got the dump folder, got lib crad from xy (who's going to get me a bikini from melbourne), he msged me last nite after I asked him if he wants perry's and hysys. He asked what book me reading. Well, at least it shows he is interested in Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1077587285635045032004-02-23T17:48:00.000-08:002004-02-23T17:50:52.420-08:00Fucking irritating mood today. Woke up and was bugged by mum for coming home late. Yah right late. Tell that to the school for arranging classes that stretched till 9pm. SO sue me for taking it. Fuck it. I only reached home at 10pm. Like I enjoy going home at a time when people are preparing to go to bed.
Met Liqing this morn. Yah right, her name is alice. ANd yah right, EE full of smart people,Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1077501508073692292004-02-22T17:57:00.000-08:002004-04-06T06:33:24.186-07:00The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about theTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1077500494138784092004-02-22T17:35:00.000-08:002004-02-22T17:44:19.450-08:00People are never what you expect them to be.... can't imagine the prof who gave me the hell of a time during my rp actually agreed to be my referee and write a testimonial for me. Eternally grateful to him, more so if he gives me a good grade for the project. feeling ashame that I was talking bad about him when he was giving me hell last year. My sixth sense strikes again!
Something good today! Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1077431743287297102004-02-21T22:35:00.000-08:002004-02-21T22:38:27.606-08:00Arrrrgggggg............... STupid HysysTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1077240024931325182004-02-19T17:20:00.000-08:002004-02-19T17:23:06.420-08:00Extra resolutions:
1) Ultimate sacrifice – allowed only 3 more movies – Mystic River, City of Gods and Monster. No more movies till after exams. Save $ for graduation trip.
2) No more cds. Joni Mitchell’s Taming The Tiger is last buy till I start earning money.
3) No more story books till exam ends. My reading material will be textbooks, required readings and newspaper. Browsing at Co-op, Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1077071862383602712004-02-17T18:37:00.000-08:002004-02-17T18:40:21.106-08:00getting overwhelmed by work and stuff the past two weeks. not been sleeping very well and been feeling funny and light headed. Think I need to take a step back, check the map and the direction that I want to go before I join in the rat race again.
Read the article on mindfulness and meditation by Venerable Thubten Chodron.
Throughout the day, try to be aware of what you are thinking, feeling, Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1076386890956202012004-02-09T20:21:00.000-08:002004-02-09T20:23:58.780-08:00COldplay - The Scientist
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1076052045900858732004-02-05T23:20:00.000-08:002004-02-05T23:23:08.403-08:00I'm trying to be a good girl now. Have been self indulgent long enough. Time to clean up my act. NOw give in to my own whines and fancy. Do my redaings, revise my work, finish projects before dateline, diet, not bother nghp unneccessarily, say thanks when he gives in to me, even when I'm in the wrong, don't bully xuan xuan, spend more time playing with her instead of dumping her aside whenI'm Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1075949385354311392004-02-04T18:49:00.000-08:002004-02-04T18:52:06.013-08:00Feel so silly. Because realized that no matter how much I dwell over it, how twisted by insides feel, he’s totally oblivious to it. He’ll never know that there’s actually such emotion existing inside me that was caused by him. And sooner or later, by leaving those feelings alone, they will fade away and cease to be important to me. So will him. So why not just sit back and not think about it at Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1075862184307183042004-02-03T18:36:00.000-08:002004-04-28T00:02:51.530-07:00Jac's reviewer and my comments (in italics). Suddenly realised I seem to be describing myself
Only 2 and half stars for lost in trsnln and his review as follows:
Lost in Translation (Sofia Coppola, 2003)
I don’t think the film itself is offensive because the scenes in question are really only showing us Bob’s jaundiced point of view. It’s this same point of view that makes him feel the idea Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1075514304937963352004-01-30T17:58:00.000-08:002004-01-30T18:00:39.186-08:00Back in comp cluster. Have to go for law tutorial soon. Don't know why but his face just suddenly jumped into my mind on the bus just now.Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1075426043135384382004-01-29T17:27:00.000-08:002004-04-28T00:05:07.466-07:00The SBS transport system..... Waited damn long for 151. When a single 151 bus decided to show up, I had to crampe myself into a pathetic space next to the door. Got squashed whenever the door opened and people who are physically unable to get on the bus will perform so amzing contortionist act i.e. step on your shoes, shove their breast in your face or push their arm across yours...... ArrrrrggggTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1075350784294010512004-01-28T20:29:00.000-08:002004-01-28T20:35:15.466-08:00suddenly lost. doing lotsa stonning. I'm trying to force myself into the hyper mode and get lotsa work done.
Money, mum, dad, money, nghp, src, dp, money etc...........
Asking for help on dp from all sources.... sent email to cherkt and lohhsi. Hope they will be as kind as to help... so sorry and embarrassing to be troubling them. My project and I'm asking them for helpTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1075105230426037422004-01-26T00:16:00.000-08:002004-01-26T00:22:37.966-08:00Argggg.Been in comp lab since 8.30am. It's now going to be 4.30pm. Microelectronic processing lesson from 6pm to 9pm. I'm proud to announce that I'm the first user of the newly refurnished and reopen comp lab of chem eng! Should have signed my name on the wall....
I announce that I will overcome my phobia of all the stupid distillation equations and set up the distillation calculation . Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1074692841834840692004-01-21T05:41:00.000-08:002004-01-21T05:49:22.340-08:00New Year eve when all the others are at home tucking into great reunion feasts, I was at Cineleisure watching Irreversible. Not as good as Dogville. And I'm online pouring my guts out to a website that nobody will ever read or even if they do, there is a slight possibility they know me.
My own little space amidst all the chaos, a small little broom closet I run and hide into in the midst of a Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1074692038421163682004-01-21T05:21:00.000-08:002004-01-21T05:35:59.090-08:00Maybe I've aready made up my mind after talking to zen. I'm not sure. Maybe I've chosen to be alone. Maybe I'm really emotionally distanced like yeosc said.Why should I care about what anyone said?
Told Tohlp after Dogville, while on the way home, that I thought I knew those guys. After going back to studyland and being able to think without any influence, I don't think I really know them that Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1074647513167877752004-01-20T17:11:00.000-08:002004-01-20T17:13:53.450-08:00Dogville last nite was excellent. (despite the fact that he went out of his way not to sit next to me. In fact, in all the movies, I only sat next to him once, in Fanfan la tulipe)
Questions:
Was Grace’s spirit broken by the villagers (after ben took advantage of her), so broken that she stopped fighting back, if she did ever put up a fight in the first place? So broken she didn’t want to leaveTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1074139894874150102004-01-14T20:11:00.000-08:002004-01-14T20:13:27.153-08:00I saw JC yesterday outside the library. He said he was trying to find a quiet place to think. Said he saw Eric and asked him for my handphone number. U know, the usual stuff, how's life etc.
It has been 5 years now. Scary how time just go by, scary how everything fades with timeTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1073957213325486282004-01-12T17:26:00.000-08:002004-01-12T17:27:14.400-08:00From the invisibleogre-
stumble
fall
bleed
cry
nurse
rise
walk
run
empty stillTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1073956957212633702004-01-12T17:22:00.000-08:002004-01-12T17:22:58.326-08:00- Excepts from an email I got -
>"Balance of Life" - important for us ALL!
>
>They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.
>
>You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1073956763294238422004-01-12T17:19:00.000-08:002004-01-12T17:19:44.440-08:00Sometimes, things can be so clear and yet you never realize it until much later….. As you get more and more involved in human relationships, you start to lose your objective and put in too much emotion. That’s when illogical decisions are made, which may not always end up good.
I know some people may argue you need to give it your all etc but what happens when things fail? You need to at least Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1073792642783786512004-01-10T19:29:00.000-08:002004-01-10T19:44:23.040-08:00I seriously need a life and get out of friendster and my silly little infatuation. My new year resolution - remain sane, logical, hardworking student and as the beatles sang it, Let It Be.
No more wild imagination at work, put down the 'human attena' and put up the lead wall to block of all gamma, radio whatever other waves out there.
Welcome my hermit shell and weird, indie movies! I'm back Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1073542572517213542004-01-07T22:16:00.000-08:002004-01-07T22:16:32.366-08:00Do you go for security and familiarity or gut feeling and love?
The guy whom you have been with for nearly 3 years?
Or the guy who is interesting and shares a lot of common interest, whom you don’t know if, is interested in you?
I chose the former after a lot of deliberation. Maybe I’m scare, maybe I fell guilty or maybe it’s just deep down inside I love him. I don’t know. Or maybe I’m too Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1072415525749333582003-12-25T21:12:00.000-08:002003-12-25T21:12:22.166-08:00I've been walking in forest for the past few mornings. I find myself yearning for a place without human, when I don't need to play mind games with any one. I'm so tired of trying to pick up hidden meanings behind words, from trying to ignore certain people. I just feel so tired and weary, dragging myself along.
Why are guys sometimes so dumb and oblivious to manipulations, to those little Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1070884554483659922003-12-08T03:54:00.000-08:002003-12-08T03:56:05.686-08:00Shit. My long long msg just suddenly got lost halfway through typing. Maybe some other mightier forces are trying to tell me to stop whinning and get a life........ thanks for the not so subtle hintTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1070633487135610652003-12-05T06:08:00.000-08:002003-12-05T06:11:38.196-08:00I don't know why I feel so lone. I have friends, soemtimes more than I care for. My life is a solitude in constant motion.
If I feel so alone, why don't I just care up a few friends to go out? I don't know. I'm tired and weary and I don't want to play those games that human play. I've no energy to try to second guess everyine. Cos I can't do it and I'm always that fucking naive as to think Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-107037264157906182003-12-02T05:42:00.000-08:002003-12-02T05:44:11.410-08:00"I hate my youthfulness, too many words, too many opinions, too many emotions"Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1070371886801249092003-12-02T05:17:00.000-08:002003-12-02T05:31:36.810-08:00My big big mess of a life. not much to speak of.
Went to Pulau Ubin on 25th. Suppose to meet up with 3 other people to share cab but ended up they went there in another guy's car. Only one knew I was meeting them but she didn't tell me. Waited for 40 minutes......... sucker............
Was fuming mad by the time I got there. Was so sorely tempted to go home. Was blasted by mum for going out andTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1069841106749429692003-11-26T02:05:00.000-08:002003-11-26T02:05:15.510-08:00And I had many friends. They were mostly friends of circumstances, true - I've haven't kept up with many of them - but the circunstances were good.
Despite this activity, I often felt alone, more so as time went by. My life was a busy kind of solitude, much motion with little emotion........ 'Existential crisis' would be the name of htis syndrome, but I will not dwell on it. Angst is not much ofTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1069514173135981312003-11-22T07:13:00.000-08:002003-11-22T07:16:20.680-08:00Went to Little India to get by eyebrows threaded. Go figure. Anyway was quite cool. the first time I actually went really into Little India,
Sign........... my upset tummy is still upset. Nothing seems to be able to cheer it up, sad pathetic tummy of mine. Must be trying to share the pathetic life of its owner...Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1069162644137042902003-11-18T05:36:00.000-08:002003-11-18T05:37:30.506-08:00sick... feeling all weak and sore.... sign... go mild case of gastric, food poisoning and flu all rolled into one.... urg...............Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085071.post-1068956943938314912003-11-15T20:24:00.000-08:002003-11-15T20:29:09.703-08:00Sometimes I just feel lost and confused. Like I'm always the observer in this world, always on the side line looking on, observing. Sometimes I think I see more than what I need, that i just want to close my eyes and not see anymore.
Sure, there are times when everything is good. There are times when it's bad. And I just walk on. Sometimes alone, sometimes I have company. Nobody seems to stay Tumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027782788768289165noreply@blogger.com