my home is in empty spaces.

I wish many things,

how few there are that actually come true.

That means I am inspired to find more things to wish for,

so that my 'true' list gets longer.

I know some ppl blindly hang on to what they see as 'true', their 'true' list remains short, very short.
they are too disillusioned to be really alive.
and they wonder what went wrong.

Mobility.

A strange hope blossoms. Thank you LY and K.

This is a cryptic note, be warned.

There are many fish in the sea:

One fish two fish
Red fish Blue fish
White fish Purple fish
Gray fish and gold fish! And Mac-heens to boot.

end of cryptic note.

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In other news, I aced my interview without breaking a sweat. How nice is that? =)

Slowly insane, insane. Very very slowly. work work work work work. In short, that's why I'm not blogging =) . take care.

Interrupting my anti-blog sulk to bring you this, as well to say that my pri sch 10-yr class reunion tonight was no "inane mixer" and was in fact thoroughly enjoyable, haha.

As usual, with a pinch of salt.

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You are a WECL--Wacky Emotional Constructive Leader.

This makes you a People's Advocate.

You are passionate about your causes, with a good heart and good endeavors. Your personal fire is contagious, and others wish they could be as dedicated to their beliefs as you are.

Your dedication may cause you to miss the boat on life's more slight and trivial activities. You will feel no loss when skipping some inane mixer, but it can be frustrating to others to whom such things are important. While you find it difficult to see other points of view, it may be useful to act as if you do, and play along once in a while.

In any event, you have buckets of charisma and a natural skill for making people open up. Your greatest asset is an ability to make progress while keeping the peace.

Of the 1848 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 5.8 % are this type.

(details)
Wackiness: 60/100
Rationality: 42/100
Constructiveness: 76/100
Leadership: 56/100

I hate blogs.

It's Sunday. It feels weird to not be in school dreaming of mitochondria and wondering if the walk into the next LT would trigger my cold symptoms yet again. I'm actually at home, idling. Like, wow. Gotta go now before I pass out completely at the computer.

(small note to self: I bumped into The Wise One where he lent me his laptop yesterday afternoon for work - I'd forgotten how amazingly easy it was to type on a flat keyboard =) . Certainly my workrate was higher than at a desktop. Not surprising viz past 3 semesters where? Habits.)

It is a bad idea to skip lunch.

So I'm nearly alone in the house except for my feverish sister, and it's a wonderful feeling.

Parents and other siblings downstairs with our neighbours celebrating their daughter's wedding. And I am being merrily entertained by the Malay drum-pounding and war-cries (war-cries? alamak) going on there. These are things you can't get in a condominium or a private estate or other 'civilized' little suburbs here. I love it. This is my lifeblood, it always has been. This is Singapore.

*sits back and listens to (imaginably, i would guess) handsome young Malay men with their musical talents in full rhythmic flow, and their lovely ladies dancing with them* *grin*

happy national day tomorrow.

Mildness encapsulated. that's me.

Hahahahaha!

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=) Anyway what prompted this entry, prob the last one before i start sch, is the beginning of sch next week. I was telling the ppl I've been meeting recently that you likely won't see me eating sleeping breathing or dreaming anything besides my work stuff. Thus a blog entry on that would be fairly unlikely - infrequent penned thoughts in here from now on.

(Penned. How interesting. Freudian slip there.)

But that gearing up for sch, as described, was what I had done last year as well, at the beginning of 3rd year. And look what came back to bite. Woohoo. Can't afford that no more. Fresh slate.

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Given that this blog has now passed through 1 full semester and a 3-month glorious vacation and is now on the brink of another semester,

I think I would either not be blogging bcos nothing occupying my thoughts except work, or, I would be blogging very long infrequent and highly processed 'cheem' posts on the State of the World. Examples of the latter are my Jan-late April '04 semester's entries. ;)

We shall see whether honours year is successful in making me stop thinking about non-LS events entirely, or whether it would instead inspire floods of succinct writing on everything outside of work. =)

Till then,

we shall prevail!

ciao.


(Edit: did I forget to say that I'm happy to be going into the school frenzy again? =p )

Hell of a day. Like all the past few days, complicated.

ms ning said yesterday that our batch was memorable for being the 'feeling' GEP? Apparently up till 2 years after we left, our teachers were still talking about us in awe.

*tender memory* =)

At least I didn't drink any coffee today.

Aside: Is there a noun that carries the meaning of the word 'equivocal'.

I hope that S will understand, and above all, not lose her faith.

I met someone (let's call him X, if I put his real initials down he would be easily identifiable to a good many ppl who read this) and his mysterious friend for lunch at city hall today.

For those who know who X is, shhhh, don't comment for this entry please.

He has not changed much since primary school. Either that, or he has changed so drastically that he has kept his original dizzy outer layers in perfect condition =) . Both ways, that comes as a bit of a relief.

I care, yes. Something about him compels trust.

No comments if you know who X is, this is a public domain. =) Thanks.

The corollary of meeting a lot of people is that you learn a lot of things, some of which you never wanted to know again.

This entry is for them. And for me.

*takes deep and relaxing breath* *slow outflow of breath*.

On cynicism, I fall somewhere in the mid-scale.
Most especially, the art of casual meaningless joie de vivre-for-its-own-sake conversation has been unexpectedly lost to me, and because I still treasure it and its effects *clear-eyed gaze*, I am slowly regaining that skill clawhold by painful toehold by smile touch and sincere cheerful greeting. By practice and fervent belief. By the time-honoured way of truth, and love, the way I first learnt it. And not by simply assuming its outward characteristics as a fine layer of ash, blown away.

To say superiorly that I should not have lost that art at all and that to have lost it is to somehow be a lesser human than the (overly smug methinks) speaker is meaningless, at best. I love you, and though I have not seen you for a long time I do still wish to know who you are; please do me the courtesy of being generous and not patronizing me in this particular manner. And I will try my best to know you as you see yourself - your first layers, and no further. Or a deeper engagement, as we may both wish.

That's all I would wish to say.

But as we know, if I blurt all this out in one shot to a new-met old friend, it would not sound like it made any sense whatsoever. =) And so life is.