Everything starts with an end in mind.

My thoughts are riding in a caravan to a new land.

This place has lost its reason for living.

http://saveourselves.wordpress.com

Travelling.

Quiting PGP might be a good choice.

Travelling may not be that painstaking afterall. To me, its a period of serene and peace, where nothing happens and I don't have to worry about academics.

Light drizzling on the bus window with a cool breeze from the aircon, ears filled with good music. Those are the ingredients for a good old bus ride to school . Even though it takes 1h 30 minutes and after the whole ordeal, I cannot feel my ass anymore.

Sitting down there,seeing the scenery retreating into the back of your sight is gratifying.

Exasperation.

Exhaustion is what I would associate Monday with from now on.

But today there was another E involved in the masquerade to throw me into a state of disappointment and disgust : Exasperation.

I was in my Reason and Persuasion lecture when there was this faculty mate from SoC.

He had a cap of 2.00 but he managed to change faculty.

So where does it leave me now ?

PS : Granted that he applied on time. And me ? Three months late.

2 more days till school re-opens.

Frankly speaking, I am not looking forward to it neither am I cursing and swearing at its imminency. It's going to happen. It is an absolute fact. So people, accept it because y'all will be able to see me in school again. *Blows kisses*

忽然间毫无缘故
再多的爱也不满足
想你的眉目想到迷糊
不知不觉让我中毒
忽然间很需要保护
假如世界一瞬间结束
假如你退出
我只是说假如
不是不明白
太想看清楚
反而让你的面目变得模糊
越在乎的人
越小心安抚
反而连一个吻也留不住
我也不想这么样反反复复
反正最后每个人都孤独
你的甜蜜变成我的痛苦
离开你有没有帮助
我也不想这么样起起伏伏
反正每段关系都是孤独
眼看感情变成一个包袱
都怪我太渴望得到你保护

Come on people, play a game with me.

Tell me what song is this and what are the missing words ?

Yes I am bored. I am damn bored. I have been drowning myself in the enchanting voice of Faye these days because the Mandarin Pop music scene currently is experiencing a talent drought. Therefore, I am just going back in time to find solace and comfort in the has beens to remind myself that things will be better.

Will people ever be true to themselves ?

I believe that is a dilemma innate to us. Apparently, being true to oneself is as hard as moving mountains.

Let me illustrate an example. How many times have we contracted the syndrome of "sour grapes" ? That is precisely a method of self consolation and self delusion. It is difficult for someone to accept that cold harsh fact that is untoward to him. It is convenient to adopt the sour-grape approach because it is has a placebo effect. It makes him feel better.

That, in essence, why people refuse to be true to themsevles : because the truth hurts, no matter in what capacity. Only when the truth proves itself to be positive then will one individual subscribe bask itself in the full glory. Else, he will find all kinds of ways to self-console, self-delude.

A sad fact yet a common phenomenon.

I feel like updating but I don't know what to write.

Some people use their blogs to bitch, whine or document their life happenings everyday. But I don't.

Beyonce - Irreplaceable

to the left
to the left

to the left
to the left

VERSE 1:
mmmm..to the left
to the left
Everthing you own in the box to the left
In the closet, that's my stuff-
Yes, if i bought then please don't touch(dont touch)

And keep talkin that mess thats fine,
but could you walk and talk at the same time-
And, its my name thats on that jag. so go move
your bags let me call you a cab

Standin in the front yard tellin me how i'm such a [fool]
talkin bout, ill never ever find a man like you,
You got me twisted

CHORUS:
You must not know bout me
You must not know bout me
i could have another you in a minute,
matter fact, he'll be here in a minute, baby

You must not know bout me
You must not know bout me
i could have another you by tomorrow
so dont you ever for a second get to thinkin,
your irreplaceable

VERSE 2:
So go ahead and get gone, call up that chick,
and see if shes home
oops, i bet you thought, that i didnt know,
what did you think, i was puttin you out for...
because you was untrue, rollin her around in the
car that i bought you
baby drop them keys...hurry up before your taxi leaves

standin in the front yard tellin me how im such a [fool]
talkin bout, ill never ever find a man like you,
you got me twisted

CHORUS:
you must not know bout me
you must not know bout me
i could have another you in a minute
matter fact, he'll be here in a minute, baby

you must not know bout me
you must not know bout me
i could have another you by tomorrow
so dont you ever for a second get to thinkin,
your irreplaceable

VERSE 3:
so since im not your everything,
how bout i'll be nothing, nothing at all to you
baby i wont shed a tear for you (i wont shed a tear)
i wont lose a wink of sleep (a wink of sleep)
cause the truth of the matter is
replacing you is so easy

to the left
to the left

to the left
to the left

mmmm...to the left
to the left ,everything you own in the box to the left

to the left
to the left

dont you ever for a second get to thinkin...
your irreplaceable

you must no know bout me
you must not know bout me
i could have another you in a minute matter fact,
hell be here in a minute, BABY!!!!

you must not know bout me
you must not know bout me
i could have another you by tomorrow
so dont you ever for a second get to
([Played with next verse] thinkin...Baby hey yea!!!)

you must not know bout me
you must not know bout me
i could have a nother you in a minute,
matter fact, he'll be here in a minute
you can pack all yo bags we finsihed,
Cause yo made your bed now lay in it
i could have another you by tomorrow
so dont you ever for a second get to thinkin

I read the recommendation from trevvy and boy, I am now officially hooked on
this song. I don't know whether is it good or bad when I say that this song connects
to me. Oh no, superficial, superficial.



your irreplaceable....

2006, gone.

Enters 2007.

Frankly speaking it wasn't an amazing New Year to begin in. I was stucked in Orchard at the stroke of midnight, where without any rhyme or reason, Indians begin flooding and started spraying whatever that was on everyone on the street.

Me and my friends were scared stiff. They were rowdy, screaming and shouting as if they were after somebody's blood. I so wanted to kick in their balls when they sprayed their bottles at me. I was wearing a new shirt.

On a more important note, yes friends, I've decided to TRY for a change of course. I don't know where it will happen or not ( READ : TRY ) or whatever will happen in the future. It's not that I don't like computing, but maybe it's just I have neither the talent nor the capability to compete with those hardworking people, or those China Chinese or those Indians.

See where the future brings me :) Que Sera Sera!

Happy New Year People!