so there I was at 3am, innocently trying to do my paper3 with my iTunes blasting away in the background


You are on your own
You do as you please
Having so much fun
Gone and lost your reason
After all is said and done
Are you still having fun?
How were you to know when you've gone astray?
That happiness would go like a lost emotion
You have always gone your way
Are you happy today?


Woah thank you Eagle Eye Cherry, I couldn't have asked for a better song, could I? Am I having fun? Ironic.

*ROARS* I am damn unfit


Went for a run around NUS tonight along the A1/A2 bus route (except around the law/biz stretch) it caused me to have a near-death experience running up from Bizad to PGP. Never attempt to run such a route less than 3 days after stopping antibiotics for my conjunctivitis (its still there, btw)


So I clocked a rather woeful timing of 23 min 20 sec. Pathetic. Must try and hit below 22 min by the end of this year.

Inter-Gender Relationship Dynamics 1101E


Given: guys swear and gals whine
gal whines-> guy swears that he's got whiney girlfriend-> gal whines that she's got vulgar boyfriend-> they live happily after after in a symbiotic relationship.


Given: guys whine and gals swear
guy whines-> gal goes "uh-oh"-> they break-up.

looks like going back to school today was a bad decision. I know my eyes are still a red, I am fully aware of the possibility that I could still be infected, and hence still be possible to spread the illness to someone else. Yesterday Denise didn't follow me back to the east because she felt I wasn't "healthy". Yes I was a tad bit annoyed by that statement, especially so since I waited almost 15 minutes for her.


But really what justification do I have for feeling that way towards her and even more so, others who have made similar comments to me (there are quite a few)? Is it not right for them to be concerned with their own health in view of the "threat" that me and my sore eyes pose?


Am I merely being too damn selfish by coming to school simply because I was concerned about my work?

In another 2 hours time I would be back in school again, doing what is dutifully expected of me as a student- running late for class because I was too caught up ogling at the gal standing beside me on the bus, smoking my way through tutorials while at the same time ogling at the gal seated beside me, being in a semi-comatose state during lecture, and of course staring at the gal seated diagonally beside me. No wonders I came down with conjunctivitis.


Shit I'm getting desperate (no this does not have anything to do with the ogling), 2 papers due in less than a week and I'm no where near completing them. Too much DOTA is bad for your health, and eyes. Actually so too is ogling at gals, but at least with DOTA you "level up" faster.


But anyway,


I finished writing these 2 magnificent paragraphs of my history term paper, and as I was looking through it, I realised something was missing. OMG. Its the bloody (lack of) footnotes! Aaargh so it looks like I gotta drag my conjunctivised (is there such a word?) ass to the library later today to re-borrow the books so that I can do the referencing.


That was plain stupid. And I simply abhor stupidity. Especially my own. Better rush to catch my bus!

Down with stupid conjunctivitis and strandard at home for what already seems like an eternity. This sucks. And its not that I don't want to study, but I can't study as i left almost all my texts in school across the weekend. Bloody marvellous isn't it? Oh well, look on the bright side, that means I can play more DOTA and win another Premier League title in FM 2005.

I'm officially proud of myself because its the 1st time in 3 weeeks that i've abstained from alcohol during the weekend. Yay!

If we were to count the number of strangers we meet everyday, be it in school, taking the bus from the same bus-stop, and (hopefully not) sharing the same shower cubicle, what would the number come up to? several hundred? how many of these hundred would you actually see and not merely look at? If one of those hundred were to cease to exist the very next day, would you recognise where both your paths once crossed?


Chance meetings occur billions of times a day throughout the world. That is as insignificant as a leaf dropping from a tree. What is really significant then? It is what these meetings of chance transpire to be. In human spontaneity that defies convention there is a unique beauty. Whatever happens between the person and yourself would probably never happen ever again with the same intensity, with the same emotions that run through your head.


Who am I to you? Maybe you would now see a stranger in a different light. Maybe you would now see me in a different light.

Extracts of a conversation i had on MSN: "Why do men fear women?"


Men fear women because they do not have a penis. The annals of history have long considered the phallus as a symbol of power and virility. Think: a scepter of a king, the Leaning Tower of Pisa in the poster for "Deuce Bigolo- European Gigolo".


By not having a biological penis, unlike men, the power of women ironically lies what they do not have. Without a penis women are immune to castration (or the "emasculation") of power. How then, is the power of a woman manifested?


The power women wield is intangible, unknown and very much unfathomable to men (since we obviously do not know what it feels like to have to squat/sit just to pee). Human beings fear what they do not know because it represents something they cannot gain a physical control of.


And hence men fear women because they do not have a penis

I would be eternally grateful if anyone were to donate the following items to me:


1. A new mahjong set! Yes I finally had the conscience to return my current set to Fiona after borrowing it for almost 2 years so unless I get another set soon I would be deprived of one very important social activity and my neighbours would actually stop cursing me each time I pass them


2. Warcraft 3 + Frozen Throne, Football Manager 2005 or Championship Manager 5 for my mac powerbook haha i know these are passe games but hey I'm just plain bored lah, I still can't believe my laptop has got zero games installed. After all, all work and no play DOES make Jack a mugger (refer to previous entry for its definitions).


3. A nice bottle of Kahula for my room. Good for mixing with milk, like Andreas says (when he's sober) "you won't taste the alcohol but you will feel it." Perfect for those late night snacks


So, anyone?

before I collapse into the oblivion of my dreamworld, just thought I would share this quote (many thanks James!) with everyone out there.

"Life is not about how many breaths you've taken, but how many moments you've had that takes your breath away."

2 random incidents that I just have to blog about.


Today as I was walking down the stairs of the Central Library, my 4 year old ah beng-ish Bata slippers chose to give way and snap. I had to then make a rather embarassing phone call to Alex, asking him to bring me another pair of slippers from the clubroom, and I had to walk down to level 4 totally barefooted to "collect" the slippers (which by the way, happen to belong to someone else haha) Man I'm gonna miss those slippers


And when I got back to my room, I decided to shower. Horror of horrors, all the shower cubicles were being occupied! I just stood there, half-naked, and started laughing. For all of the 3 months I've been here, I've never encountered a situation where even 1 out of the 4 cubicles are being occupied when I wanted to shower... And now, to have all 4 being occupied? The shower gods must have been playing a trick on me.


This is getting too much for me to digest in a single day. What is the probability of everything like that happening again? There's something wrong with my writing today, everything feels disjointed.

I like running alone, and running where no one else goes. I run to feel the icy chill of the wind blowing against the sweat of my body, and seeing the trees wave their branches in an enchanted greeting. They ask to where I go, but I run along, thinking "no where. no where". They ask when would I stop, and the answer resonates in my head "not now. not now".


I will keep on running, I will keep on striving. But I know I am no where closer to my destination than when I took my first step. Maybe there is no race to complete, no final destination after all.


Nevertheless, just to feel pain, just so that I know I am alive, I will run on.