Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Something happened on the train when I was going back, this evening. Something odd, but not very unusual. It triggered a curiously strange and strong response in me, though.

There is no joy in being proven right about something ghastly.

So while on the train, after that occurrence, I composed the following poem on my handphone.


I wish
that there was more to it than that
that you could tell me of silver moons, and
stars flung far afield
but you don't know what stars are

I would write more about how I discussed with TS yesterday how to raise our children and whether baby blue hair is a good idea, except that it was a meandering conversation that fit only that time and place.

A place out of time.


You guys know what I mean.


In the rush to get out of the house today, I forgot some very basic rules of colour coordination, viz the new hair.

You see this is also why I refuse to wear earrings.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Thought for the day, from a book:

"In a litigious, materialistic, self-absorbed society, it's a natural progression to go from emotion to calculation. Who's going to pay for this, and how much can I get?"

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Things are not as simple as they seem; nor as difficult.

In other news, my hair is now a gloriously coloured absolute mess instead of being only an absolute mess. It's like wearing a moving screensaver - doesn't have to be there, but when there, is more fun. I should have done this earlier =p

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Paper-reading has revealed that lab mice/rats don't get killed, they get "sacrificed". Sometimes, this terminology annoys me, and sometimes it doesn't.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

"Babe, I'm back again
I tell you I'm back again
Where have you been?"


Disjointed pictures, this thought courtesy of VSO.

I haven't been here for a long time, ever since school started, though I drop by here and my LJ from time to time to write nonsense. Haven't been really here.

So honours year, as expected, is turning out to be not what I want to do for the rest of my life. I don't know what to say to that. I mean the paper-reading is good, in the [bungee-jumping is also good] kind of semi-suicidal [hey-I-did-that-once] way. And so far no lab means I can dress any way I want without my gentlemen labmates thinking I'm trying to get their attention - guys are such dense ppl sometimes. Being aloof means I'm being aloof, not, for the love of science, being "aloofly attractive". That was a direct quote from one of high density, by the way, who promptly tried to flirt with me after. He really scared me with that phrase. Also, wearing nice clothes to lectures does _not_ mean I am trying to get anybody's attention.

I've always hated covered shoes. Also always hated fireproof bulletproof waterproof collared blouses - they are hot and they don't suit my face except when I want to look stern and kill ppl and completely not look like myself. (Suddenly the light becomes clear on why I disliked JC. It wasn't the uniform itself, it was compounded by the fact that I had to wear the damn thing for something like 12 to 16 hours a day.)

Clothes - we were talking about clothes. Ah, I wore a collared blouse for a presentation last Sat. This was one of my favourite shirts (considering that anything with a collar can be my favourite), and already I was itching to take it off five hours after putting it on. And it was loose and thin too.

I've finished my rant on collared blouses. What else would you like to know? Let me think.

Have been meeting up regularly with our yearmates in NUS now, we chat vivaciously during lunch/dinner and study like there's dire mid-terms after that. This is life - a good life, as things go.

Having disintegrated into atoms once before, I think I can do it again at will this time. Muaha. Good skills out of bad things. Woe to the unwary males who incur my wrath.

The people I've been talking to recently would know about the miniskirt thing. More details, ask me by email or when we next meet.

What else? Oh, the day I typed here that Jax is one of the nicest ppl around, that's because I cried on him that day. Work stress. Work work.

Back to work, I have a lecture soon.

Sunday, September 05, 2004

Time to throw my guts out onto the freaking public Internet again. The most masochistic endeavour I've ever seen.

Though some would beg to disagree and would shove their guts into my face until I keel over from exhaustion and just agree on something they don't know anything about, just to get away from them.

Yowz, I'm so much more than you imagine.

Today's morning session of (censored) was extraordinarily satisfying. Or, well, not 'extraordinary', since it happens very often. =) Regularly, then.

Saturday, September 04, 2004

My leisure reading is this beautiful little review paper for tutorial.

What does that tell you about my work reading?

=p I LOVE that little review paper. Love it love it love it..................

Friday, September 03, 2004

*laugh* This is what lab undergrads' dreams are made of.

The quality of my blogging has deteriorated ever since I'd started school.

No. No no no no no.



Thursday, September 02, 2004

Jax is probably one of the nicest ppl around. Thank you dear. =p I will certainly keep your advice in mind and try to be less nice. Like I said, that actually does take energy.

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