A Breather

what’s playing::That’s When I Love You – Aslyn::
moodflash:: sleepy::

When someone stays up just to keep you company, even though that someone has been dead-tired lately, a thank-you is in order.

So, to T: Thank-you. Looking shagged in school just means that you’re exceptionally hardworking and the teachers have been working us ragged like dogs.

My calf cramped when I was sleeping. And I woke up from the shock of pain. That is not a good way to wake in the morning after you only slept at 4am.

I shall soon catch forty-winks before embarking on the wonders of High School Musical and youths blogging. Oh, and probably slip in a Tripmaster Monkey or Pudd’nhead Wilson. While stealing time for dates with Regression and Correlation, not forgeting Factor Analysis.
♥
[Dream a little dream]

Singing In The Rain

what’s playing::All I Really Want – Alanis Morissette::
moodflash:: lightened::

Running in the rain, with my bare feet pounding the street, gives one a sensation strangely liberating.

I looked up at the sky and was enraptured by it’s blood-red tint. “Red sky in the morning, sailor’s warning. Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.” came to mind. I loved the colour. Red means danger. And of course, red means rain which means, a good night’s sleep snuggled deeply in bed under the covers. I love red.

This blood-red had a faintly sinister look.
“I’m scared though,” I whispered.

It started pouring in a flash as I was on my way back. The promise of rain and thunder came earlier than expected. Worried for the already decreasing value of my precious shoes, I took them off to go “native” and run barefoot – as my forefathers (and foremothers) probably did before the invention of sandals and moccasins.

I was soaked. By somehow, rejuvenated. As if the rain washed away the burden of on my shoulders, even if temporarily. So as I sit in front of my trusty (though wonky) iBook, I feel ready to get down to the disgusting work that is known as compiling.

Maybe all we need every now and then, is a run in the rain.
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[And what is all comes down to, my friends, is that everything is just fine, fine, fine.]

Off The Chest

what’s playing::Take A Chance On Me – ABBA::
moodflash:: achy::

I try not to be judgemental about others, because I am paranoid that others may be judgemental about me. I may not be the most irrational of persons, but I sincerely believe in karma.

My ego has taken a bit of a beating.

I feel that I am in the wrong course. I want to work independently and freely. Yet, I must say that this semester, I have had better project experience than before. But I have become more paranoid, more sensitive and I don’t know if that is a good thing. I have yet to figure out exactly what kind of working style I have.

Life isn’t peachy. And I think I’m still too young to face a lesson in that.

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[Am I not good enough?]

Respite

whats playing::Let’s Go To The Mall – Robin Sparkles::
moodflash:: tired::

Although I just spent more than 3 hours doing mindless photoshopping work, and again, had to contribute to the taxi industry, this one really perked me up.

I love CSI and I adore How I Met Your Mother! This has got to be the most awesome combination ever! What up!

OK. Sleep. Now.

P.S. The boyfriend is the most supercalifrangelisticespielidociously awesome person I ever know. I love you baby.
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[Legen - wait for it - here it comes - almost there - dary!]

Work Work.

what’s playing::道 ~to you all~ – Aluto::
moodflash:: upbeat::

One more section of 333 to go and I’m all set for that. Unfortunately, there’s 6 other deadlines more in the next 2 weeks. And I’m not set. But that’s alright. I’ll probably get through it.

The weekend was such a blast that I feel awfully guilty for not spending the time doing constructive studying. I was doing constructive other-things instead. But it was good. I have not had such a good time for eons and I’m so psyched by it. I’m so psyched, I should probably sing the psyche song.

Cue singing.
Shot through the heart
And you’re to blame
You give love a bad name!!
End cue.

Meet the cast of How I Met Your Mother. I spent the whole Sunday getting acquainted with them.

And this, my friends, is the new F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Awsome!
♥
[Legen - wait for it - dary!]

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

what’s playing::Makes Me Wonder – Maroon 5::
moodflash:: tired::

As I walked back, along that stretch of road, I knew by scent it was well into October, and that November is on its way. There was a distinctly charred smell hanging in the air, and what seems like mist hanging low on the streets.Somewhere, something was burning. And I knew, the Indonesians were setting their forests ablaze as is their yearly ritual.

If not for the fact that the haze is simply air pollution, I would think there’s something quite romantic about it. But, the term haze is distinctly unromantic. I would rather the term fog or mist. Brings to mind Long Day’s Journey Into Night, and I wish I’m back in College again, instead of feeling stupid in University.
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[Have you done my survey? Good karma people, good karma.]

A little favour please?

what’s playing::Living Room – Paris Combo::
moodflash:: bogged down::

I’m doing a research on youth’s behavior of blogging. So, if you fall within the age of 13 – 25 and you blog, please do a favour, and help me do a very short web survey. I know it’s short because I took less than 3 mins to complete the survey. If possible, do help me to circulate the survey around because we need 200 respondents and I unfortunately, so not know that many people. Lend a hand alright?

So, please copy and paste the link below onto a new browser, and help out. (I would do a direct linking, but somehow, I can’t do it.)

http://webx.ntu.edu.sg/survey/se.ashx?s=709DE9D74325FDA2

Good karma all around.
P.S. When you start the survey, do please complete it all the way alright?
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[pretty please do my survey?]

Itchy Fingers

what’s playing::Lo Che Non Vivo – Patrizio Buanne::
moodflash:: reading and distracted::

I will sleep late tonight again, and I will have nothing, no one to blame for it. No bean-counting presentation, no 9-page essay, no nothing. All because right now, I have to read “The Hairy Ape” by Eugene O’Neill before Yerkes’ class tomorrow, and I have not started.

I’ll let you in on a childish secret. All I want to do now, is to float on my back in the Dead Sea (because I cannot swim and I’m afraid I will drown), look at the moon and stars, wishing I could touch its surface, and wondering whether there is really a man on the moon. Or a rabbit. Either one would do.

And then I would like to close my eyes and be transported to the days of the Ages, into the Hanging Garden of Babylon. I’ve always craved to see what the garden looked like. Just like how I really want to see what The Secret Garden looks like. The idea of having a sleeping garden hidden behind a gate covererd with creepers and moss, appeals to me greatly.

But I can’t do either of that.

With quacking feet and butterflies in my stomach, I set on my way to an interview today. Wishing and hoping that all would go well – no typical SBS bus screw-up and the like – I trooped out of hall like a happy trooper and was jittery all the way. One thing about me – I dislike interviews, it’s unnerving and unnatural to me. And I somehow think I always in one way or another, say the wrong and dumbest things at interviews. But again.

So all went well, but one particular question was floating in my mind – What exactly am I to say to a question asking me on the spot to describe myself?. So all the way after the interview, this thought lingered, and I realise I am not able to give a clear coherent answer.

So I shall attempt to give a little shot. Just a little one.

I’m actually not that serious. Practical would be the word. And not always. I daydream, I imagine, and I love to set my mind free to roam. I love my dreams because they are fantastical, and I enjoy them immensely. I don’t like reality, but I am realistic. I don’t like restriction, but I give myself guidelines.I’m stubborn as hell, but sometimes let people wipe their feet all over me. I adore Tom and Jerry, and I love CSI and Criminal Minds. I think alot, and I like to see as many aspects of a situation as possible. I hate stereotyping, but I do it on others anyway. I like to think I’m generally responsible, but I know I selectively apply this responsibility and dedication. I don’t like hassal, and I’m impatient as hell. I like to believe I’m mature, but I’m not an adult yet.

Now, how do you tell all that to an interviewer?

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[I cannot find good enough words to describe me. I am me.]