a difficult girl with difficult expectations who at this point in time doesn't give two hoots about some complex concept called love which seems to be fatally encoded in the human DNA but yet at times she purportedly is still an ounce bothered by it but hey who cares anyway cos love isn't the be-all and end-all of existance and there are greater things out there be it in singapore or zimbabwe or timbaktu that are lesser affected by contrived emotions hence more worthy a cause in terms of blood and prespiration and tears thus the girl continues to view the world as her oyster although she is still seemingly locked in an ivory tower where she is restlessly prancing forwards and backwards waiting for the right moment to break out.
This sighing lateness; a postmodern liminality. This is where I am.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. - Mark Twain
"I'm a connoisseur of roads. I've been tasting roads my whole life. This road will never end. It probably goes all around the world." - Mike Waters, My Own Private Idaho
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay there's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there (you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort here)
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack it don't make no difference escaping one last time it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
O Time, in the blink of an eye! 5:06 AM
Sunday, December 23, 2007
21 岁, 对我而言真的不太吉利。 又再长大, 又再面目全非。
我依然坚持人不需长命。 重质不重量。 以往认定50岁就应到九泉下。 现在认为还是55吧。
因为想用那几年。。。 休假。
生。 死。
O Time, in the blink of an eye! 11:50 PM
Monday, December 17, 2007
Because I was called "racist".
Heck, having this in English is racist too.
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December seems to give people a sense of festivity and boundless joy. For the life of me, I just can't fathom this, although yes, I believe that God exists. December always make me feel crowded and compartmentalized. The month reminds me mainly, of people I know. Specifically, foreign friends and local friends who are overseas. December is never a one-way street of positivity, but a roundabout of flat gradient over different types of terrain. It becomes an intense period of knowing new foreign friends, and touching-base with those already acquainted. And then January arrives and everyone of us is sucked back into the habit of living.
[Looking back]
December 2003: Sunburst Youth Camp - Singapore delegate
December 2004: Attended finale of SYC and got grilled about The Break-Up and university choices
December 2005: Sunburst Youth Camp - liaison officer
December 2006: Singapore-Hong Kong International Youth Exchange Programme
December 2007: Sunburst Youth Camp: Alumni Camp - participant
December is the month when I visit the airport. And the airport is the one place that encompasses life.
I detest times like this. The brain goes into overdrive thinking of and about all sorts of ideas and issues, with none being of any relevance to examination topics.
And I got to thinking about the Satisfactory/Unsatisfactory Option at my university.
One word. Ridiculous.
But that's something for post-exam. Right now, think Inequality and Life Course!