downloading
V: eh now cannot download videos in sg ah
R: can but preferably not anime n mp3 n movies
V: wtf! then wat cna we download? air ah.
R: Surf net lor
V: i don;t need a cable connection to surf the net. a 14.4kbps modem is enough
R: that's life.
V: its like giving me toilet paper without allowing me to wipe my ass.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
emortified
amias came over to visit last thursday. for 3 days and 2 nights apparantely before heading off to sydney. it was pretty refreshing getting to see him again and somehow the shittiness of life just went away. but as life always has it, i was unable to spend the expected quality time with him as i had a last minute meeting which messed up our plans. somehow i felt really bad being unable to bring him to my usual haunts because of the shortage fo time. he even had to forgo his whale watching trip cos of heavy winds (and he had to travel all by himself down to the gold coast). and so we showed him brisbane to the best of our ability before sending him off. Davian and his 2 other friends came over the next evening on sunday and of course, it was refreshing to meet someone i knew again. his friends were pretty alright too. and again we hung out in the city (we could have gone to further places but the car was too small) and they had to leave the evening after.
one thing i found out though. after amias and davian left, i felt shitty again and the question of memories came back to my mind. is having 1 minute of a happy memory more worth it than a year of hell? because when you are in hell, thinking of that happy memory is enough to make you feel like shit. because you had and experienced that happy memory but know you can never get it back. i think i would rather not have that memory. because hell is hell and no matter what you do it will still be hell. the aftermath really sucks. and now i understand how cold my house is.
the sun took my light away
it even took away the shape of the moon
tomorrow never comes until it's too late
amias came over to visit last thursday. for 3 days and 2 nights apparantely before heading off to sydney. it was pretty refreshing getting to see him again and somehow the shittiness of life just went away. but as life always has it, i was unable to spend the expected quality time with him as i had a last minute meeting which messed up our plans. somehow i felt really bad being unable to bring him to my usual haunts because of the shortage fo time. he even had to forgo his whale watching trip cos of heavy winds (and he had to travel all by himself down to the gold coast). and so we showed him brisbane to the best of our ability before sending him off. Davian and his 2 other friends came over the next evening on sunday and of course, it was refreshing to meet someone i knew again. his friends were pretty alright too. and again we hung out in the city (we could have gone to further places but the car was too small) and they had to leave the evening after.
one thing i found out though. after amias and davian left, i felt shitty again and the question of memories came back to my mind. is having 1 minute of a happy memory more worth it than a year of hell? because when you are in hell, thinking of that happy memory is enough to make you feel like shit. because you had and experienced that happy memory but know you can never get it back. i think i would rather not have that memory. because hell is hell and no matter what you do it will still be hell. the aftermath really sucks. and now i understand how cold my house is.
the sun took my light away
it even took away the shape of the moon
tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Friday, June 22, 2007
The Song of Despair
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles in its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the wharves at dawn.It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining in my heart.Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.In you the wars and the flights accumulatedFrom you the wings of the song birds rose.You swallowed everything, like distance.Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.Pilot�s dread, fury of a blind driver,turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank.In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,sadness stunned you, in you everything sank! I made the wall of shadow draw back,beyond desire and act, I walked on.Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman that I loved and lost,I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.Like a jar you housed the infinite tendernessand the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.There was the black solitude of the islands,and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain mein the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!How horrible and brief was my desire of you!How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.Oh the bitter mouth, oh the kissed limbs,oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.Oh the mad coupling of hope and forcein which we merged and despaired.And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.And the word scarcely begun on the lips.This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing,and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank.Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!From billow to billow you still called and sang.Standing like a sailor on the prow of the vessel.You still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,lost discoverer, in you everything sank!It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hourin which the night fastens to all timetables.The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.Deserted like the wharves at dawn.Only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!
-Pablo Neruda
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles in its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the wharves at dawn.It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining in my heart.Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.In you the wars and the flights accumulatedFrom you the wings of the song birds rose.You swallowed everything, like distance.Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.Pilot�s dread, fury of a blind driver,turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank.In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,sadness stunned you, in you everything sank! I made the wall of shadow draw back,beyond desire and act, I walked on.Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman that I loved and lost,I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.Like a jar you housed the infinite tendernessand the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.There was the black solitude of the islands,and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain mein the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!How horrible and brief was my desire of you!How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.Oh the bitter mouth, oh the kissed limbs,oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.Oh the mad coupling of hope and forcein which we merged and despaired.And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.And the word scarcely begun on the lips.This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing,and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank.Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!From billow to billow you still called and sang.Standing like a sailor on the prow of the vessel.You still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,lost discoverer, in you everything sank!It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hourin which the night fastens to all timetables.The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.Deserted like the wharves at dawn.Only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!
-Pablo Neruda
Saturday, June 16, 2007
whatever ...bitch
why is it that everyday
some damn thing always happens?
this blog is starting to be a bitchblog
and maybe one fine day i'll be able to
bind it up into a legendary bitchbook
to commemorate like what?
15 years of bitching?
it can't be 24. cos i only recall bitching in 2002
my bio clock's messed up again.
i think it's the night naps i've been taking from 8pm-10pm
and with that comes the ever sweet degradation of my soul
heaetburn, ennui, disdain, apathy, chills, gastric pains
not forgetting the fucking sun which rises at 5am daily.
ok 6++ now that it's winter.
disgusting.
we all live in a beautiful world
ooooh one tree hill just ended this week
and its coming back for a 5th season.
now how the hell did it surpass The O.C
why is it that everyday
some damn thing always happens?
this blog is starting to be a bitchblog
and maybe one fine day i'll be able to
bind it up into a legendary bitchbook
to commemorate like what?
15 years of bitching?
it can't be 24. cos i only recall bitching in 2002
my bio clock's messed up again.
i think it's the night naps i've been taking from 8pm-10pm
and with that comes the ever sweet degradation of my soul
heaetburn, ennui, disdain, apathy, chills, gastric pains
not forgetting the fucking sun which rises at 5am daily.
ok 6++ now that it's winter.
disgusting.
we all live in a beautiful world
ooooh one tree hill just ended this week
and its coming back for a 5th season.
now how the hell did it surpass The O.C
Thursday, June 14, 2007
the winter of my discontent
as i wade in the waters of uncertainty
my mind questions itself
on the maybes and whatifs
which i carelessly left behind without contemplating
their posibilites
would i be in a different light from now?
clearer skies or visions of fire
somehow something isn't right here
but holding on seems harder by the day
the wise men tell me that things will work out
but i somehow don't feel so
the changing oracles seem to make the
days bleed themselves
and it has been 4 bleeding months
as i wade in the waters of uncertainty
my mind questions itself
on the maybes and whatifs
which i carelessly left behind without contemplating
their posibilites
would i be in a different light from now?
clearer skies or visions of fire
somehow something isn't right here
but holding on seems harder by the day
the wise men tell me that things will work out
but i somehow don't feel so
the changing oracles seem to make the
days bleed themselves
and it has been 4 bleeding months
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
darkness
does this darkness have a name
this cruelty this hathred
how did it find us
did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it?
what happened to us
that we now despise our neighbours and everyone around us who are
playing the game
hoping to find sweet redemption of our souls if we didn't change
but knowing that somehow we would succumb to it along the way
when did we lose our way
consumed by the shadows
swallowed whole by the darkness
engulfed by this pain
does this darkness have a name
is it your name
does this darkness have a name
this cruelty this hathred
how did it find us
did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it?
what happened to us
that we now despise our neighbours and everyone around us who are
playing the game
hoping to find sweet redemption of our souls if we didn't change
but knowing that somehow we would succumb to it along the way
when did we lose our way
consumed by the shadows
swallowed whole by the darkness
engulfed by this pain
does this darkness have a name
is it your name
Thursday, April 05, 2007
losing myself
i can't help but think these days
sleepless nights in endless dreams
of what the world is and was to be
black and white makes it all grey
and the greyer it gets it fades away
looking all around me theres joy
yet sadness seems to be following behind
pieces of cyberspace bits of bytes
they all seem to have a relation
but what?
sometimes i wonder why am i here
the mere existence seems like a joke
what is the true nature of life
and what has it got to do with me
i can't help but think these days
sleepless nights in endless dreams
of what the world is and was to be
black and white makes it all grey
and the greyer it gets it fades away
looking all around me theres joy
yet sadness seems to be following behind
pieces of cyberspace bits of bytes
they all seem to have a relation
but what?
sometimes i wonder why am i here
the mere existence seems like a joke
what is the true nature of life
and what has it got to do with me
Sunday, March 18, 2007
and life sucks on
3 weeks on back into the land of slow.
everything's fine the sun rises at 5 and my heart beats at half the rate it used to
i've finally gotten a roof over my head (thank God)
(and thank aunty mel and darren and gwen too
you made your place a shelter for the homeless haha)
without the luxury of internet.
forget luxury
i fucking need it.
cos without the internet
i am as good as lost in the woods
my house pretty swanky
although hot water still comes out whenever i turn ont eh "cold water" tap
i wonder if its a built in intelligent feature for the smart state
or was it merely a by-product of a dash of creativity gained from eating potatoes?
will bitch more when my Internet is up
in the meantime, i'm still alive. and bitching
3 weeks on back into the land of slow.
everything's fine the sun rises at 5 and my heart beats at half the rate it used to
i've finally gotten a roof over my head (thank God)
(and thank aunty mel and darren and gwen too
you made your place a shelter for the homeless haha)
without the luxury of internet.
forget luxury
i fucking need it.
cos without the internet
i am as good as lost in the woods
my house pretty swanky
although hot water still comes out whenever i turn ont eh "cold water" tap
i wonder if its a built in intelligent feature for the smart state
or was it merely a by-product of a dash of creativity gained from eating potatoes?
will bitch more when my Internet is up
in the meantime, i'm still alive. and bitching
Thursday, February 22, 2007
finding emo
as the day draws near i can't help but feel emo abt it
going back to the land of slow internet speeds with capped bandwidth
and even though i'll probably miss friends and family, it would not be so bad if i had
been given better internet connectivity
as i go around the land gathering stuff for my departure i can't help but think "this is probably the last time i see this place until a year later" or "this is probably the last time i'll eat this until a year later" and though i will come back eventually, it'll not be as much as the close-to-3 month break which i have been enjoying since dec 06 till now. like they said all good things must come to an end
oh well. in the weeks to come i expect life to be pretty fucked up again, house-hunting, new-friends making, getting acclimatised back to the aussie way of life. thinking about it just makes me feel like a hypocrite. not to mention the challenges and shit that await me through the voyage of research.
thing's like "am i good enough, am i worthy , can i pull it off" keep ringing in my head and even as i pack, i'm wondering if i'm packing the right stuff. too many shirts? too many crew neck tees? how should a research student dress like? definetly not the way i dressed when i did my bachelor's (which was btw t-shirt berms and slippers) looking back i've been such a punk but who cares? it's australia anyway.
while i'm at this emo stage of shit i'd like to thank all the friends who have stuck by me while i was away the past year as well as those kind enough to come out and play while i was back. the pnsd guys especially, i really enjoyed the birthday sessions as well as the farewell meetup which we had yesterday. and not forgetting dennis the kok who didn't want anyone to know he was flying off cos he was afraid that he would cry, maybe, just maybe i would visit him during easter..plans are not that concrete yet.
I probably won't be meeting any of you guys anytime soon which brings me back to the "this is probably the last time i do something" shit. well at least we still can talk cock on msn or via my digital line. all the best and stay drunk.
remember. life sucks. take drugs.
back to packing!
as the day draws near i can't help but feel emo abt it
going back to the land of slow internet speeds with capped bandwidth
and even though i'll probably miss friends and family, it would not be so bad if i had
been given better internet connectivity
as i go around the land gathering stuff for my departure i can't help but think "this is probably the last time i see this place until a year later" or "this is probably the last time i'll eat this until a year later" and though i will come back eventually, it'll not be as much as the close-to-3 month break which i have been enjoying since dec 06 till now. like they said all good things must come to an end
oh well. in the weeks to come i expect life to be pretty fucked up again, house-hunting, new-friends making, getting acclimatised back to the aussie way of life. thinking about it just makes me feel like a hypocrite. not to mention the challenges and shit that await me through the voyage of research.
thing's like "am i good enough, am i worthy , can i pull it off" keep ringing in my head and even as i pack, i'm wondering if i'm packing the right stuff. too many shirts? too many crew neck tees? how should a research student dress like? definetly not the way i dressed when i did my bachelor's (which was btw t-shirt berms and slippers) looking back i've been such a punk but who cares? it's australia anyway.
while i'm at this emo stage of shit i'd like to thank all the friends who have stuck by me while i was away the past year as well as those kind enough to come out and play while i was back. the pnsd guys especially, i really enjoyed the birthday sessions as well as the farewell meetup which we had yesterday. and not forgetting dennis the kok who didn't want anyone to know he was flying off cos he was afraid that he would cry, maybe, just maybe i would visit him during easter..plans are not that concrete yet.
I probably won't be meeting any of you guys anytime soon which brings me back to the "this is probably the last time i do something" shit. well at least we still can talk cock on msn or via my digital line. all the best and stay drunk.
remember. life sucks. take drugs.
back to packing!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
cny 2007
time has passed me once more and i'm 1 week away from heading back to oz.
back to expensive meals
shops which close at 5
really spastic transport system
and slow internet
in the mean time:
xin nian kuai le,gong xi fa cai, wan shi ru yi, nian nian you yu, long ma jing shen,cai qi gun gun.
we all know we say this year in year out just for the sake of saying them. and i am too.
empty words mean nothing
the only words which i would really want to say to you guys are:
hope you get more red packet money and:
go hug a tree. it helps
time has passed me once more and i'm 1 week away from heading back to oz.
back to expensive meals
shops which close at 5
really spastic transport system
and slow internet
in the mean time:
xin nian kuai le,gong xi fa cai, wan shi ru yi, nian nian you yu, long ma jing shen,cai qi gun gun.
we all know we say this year in year out just for the sake of saying them. and i am too.
empty words mean nothing
the only words which i would really want to say to you guys are:
hope you get more red packet money and:
go hug a tree. it helps
Monday, February 05, 2007
may it be so
after 3 weeks of half-fuck grinding, ivalice has hit lvl 70. and the feeling of having a loss of what to do next hits me once more.
it's kind of mindless to be playing wow, oweing to the fact that i definetly won't commit to it fully because my attention span for things is so limited. yet somehow while grinding i felt the need to hit 70. why. call it an achievement; call it a need; call it a want cos' i don't really know how to define such shit again.
same goes to life. what happens after you've achieved something? you go on to bigger better things to achieve? for fuck man in the end we still die? so what if you're earning more money? most people i see around have so much money but they can't really enjoy it. strange fellas
and with only 3 weeks left before i head back to oz...life doesn't seem so happy anymore....cos i won't be able to get 24hr food /entertainment
may it be so.
When our time is up
When our lives are done
Will we say we've had our fun?
Will we make our mark this time?
Will we always say we tried?
after 3 weeks of half-fuck grinding, ivalice has hit lvl 70. and the feeling of having a loss of what to do next hits me once more.
it's kind of mindless to be playing wow, oweing to the fact that i definetly won't commit to it fully because my attention span for things is so limited. yet somehow while grinding i felt the need to hit 70. why. call it an achievement; call it a need; call it a want cos' i don't really know how to define such shit again.
same goes to life. what happens after you've achieved something? you go on to bigger better things to achieve? for fuck man in the end we still die? so what if you're earning more money? most people i see around have so much money but they can't really enjoy it. strange fellas
and with only 3 weeks left before i head back to oz...life doesn't seem so happy anymore....cos i won't be able to get 24hr food /entertainment
may it be so.
When our time is up
When our lives are done
Will we say we've had our fun?
Will we make our mark this time?
Will we always say we tried?
Saturday, January 27, 2007
faces
"because you'll have a shit time. and i'll have a shit time. but it doesn't matter if i'm having a shit time because they're my f-r-i-e-n-d-s, for better or worse. so every now and then i have to grit my teeth for having a shit time for the greater good"
look around you. and all you see are people the world would be better off without.
"because you'll have a shit time. and i'll have a shit time. but it doesn't matter if i'm having a shit time because they're my f-r-i-e-n-d-s, for better or worse. so every now and then i have to grit my teeth for having a shit time for the greater good"
look around you. and all you see are people the world would be better off without.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
rain
rain. the only phenomenon in the sky which relates to us in every way.
and keeps my inner senses at ease.
recently it's been raining due to the north east monsoon.
probably my favourite time of the year after christmas
why? cos i just like it.
i don't give a shit if the world floods and drowns i hope it'll just keep on raining.
the sound of rain is able to soothe one to a lull and if you you're really bored, you can try running in it. it'll definetly wake up your idea
being in brisbane kind of deprived me of rain because it is better known as the "sunshine state" but at least it isn't humid there. oh well
there's a balance in this world all the same.
so far this year hasn't really started off on a good note, but i'm just giving it the benefit of the doubt that it IS still 2006 in the chinese lunar calendar and its just the end of the year that's messing me up. the near brushes of death on the roads and disgusting friends whom i deemed were friends merely disappointed me. well i do remember things and just like a nail that has been hammered into the fence and removed,
the mark still remains.
rain on.
and i am not talking abt the gay looking actor
rain. the only phenomenon in the sky which relates to us in every way.
and keeps my inner senses at ease.
recently it's been raining due to the north east monsoon.
probably my favourite time of the year after christmas
why? cos i just like it.
i don't give a shit if the world floods and drowns i hope it'll just keep on raining.
the sound of rain is able to soothe one to a lull and if you you're really bored, you can try running in it. it'll definetly wake up your idea
being in brisbane kind of deprived me of rain because it is better known as the "sunshine state" but at least it isn't humid there. oh well
there's a balance in this world all the same.
so far this year hasn't really started off on a good note, but i'm just giving it the benefit of the doubt that it IS still 2006 in the chinese lunar calendar and its just the end of the year that's messing me up. the near brushes of death on the roads and disgusting friends whom i deemed were friends merely disappointed me. well i do remember things and just like a nail that has been hammered into the fence and removed,
the mark still remains.
rain on.
and i am not talking abt the gay looking actor
Thursday, January 04, 2007
the nu year
the hard cold rain beats down
relieving the inner senses in me
the dreams long gone have returned to haunting me
ominous phantoms of a life once led
somehow things do not seem to look up
in this new year
of a suppossedly fresh start
by virtue of death or through redemption
i hope i will be able to follow through
the hard cold rain beats down
relieving the inner senses in me
the dreams long gone have returned to haunting me
ominous phantoms of a life once led
somehow things do not seem to look up
in this new year
of a suppossedly fresh start
by virtue of death or through redemption
i hope i will be able to follow through
Sunday, December 24, 2006
christmas eve
and so we are
christmas eve.
my favourite holiday i've waited for so long.
and soon it'll be over
what does christmas really mean to you?
it is so sad...just knowing that so many people celebrate christmas
without knowig its true meaning.
sadly, but true, christmas is becoming an over commercialised affair
strolling down orchard road tonight i saw so many morons equipped with santa hats and selling party items such as LED badges, foam sprays and what not
Father forgive them. they know not what they do
nevertheless, it was heartwarmingjust being there
soaking in the christmas atmosphere and spirit with other not so like minded people who have just decided to soak in the spirit there too
i guess this is what christmas should be
just being around people. friends family and enemies
merry christmas is so cliche
so Happy Christmas to one and all
btw Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Christ
without this event happenning, it would be meaningless.
and so we are
christmas eve.
my favourite holiday i've waited for so long.
and soon it'll be over
what does christmas really mean to you?
it is so sad...just knowing that so many people celebrate christmas
without knowig its true meaning.
sadly, but true, christmas is becoming an over commercialised affair
strolling down orchard road tonight i saw so many morons equipped with santa hats and selling party items such as LED badges, foam sprays and what not
Father forgive them. they know not what they do
nevertheless, it was heartwarmingjust being there
soaking in the christmas atmosphere and spirit with other not so like minded people who have just decided to soak in the spirit there too
i guess this is what christmas should be
just being around people. friends family and enemies
merry christmas is so cliche
so Happy Christmas to one and all
btw Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Christ
without this event happenning, it would be meaningless.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
back in alliance territory
ok this post is 1 wk 4 days overdue. cos i'm back in alliance territory and i have been so busy doing shit back here that i couldn't be bothered to blog.
welcome back to smoother roads, better effiency , fucked up drivers, shitty weather, LATE NIGHT SHOPPING WHICH DOESN'T END AT 5PM daily, cheaper and tastier food and movies. i'm home.
not many things have changed except for the emergence of vivocity a few new shops which replaced the older deceased ones in town and parking charges. I guess everything goes up here except the people dying. oh well.
and better still. i have graduated. so this is it. the end of my studying life. though i do not feel smarter. whatever helps you in life anyway? nothing lasts forever and what you learn today may not be applicable tomorrow , or worse, at all.
so yeah, same old bitchy me and oh whatever. the spirit of blogging is dying here..cos i feel compelled to type more shit. so fuckit! i shall stop to make it more genuine.
ok this post is 1 wk 4 days overdue. cos i'm back in alliance territory and i have been so busy doing shit back here that i couldn't be bothered to blog.
welcome back to smoother roads, better effiency , fucked up drivers, shitty weather, LATE NIGHT SHOPPING WHICH DOESN'T END AT 5PM daily, cheaper and tastier food and movies. i'm home.
not many things have changed except for the emergence of vivocity a few new shops which replaced the older deceased ones in town and parking charges. I guess everything goes up here except the people dying. oh well.
and better still. i have graduated. so this is it. the end of my studying life. though i do not feel smarter. whatever helps you in life anyway? nothing lasts forever and what you learn today may not be applicable tomorrow , or worse, at all.
so yeah, same old bitchy me and oh whatever. the spirit of blogging is dying here..cos i feel compelled to type more shit. so fuckit! i shall stop to make it more genuine.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
farmalice
with the exams over and my shit half-packed, i've decided to concentrate on my world of warcraft character. of course, i still can't pvp properly cos of my fucked up ISP (there's only 1 MAJOR LEADING fucked up ISP in Oz and it doesn't take an idiot to figure it out).
and the sky. it's so disgusting that the light is out in full force by 5am! i hate spring and summer. winter is my favourite....and will always be.
so WoWing nonstop and on 1 meal a day really seemed to pass the time uberly fast. had dinner at aunty angela's last night and it was refreshing. not forgetting i had my first proper meal after the exams since all of us wanted to finish up all the crap junk food in our house and we ran out of rice.. so what to do? we just kept spamming instant noodles. i know the food wax is toxic.. so i pour the water away and rinse my noodles before eating them..but then again. i know its unhealthy. but then again...i'd going home soon to eat better food... so who cares.
if all's well, i should be good to go by friday. driving up the sunshine coast on sat and then down to byron bay again on sunday. but this time we'll have to do it fast..cos the disgusting sun rises at 4.30am and if we were to reach byron in time to catch the sunrise, we have ot leave by 12am...OR i could always leave at 3am and ramm down at 140km/h
we'll see
may the stars guide you.
with the exams over and my shit half-packed, i've decided to concentrate on my world of warcraft character. of course, i still can't pvp properly cos of my fucked up ISP (there's only 1 MAJOR LEADING fucked up ISP in Oz and it doesn't take an idiot to figure it out).
and the sky. it's so disgusting that the light is out in full force by 5am! i hate spring and summer. winter is my favourite....and will always be.
so WoWing nonstop and on 1 meal a day really seemed to pass the time uberly fast. had dinner at aunty angela's last night and it was refreshing. not forgetting i had my first proper meal after the exams since all of us wanted to finish up all the crap junk food in our house and we ran out of rice.. so what to do? we just kept spamming instant noodles. i know the food wax is toxic.. so i pour the water away and rinse my noodles before eating them..but then again. i know its unhealthy. but then again...i'd going home soon to eat better food... so who cares.
if all's well, i should be good to go by friday. driving up the sunshine coast on sat and then down to byron bay again on sunday. but this time we'll have to do it fast..cos the disgusting sun rises at 4.30am and if we were to reach byron in time to catch the sunrise, we have ot leave by 12am...OR i could always leave at 3am and ramm down at 140km/h
we'll see
may the stars guide you.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
it is finished
after 11 months of no
late night shopping
supper
convenient fast craft
crazy friends
uber internet
shitty weather
haze
propaganda
my life as an undergraduate was signed away at 3.20pm today on my IT project management paper.
It was a damn xialan paper. but then again, the last one as well.
what hit me like a bus was that i realised that i have failed my 35% weightage group assignment after i reached home. that fucking sucks.
oh well i guess i'd be fuckign grateful if i get a credit for that subject. the exam was only worth 30%. the lowest weighted cousework component in my entire 16 years of studying.
the next step? wait until i get my results then say lah.
btw this is the shrine of rememberence. the shit that kept me going all these while. thanks alot guys. to the people who supported me all the way.
after 11 months of no
late night shopping
supper
convenient fast craft
crazy friends
uber internet
shitty weather
haze
propaganda
my life as an undergraduate was signed away at 3.20pm today on my IT project management paper.
It was a damn xialan paper. but then again, the last one as well.
what hit me like a bus was that i realised that i have failed my 35% weightage group assignment after i reached home. that fucking sucks.
oh well i guess i'd be fuckign grateful if i get a credit for that subject. the exam was only worth 30%. the lowest weighted cousework component in my entire 16 years of studying.
the next step? wait until i get my results then say lah.
btw this is the shrine of rememberence. the shit that kept me going all these while. thanks alot guys. to the people who supported me all the way.
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