Saturday, September 06, 2003

why?!?! when i needed you.. you were not there. can't be access. you basically just shut down on me! how could you do that? i was on the verge of having a mental and emotional breakdown. you are like my catarsis! how could you leave me so?

ok ok.. i'm being melo-dramatic, eh? hmmmm.. sorry blogger wasn't working yesterday and i had my firt panic in months. no, not because blogger ain't working. but because i dunno how or where to start on my shakespeare. thought i would do much ado about nothing yesterday. but as it turns out, i did nothing much! simply wasted my day and simply frustrating. you know the feeling? i dunno.. i'm planning to finish all my other subjects first before going back to shakespeare.

talking to raelene (our actually you can see our convo in my tag box) made me realise, i chose a freaking tedious combi! why did i have to drop math? actually thank god i did. i would have died if i still had math tutorials to do. luckily, i ain't no longer taking History S.. that'll be another load i cannot take! so far i've accomplished 5 chapters of macro-econs. need to finish int'l trade and finances, forex, role of govt & the whole friggin micro. i need to finish russian rev and industrialization. i still have yet to touch on ANY history 2 chapters. i'm about done with donne (pun intended). the funny thing is. i'm not really fretting as i should. i mean, i still got loads to do and this long list ain't helping! haha.. i'll try my best, ya? anyone in the same boat? eng tat is not making it any better.. yes ET, i mean i know you have not finish your however-so-many-rounds of studying yet. but at least you're about to be done now. well, good luck to allof us.. 20 essays to write is alot!

--- leave the books and do the thing you do best ---

dun be disgusting ok! wasn't thinking of that at all!

BRITNEY, WHAT THE EFF WERE YOU SMOKING DURING YOUR INTERVIEW ON CNN?!


click here for the skanky britney


thanks rae!

britney may be able to afford a New York penthouse, a private jet, and shitloads of cocaine, but the following items were evidently too hefty to reach the bottom line:

-a decent haircut (I swear, the blonde, red-highlighted bob she sported on CNN looked like a friggin WIG)

-tasteful clothes (her outfit during the kick-off show: well, let's just say it defies further commentary)

-you know what? eff tasteful clothes, the silly-ho can't even afford TASTE! She was chewing gum on CNN, for crying out loud! her endless gum-chewing and head-bobbing made her look like an effing Girl Scout on speed.

-a mildly talented song writer/producer. as blood drained from my ears during her performance of a so-called 'new' single (sounds like her last album, only condensed into three minutes and 30 seconds), i wondered, 'even Justin effing Timberlake has had three hot singles in a row, why can't Britney come out with ONE?!'

-a choreographer. ANY choreographer will do, really. because as far as I could tell, there were no recognizable dance moves during her kick-off show. unless, of course, you consider epileptic headbanging a dance move.

god, I could go on and on. And I'm not being bitchy.. ok that's a lie.. but it was great thing to find i'm watchign CNN and britney looked like a skank-ho. hahaha.. i just burst out laughing! great way to release vent up stress... thanks britney. hit me baby, one more time? mwahaha!

Friday, September 05, 2003

-Just a thought-

procrastination is like masturbation. at first it feels good. but later you realise.. you're just fucking yourself!

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

A Game Of Chess

Nightfall: the town's chromatic nocturne wakes
dark brillliance on the river; colours drift
and tremble as enormous shadows lift
Orion to his place. The heart remakes
that peace torn in the blaze of day. Inside
your room are music, warmth and wine, the board
with chessmen set for play. The harpischord
begins a fugue; delight is multiplied.

A game: the heart's impossible ideal -
to choose among a host of paths, and know
that if the kingdom crumbles one can yield
and have the choice again. Abstract and real
joined in their trance of thought, two players show
the calm of gods above a troubled field.

-Gwen Harwood

Standing at the edge of choicesI have to make, I am too scared to take one step forward, and too scared to fall.
Too scared to find out, when if I do, that no one will be there to catch me.
A host of paths, a hall of mirrors, a chessboard, and me the pawn.