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3 new students in my class this semester. Out of the three of them, one seems pretty aloof , another always AWOL-ing and the last one is really friendly. But I'm warming up to them one by one and I guess the more people the merrier. haha. Adds more flavour and excitement to our class. That being said, all 3 of them are really DE-motivated , and that's not exaggerating. They either failed a few modules or completely retained. What irks me is our lecturer who e-mailed my whole class and implied that we were making fun of them and discouraging them , mind you, she sent that e-mail just 2 days after the new semester had started , the first 2 days of school in which NONE of us had  even spoken a squeak to any of the 3 guys then. So tell me, who's the one looking at them with a biased view ? jeeeeez.

I think what excites me is that I have finally found a classmate who takes part in triathlons too! (Although the one who does is the aloof one) , but the one who loves diving is  really warm and sociable. Let's hope they turn out to be guai guys and stop fooling around this sem. I doubt anyone of us wish to see them repeat the modules again. Besides, looking at it from another perspective, it's a perk to have them in our class, cos they'd be able to explain concepts we don't understand. :D


Anyhooooo, besides my new classmates who have brought abit more life in class, especially tutorials, S&W is unbelievably... PHYSICAL. Right now, my butt is separated from the freezing marble floor by 2 flattened blue cushions and my sore legs are spread out in front of me. ahh. sore sore muscles. hip hop is REALLY not my thing. I repeat, hip hop and  me is a no-no. I don't know how my friend managed to persuade me to choose that for the s&w module, especially after I openly stated that  it's the LAST choice I'd ever choose for this module. ghah. hand and leg coordination is not even in my vocab! I know I'll survive this module with sore muscles, a scar on my self esteem and a full dose of healthy teasing from my good friend. ( yes, I know I dance like a psychotic, short-circuited robot , stiff as a cardboard).

Other than that, this week has been a great 5 days of school. Still trying to keep my head afloat for jap, the weekly tests are getting on my nerves. Is there something wrong with me? I don't even converse in cantonese in my daily life, but when I have to count numbers or time in japanese, I count it in CANTONESE. What's my problem!?! I am determined to ace next week's quiz and I'm gonna dunk my head into the 4 jap books the school has so kindly shoved in our face. (:Ganbatte! :D

AND GOOD LUCK TO THOSE MUGGING FOR A LEVELS.
STAY STRONG AND GANBATTE( = jia you = all the best) !!!!

got to stop it.

Once again, the guitar has made me esctatic about absolutely nothing at all. I love it's woody smell. It's calling " play me, strum me , serenade me!". sorry. my futile attempts at relearning guitar chords have completely destroyed the confidence  my shiny once abandoned wooden friend has in me. (:

I love you so. Please let me be the one for you! ( and not my dad. ) he can go play his own rusty guitar. this one's mine. :D

Going to Japan was such a great treat ! Saying that the people there are real polite and hygienic is a serious understatement. They are POLITE and CLEAN in capital letters, bold , font size 72, highlighted in yellow. Well, what can I say. When it's only me and my dad in Tokyo, and him going to work... I was left to  tinker on my own. hee hee.(:

I'm not going to talk about the attractions I saw in Japan, cos it's all stored in my memory bank nice and sweet and somehow, spilling it out here is just gonna spoil the magic of the whole 'lone ranger' experience I had in tokyo. but.. i'm going to tell you ALL the quirky behaviour I saw in Tokyo.

first off, to get to any place exciting, you've got to take the metro or subway. and man, if i thought singapore's mrt system was organised, their train system is 5 times more complicated but just as organised. and they have the ''ez link'' tap card system. Did Singapore snitch that idea from the japanese? pardon my ignorance. (:

 I'm not here to praise the efficiency of the japanese or singapore government.I'm here to tell you what happened in the tunnel on my way to the subway. see... how many people do you need to change a poster and clean the advertising board? 2? maybe 3 people? oh no-o-o-o, not in japan. I counted 6 blue-suited workers lined up in a row, armed with gloves, cleaning towels, sprays and a toothbrush - like device .. all ready to begin OPERATION SQUEAKY CLEAN. It's actually kind of charming to see them  put in so much effort to clean a billboard and put up a poster so lovingly and with so much dedication. (absolutely no satire in this post, i mean every word i say!)

that's quirky - cute incident number 1. Then there was the kindergarten incident. I was walking along the streets of akasaka where the senso-ji temple is and it was SATURATED with tourists. gosh. but I had to go there cos being the typical tourist, i wanted to touch the famed big bell near the temple PLUS look at the never-ending variety of rice crackers and onigiri( rice balls) and MOCHI. yummy! But the icing on top of this short visit to the temple was neither the bell nor the rice crackers that were crackling and calling out to me... no sireee. It was the kindergarten kids there! 100% innocent and 200% adorable! They all had matching hats and of course uniforms! and the most touching part of this whole picture is that the mothers are all patiently waiting  outside the kindergarten with their bicycles ready to pick them up and cycle back home. aww.do you see a small part of the picture that has a sign saying " no taking pictures" comeon.. this picture is priceless. thae kids are just too itschy kitschy CUTE! by the way, the kindergarten is in a monastery, so the monks (or is it nuns??) are the ones taking care of the kids. (:


Incident number 3. escalators, staircases and a whole lot of courtesy-ness. everyone keeps to the left. just like singapore.. or not. we only do that when we have to and only occasionally. The Japanese queue up on the left hand side when walking up the stairs, when taking the escalators.. and even queue for the train! Y'know, we usually just rush for the train and it's first come first serve right? But the japanese line up in a line behind one another just to get onto the train! No such thing as cutting queue!  

wonderment and amazement. they have alcohol sanitizers in every single public toilet I've been to.And each toilet had a different way of switching on the tap. I spent the better hald of 10 minutes figuring out if it was sensor-activated, or to turn the protruding metal i perceived to be a knob, or to push the metal appendage that was protruding beneath the tap. oh gosh. all the different ways just to get the water OUT.

one thing i realise. most Japanese bring handkerchieves.Although there are tissues provided, they still whip out their small towels to wipe their mouth. how considerate. just one more way to cut down on the excessive use of paper. ( secretly I think they have to cut down cos they spend so much paper on wrapping up EVERYTHING. from their food to their souvenirs.. in pretty, coloured, beautifully designed wrapping paper that is in turn wrapped in another 2 layers of soft, white , tissue like paper) - I say this not meaning to be offensive cos I love the japanese way of gift wrapping and am in love with their origami and beautifully designed sheets of paper. (:


These pics were taken when I was in the Origami Museum. Really pretty when it's up-close as you'll be able to spot the intricate folds that give it texture and design. Starting to sound like some pompous artist who thinks she knows alot about origami! hehe. It's just that origami is intriguing to me. making something beautiful out of just paper. sigh.

there are so many more things I'd like to say but I'm pressed for time. I can go on and on about the food there cos food is my number one love. So I better not start cos you know this post will take days to finally appear once I start on food. Just one thing. Japanese are CRAZY over RED BEANS! every dessert and some main dishes I ate had some sort of red bean in it. Be it mashed, whole, soupy, pasty.. you name it they've got it embedded inside the food. but delectable it is!

Go to Japan! I'd love to experience the countryside for a change. But start off with Tokyo. Cos it's a melting pot of quirkiness. (:

I was at St Mary's attending mass today and I saw the sweetest act of love. With our government putting so much emphasis on racial harmony , I think what I saw this kid do during mass was just absolutely touching. (:

See, this 6 year old american boy walked in with his mum  who was carrying his little 4 year old brother. And behind them was an Asian couple, the mum cradling her 2 year old toddler. ( a boy too). Then when the mum let her toddler down, i guess he immediately smelled freedom, so he fleed from his mum and attempted the greatest escape of his life, too bad his itty bitty short legs hampered his great escape. The amazing thing was, that the  6 year old blonde boy was the one who helped to stop the toddler, and even walked him back to his mum! He was so enamoured by the 2 year old asian boy after his heroic rescue act, he played with the lil asian tot for practically the whole mass. His eyes were so focused on making sure the toddler didn't try running away again, he seemed like a personal guardian angel for that little kid.

And I think that really brought to mind the whole asian discrimination thing that still happens in countries like Australia and US. I hope that 6 year old  american kid will grow up to be a really wholesome boy and oh! bless his little heart. I hope his younger brother will emulate his older brother's love for all humans of every race.

i really try to stay grounded to reality ,
but sometimes letting my mind wander off to the bluest oceans of the Caribbean,
the teeming underwater life in Australiais Great Barrier Reef,
the dazzling beauty of Hawaii...

All that imagery just makes me detest going to school. Not that I don't enjoy school,
it's just the monotony of the same routine. I'm bored of it. bored. bored. bored.


I'm tempted to take a week off school, miss the exams, go on a plane ride all the way to Florida,
experience Disney World and all it's magic all over again. 

 Of cotton candy clouds, overflowing chocolate waterfalls , lush, green gardens replete with blooming tulips , beautiful summer dresses in every colour imaginable. sigh.

p.s. i even dreamt of what it'd be like becoming a nun. not a bad idea actually.

oh. i saw the trailer for Coraline, a new movie coming out. It's so Tim Burton-ish!!!! I must watch it! (:

Osim Tri was the BOMB! (: I'm so awfully grateful to have Ying Liang and Ginni as friends during the event! Thank goodness we had each other! even though we couldn't stick with each other during the course of the race, just knowing they were doing the event too was a great comfort.(:

The event was definitely more organised than the MILO tri and there was no confusion or chaos about where to rack our bikes or having to worry about crashing into people during the cycling section. There were plenty of accidents, especially for cycling. Those guys with muscles and pro - looking bicycles were so chiong-heh, haha. I saw one of them crash straight into the barrier! Gosh. Then there were those that were just so exhausted, they literally fell off their bikes and had to stop over to nurse their fresh wounds. (: See. Slow and steady wins the race.

The 2 new experiences I had there was the body marking part and the sports massage. The volunteers had these chops with numbers 1 - 9 and they would stamp your race number onto both arms and legs. Pretty cool. (: But I felt like I was some kind of food product getting a barcode stamped onto me.Oh! and we had these timechip strapped to our leg to record our timing for each leg of the race , that was new for me. :D Anyway, nobody looks at the time when they're racing, when you're swimming or running or cycling, the human brain practically shuts out everything and you're left with the elemental function of just "surviving".

I thought I'd gotten used to drinking seawater. But I guess not! Seawater will never ever ever be a "gotten used to" taste.ack. yuck. disgusting. just plain gross. enough said.

After the race, the three of us decided to go for a sports massage after the race. The volunteer massagers were all NYP year 2 sports science students!I bet we were their guinea pigs, you know.. to improve their skills in doing body massaging. haha It was realllllyyyyyy ticklish! Especially the thigh area. But it was worth bearing the ticklish feeling, cos the leg muscles were loosened up and I could actually feel my blood circulation returning.

When I got home, I straight away crashed the bed. haha. slept like a pig till dinner time. bleh. I don't think I have the mood to pick up my notes to study for the chem pract and bio pract and biostats pract. somany practs. on the same day too! gosh. I don't know how I'm gonna cram everything by next tues but I will!

Time to sleep again. (: Exhaustion is an understatement.
Good luck to those doing the olympic tri tmr! (:

Do you remember the falling stars

that like swift horses through the heavens raced

and suddenly leaped across the hurdles

of our wishes -do you recall? And we

did make so many! For there were countless numbers

of stars : each time we looked above we were

astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,

whilst in our hearts we felt safe and secure

watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate.

knowing somehowwe had survived their fall
.
- Rainer Maria Rilke. "Falling Stars"

I think most of us flip the "Today" newspaper almost everyday. I remember a boy who used to write articles in this particular newspaper and his essays talked about everything under the sun and I always looked forward to reading his articles. But I realise I haven't seen an article from him for almost  2 years now, I wonder what happened to him. I know he has brittle bone disease and a great command of english. But that's all. . people like him don't just suddenly stop writing in to a particular newspaper, especially if one is a regular columnist. I wish I knew more about him and if he's doing fine.

ok. break time here. ADVERTISEMENT. I'm endorsing Pepperidge Farm's Baked Goldfish Crackers. Cheddar cheese flavour! yummy! It's currently my favourite snack. ok. It's abit on the salty side, but it's really addictive. I wiped out nearly the whole packet at one sitting,save for the crumbs. (:

Anyhoooo. I've become my mum's official nutritionist. haha. I plan her lunches now. And instruct my domestic maid to make all sorts of interesting lunch box meals for her. (: So you know.. you can look for me if you need help with eating ''healthily''. no service charge I promise.

I'm not looking forward to tests next week. But I get to miss school tmr! yay! (: That means spending a full day of quality time with my dad after his loooong hiatus overseas. <3

gah, tmr's a 6.00 am to 11 pm day. Can I have a break? We all need one. We do. We really do. :(

They left me high and dry . Sings in a slow, tortuturous, mellow tone.. All By Myself.......... All BY Myself...... ooooh....
I wish I could use an M16 to shoot my grp members , or maybe borrow a bow and arrow from my archery classmate , or maybe a parang knife will do. ANYTHING to make them hurt. man. I wish I wasn't stuck with such lazy people.

SIGH. i should just let nature do its work. (H1N1.. just do your job.. you know who to target - those 2 lazy bums.) DO IT. bleh.

I feel so vengeful.. thiinking of so many different creative , imaginary ways I could make them pay for not contributing any work towards their exam grade. Some arejust so evil and mean.. you know.. there's one scenario involving a nuclear bomb, one with an electric chair .. just too many colourful and creative ways I wish they went through. :D

i SHALL END MY BAD INTENTIONS HERE. I will look ahead at the bright future of my other exam grades and let this presentation be one hell of an experience.

In the quest to have a least 3 decent days of proper june holidays in the last week of June, I crammed as much exciting stuff as I could these past 3 days. Save me from my dignity. I can't believe I did some things I did, but I did.

- Got my mum to drive me to kallang ice skating centre just to skate. ok. maybe not skate. attempt to slide across the ice with the butt out, hands desperately flailing as I tried to maintain my balance and the little shred of dignity I had left , after a brave attempt at trying to ice skate, I still knocked down a 5 year old kid while the kid's mum watched in horror. ( rewind it in slow motion, add in sound effects and this is probably what the kid and mother saw and felt : kid: wheee. swish swish here.. swish swish there... hmm... why is there a black shadow behind me  getting bigger and bigger?? mum: oh my goodness. that girl is going to hit my baby! she had better move away! don't crush my darling! me: oh dang. I am gonna hit the kid. oh well. no one's looking right? WRONG. result: BAM. Cheryl's butt hurts. Kid flat on the floor looking shocked. Mother looking on in frozen horror) yup.  what an exciting experience at the ice skating centre. NOT going to show my face there anytime soon.

- I managed to borrow Big Fish. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Tim Burton. He really made my day. (: I hope there are more talented movie directors with his imagination. They really bring the world of entertainment to a whole new level.:D

- A short jog with my dad this week turned into one of ultimate fun. I got abit bored of jogging , so I started skipping, then I saw the drain covers and had a burst of inspiration. I started running and jumping over the drain covers. I was imagining them as bombs and if I stepped on any of them, I'd lose. I was so lost in thought, I didn't realise how ridiculous I looked , I mean how many times do you see a jogger's face shining so excitedly at the black rectangular drain covers, and then leaping over them like they were volcano vents? yup. only once in a blue moon. How lucky they were, to see such a spectacle, what a sight to behold.

- I was planning on taking the DSLR camera to take some nice shots around my hse, I always do that during the hols. It's a habit. But of course, remember, I was in a race against time, to cram as much fun things to do before school reopened in 72 hours! I hastily took out the camera, pressed one button too many and POOF! - the camera screen displayed the most horrifying D-DAY message - deleting 100% of all photos. ohnoohnoohno. press press here there everywhere. shook the camera. stroked it.coaxed it to stop deleting the images.nuh uh. didn't work. sigh. In the end, I still told my dad the truth, " y'know,,, the camera is now in perfect shape to take lots of photos on your business trip to Paris! "- I gave him a huge innocent grin. of course he eventually found out what I meant, but it's a good thing he's really forgiving, whew.

I think that's enough excitement for you people. I've too many exciting events to type out here. well. back to school. back to running after buses. back to common days of " ohcrap. i brought my wallet but not my money " and " oh man. I forgot to take my laptop home again". yup.

Welcome to my world.:D

There were alot more fun stuff I did, but I think there's enough embarassment written all over here that reflects just how silly I can become when I'm just deprived of a proper 4 week break.

Dear You,

my addiction to ice- blended mocha is getting worse.
I hope tuesday comes and goes for good.
Hurry up. I don't want to wait forever.
Just get it over and done with.
grrrrr. roarrr. blahh.

Love,
addict. addicted.addiction.

the blue sneakers I owned have helped me run seemingy impossiblelong distances- from the bus stop,across the overhead bridge, and up 2 slopes - just to reach my first morning lecture in the nick of time. Those same sneakers have been the bane of my happiness- causing me to trip over the staircases inumerable times , and those same sneakers saved me from being cynically judged during my speechcraft pre- finals. My love- hate affair with these sneakers shall always be remembered for causing more damage than help to me, yet it will also be remembered for it's glittery facade and how looks can be decieving but oh who cares - the glittery sheen was all it took to catch my breath and make me smitten.

3 days ago, my family and I took a short road trip up to Malaysia to clear out my grandparent's house. It was like a mini museum in my grandparent's house. My granpa has a exquisite taste in clothes if I may say so. His pants are all tailor -made and his shirts range from silky to wooly to hawaiin rumba rumba oooh lala. It took my dad, my broher and I 2 hours or so just to clear his room of clothes.

Then science came alive in the kitchen. It never fails to awe me when I see fungus sprouting out of month old potatoes or tomatoes. Potatoes especially. I was gaping at the mega huge looking fungus that was growing, like overweight bean sprouts and if I didn't close my gaping mouth, I'd not have known that I was going to probably take a small nib at it. what? bean sprouts are crunchy and mmmm, they remind me of char kway teow. of course we threw it away in the end , but I was tempted to do experiments on it. xD

But the most awesome, exciting, unbeleivable, incredibly outrageously cool thing I found in my granparent's house, was the typewriter! I practically screamed in girlish excitement when I saw it. My dad allowed me to type away at it, it's just really exquisite. I told my dad we had to bring it home, so here it is. My latest darling. (: stroking it, having imaginative thoughts of the many great adventures we'll have together, oooh , just absolutely awesome! And then the next prized antique I saw almost caused me to hyperventilate. I know most people would have seen the old fashioned sewing machine and yawn , yea, seen it, BUT YOU HAVE NOT TOUCHED IT AND USED IT! ha! which I got to. The shiny needle on the old sewing machine and the pedal to work the mechanics were still in fine working condition! MY grandma rocks at keeping things intact. She used to polish it every other day, hence no rust is visible till now.Of course, we couldn't lug that home, sigh, it had to stay behind till we decided howwe should bring it back. But the typewriter was enough for me ...for the day. (:I'll be tinkering with it till something else comes along and steals my heart once again.

The tale of a dozen doughnuts came to light on a trip to a shopping mall in Malaysia. Man. You can lose weight at their mega malls. twice the size of vivocity and a whole lot of new directions to get lost in. absolutely exciting! We stopped at a cafe called doughnuts and coffee. And we got to see the whole precoess of how doughnuts were being made , behind a glass panel of course. Just like they do in breadtalk and din tai fung ando other new restaurants. It's exactly likehow an assembly line in a factory would look like. They have 3 people standing in a row, spaced out evenly. The first guy squeezes doughnut shaped lumps onto a metal conveyor sheet, it enters the deep fryer (You've got to wrinkle your nose at this man, seeing the amount of yellow-y oil it gets dunked in - not impressive) and out it comes, dries off for awhile, then a fountain of sorts drowns the entire doughnut in a layer of sugar icing. oh. and their turnover is not very high. There are MANY defective doughnuts that come out of the deep fryer like mutated , wrinkled thingamajigs. I bet the workers eat those defects, just cos they don't look good doesn't mean they taste horrid right? (:

So after seeing that whole not so amazing process of oily, overly sweet process of making a basic doughnut,you'd think it'd get into the thick skulls of people not to consume so many huh. but noooo. After we saw that whole process, we turned around , only to be faced by awhole range of beautifullu made-up doughnuts, with the smell of coffee wafting in and the smell of freshly made doughnuts pervading the senses. It switches off the conscious, decision - making part of our brain and just makes everyone dumb to the obvious crap we're buying. ahh. And my family was a victim of their genius concept. we bought a dozen of those beautiful rounded art pieces , no really,the toppings, the designs were yeah man! so that's the end of my critical view of never eating a deep fried doughnut . But of course, my rule only holds for ''gourmet'' doughnuts, those that look like they've been decorated with love and care and when you bite into it, it's a wholesome, spongy, bready feeling. yum.

tomorrow's my 3 min speech for the preliminary rounds and I have not thought of a topic to speak about. This world is just too big, too colourful, too exciting and too overwhelming. So many things to talk about yet I don't know what to say!

It's just 3minutes. But to me those 3 minutes will be the most important 3 minutes in which the whole world will hear what kind of wisdom a girl like me can come up with --- one who talks awesome crap eighty percent of the time and daydreams the other 20 percent of her life away.

so until now, I have not gotten down to studying for any tests that's on tomorrow nor taken a nice cold shower, nor done any homework, nor eaten dinner. zilch. I am so tempted to switch on the tv now, but guilt stops me from doing so.

Tonight I shall dedicate my ears to Taylor Swift. I have an unwavering faith in her music and being the ever- hopeful one, I'm hoping her songs will make me confident enough to battle any tests that come tomorrow and the day after!

time to get down to work man!

this is the first week of this year that i feel so utterly tired.
an interesting conversation at the doctor's :
doc: so what's wrong?
me: I'm still having cough,and it worsened ( thanks to all the bubble teas and smoothies- chocolate oreo ice blended is yummmmm! sigh. NP sells too much junk. )
doc:...
me: I just finished a course of antibiotics prescribed by another doctor yesterday.
doc: which antibiotics?
me: oh.. there's the blue tablets for fever , and then.. (interrupted)
doc:.. WHICH antibiotics?
me: uhm.. then there was the yellow tablets for flu I think
doc: WHICH ANTIBIOTICS ( yes, in bold and caps means he was practically shouting at me)
me: well.. there was the cough syrup too... you know.. the blackish one
doc: I know...SO WHICH ANTIBIOTICS!!!
me:actually, come to think of it nope. no antibiotics. just those tablets. XD
doc: ..... ( a million trillion DOT DOT DOTs)

hehe. I think the doctor really wanted to smash my head against the table. Cos all the things I named weren't antibiotics.. they were.. whatever.. they just weren't antibiotics. Now I know. (:

oh. and my classmates' latest obession? the calories each subway sandwich has. Apparently the tuna sandwich has the highest calories! and the subway club is supposed to be the healthiest. or something like that.

I was too busy munching on my MSG-filled ban mian( they reminded me at least 3 times during lunch break how oily it is) to care about how much calories are in between 2 pieces of bread. man.

I mean would you count all the fats and oil and sugar and protein that's in the ham, bacon, cheese and vegetables of a subway sandwich??? GEEEESH. I'd just smell it, take one small savouring bite, and then unhinge my jaw to stuff the rest of the irresistable, piping hot, carb-loaded, HIGH calorie sandwich into the depths of my not-so-small mouth. YUM.

The more obsessed they get about calorie-counting, the more I'm driven to rebel against their health- conscious habits. They can actually memorise the number of calories of each type of subway sandwich. unbelievable. they really take the fun out of eating. even a healthy subway sandwich becomes a ticking time bomb that's screaming "FATTENING! CALORIE OVERDOSE ALERT!".

hehe. I just ignore them. there's just too much delicious food out there to stop me from eating PERFECTLY healthy food. :D dUNKIN' DONUTS anyone? (:

whispers to the wind
flaming fires
cold dry wind
smooth as stone
taste
touch
see
feel
everything
nothing
in
the
end
I
still
smile

This week's life assignment:  finding beauty in simplicity

I chewed time like a wad of bubblegum and

stretched it across the darkness all the way to dawn,

when the light at  the edge of my window told me

I was too late to greet the sunrise.

This week's accomplishments on my current  life assignment:
- I got a butterfly to land on my right index finger, I was so elated! It's proboscis is uber ticklish, it was probably sucking around for nectar but found only dead skin cells on mine - probably why it flew away 6 seconds later

- on an impulse, I wore my running shoes and started sprinting round the entire perimeter of my condo many many times. I discovered that :

1.the air smells sweeter at 10 pm rather than at 7am - the orchids  seem to embrace the night life more than the daylight hours ;

2.there's a favourite hangout for spiders in my condo, a particular spot where I always walk past - and always happen to be eating a sandwich where i end up getting plastered by the spiderwebs.I never learn from my lesson, I just keep repeating that same mistake of destroying their webs.

- i stepped into my room on a wednesday night with 2 new eyes and a different perspective. Started throwing away everything I saw that had nothing to do with school, philosophy and most importantly simplicity. The next morning I woke up with a clean room floor , zero blue blacks and a very airy, cheerful atmosphere.

- Alot of  the poly people enjoy dressing up for school, complete with bangles, earrings, sometimes heels , make-up and a rainbow of nail colours.- I enjoy playing the dress up game too - minus the heels and the make up. bracelets and colourful nails can really brighten up your day - superficial though it may be! (: ----- so I decided to dress simply just for the week and.. I realise how many other more impt things I actually paid attention to! Not just the lesson, but the little habits of the lecturers, the social dynamics in the lecture theatre, the sound of false attentive silence during lectures and the realisation that your friends are actually observing you - sort of freaked me out - I think I prefer being oblivious to the analytic stares of them and stay in my happy little bubble of  blissful ignorance.

- going back to pencil and paper , table and chair to do my schoolwork . it was like some kind of cleansing act. No i-pod,no handphone, no tv. Only me,the books and nature's sounds. That was really the highlight of this simplicity mission.

of course I'm now back to my old habits of msn-ing, sms-ing, watching tv! - discovery travel and living!!!!!! ahh! how can I not miss it! Now I know why I always have no time to do other more enriching stuff in the span of the day. It's always taken up by all the trivial technology and internet surfing I do for time-filling. :D

so spiders, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, clean rooms, temporary technology isolation, dressing appropriately but not extravagantly ... it's really edifying for the body, mind and soul. (:

and tonight, it'll be good to count the stars in the sky - one star for one wish and for a hope that will last a thousand years.

not strange
the way I find comfort in chaos
never an ordinary day
in my world

take pride in who I am
for there is only one me
and I can only be the best of me
no one else can beat me at being me

haven't found my footing,
where's that centrifugal force?
I need it
A hunger for personal control
over my life and it's direction


skeletons in my closet
don't judge me
you have yours too

too much time on my hands
causes collateral damage to my sanity
it's the silence of the soul
or maybe an epiphany coming to light

but i think
it's these epic dreams
I have every week

a gift from God I must say
a wonder and beauty I'll always be grateful for

so throw me into the sea anytime
I've tasted the biting taste of seawater
the stinging sensation as it burns your eyeballs
the dry throat and chapped lips after a rough swim in the sea

I love it and I'll do it all over again
just to feel alive and sober
awake enough to remember God's love for mankind
enough to remember mankind's unrepentant soul
enough. to remember God's redeeming love and mankind's conscience.

and she's right when she said passion can blind you
can make you so focused on your goals that you might probably
miss out on the small but valuable and memorable experiences that truly matter in life
but did she ever tell you
without passion
you have no drive
without drive there's no direction
without direction you'd be lost
passion. drive. pursuit.
on and on and on........


we spend all our life waiting
we rush here and there, everywhere
but in the end we're always waiting
waiting for the bus or the train
for a meeting to start
for morning to come
to meet up with a friend
for your true love
for the minutes to pass by
for some phenomenon to blow us away
so we spend all our life waiting
and we continue to do so
it's inevitable