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the sun, the sand & the sea.
politikal analyst.
digs rock, raves, elektronik danze musik & fun reads.
9/28/2006 08:45:00 pm, Thursday, September 28, 2006
i miss you like a big mouse loves rice.
such an apt metaphor.
and i wish i had rice right now.
9/25/2006 11:34:00 am, Monday, September 25, 2006
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto th eedge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him the knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
someone i studied in jc. someone's poetry which seems relevant all of a sudden.
in this life there are both the bad and the good. only trust that you've got those who love you for both and that's enough to conquer the rest.
9/18/2006 10:51:00 pm, Monday, September 18, 2006
it would make things so much better if you would just
BEND A LITTLE FOR ME.
it may be my fault, but you nitpick so much. i'm tripping over myself t get to you. and now that i've fallen, i don't know if i should pick myself up and go on or return back to base. and it doesn't help when you refuse to give in.
two raging bulls won't win. one will die and one will be seriously fucking injured.
9/17/2006 01:18:00 pm, Sunday, September 17, 2006
what a night, what a night, what a SATURDAY NIGHT.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDDDY.
and then ROTANA/ROCKSTAR BBQ at yiwen's place in ulu-fied tampines.
and then MoS t meet my t2 people (albeit sean & ju only), guanooo, jem and marcus.
you came and made my night, and i know you didn't wanna club in the first place. :]six shots, a hot mix of hiphop r&b and house, great people, fun company.
potent mixture for a sizzling night out.
easily the best i've had for ages.
i hear the R-people are planning mambo during term break.
ivan mambo comes t mind. lol.
wanna come w me again? ;]the books have been waiting patiently while i partied.
tis time i returned to them.
week 6 here i come!
9/16/2006 03:56:00 pm, Saturday, September 16, 2006
a rainy dreary saturday afternoon and im staring at my lappie screen,
trying t drum up an eon of motivation t do my sociology assignment but -zilch-.
how everyone's (well mostly) studying (well i assume they are) and i'm not.
week 6 of school term is dawning upon us and i feel slack.
yet, i feel angsty.
this neverending cycle of competitiveness and undue pressure on students to perform,
something that can and may only be found in sunny ol' singapore.
suddenly going overseas seems so appealing..and yet, that may deemed as a form of escape from reality.
if others could do it, why can't i?
always apply to oneself seemingly impossible situations that others have overcome, and you realise that your problems seem so miniscule.
alcohol seems like such a temporal escape that it has lost all its meaning.
once high, the after-effects are shit. and unworthy of having gotten drunk in the first place. but apparently good alcohol doesn't give you hangovers, well i can only conclude i haven't gotten really good alcohol EVER.
two guys and one girl. well, i'll just sit on the fence. but from an outsider's point of view, all's fair in love and war. may the best man win. from a friend's point of view, i just hope all get minimally scathed and may this end soon with all relationships un-severed.
how the price of a few puffs suddenly weighed so heavily upon me. a lesson learnt, the hardest, hardest way.