i thanks you.

just got back home! celebrated dad's bday today at crystal jade at suntec. haha. so full. the first time we really kinda talked and laughed over dinner, maybe. hmm. thanks God. happy birthday dad. sorry im rude at times, impatient and disorganised. and always forgetful. but i do appreciate all the stuff you do- the talks in the car rides, the nicely cut up fruits you give me in a bowl, your reminders to drink water and your prayers just before my papers. God honours a faithful man and.. thank you. i feel very blessed. having said that, i do wonder why i did. its not likely he'll ever see this. ha. hm. and if he did i think i'd relocate. hahaa. a narcisstic reminder to myself to be appreciative of all his fatherly gestures? perhaps, perhaps.
-

you know a scary thought i have sometimes? that i'd die a sudden unnatural death. and sometimes i feel so compelled to leave messages to people - unspoken things, in my diaries or in this blog (but not really- this is much too public domain for me to comfortably slip in private thoughts).. i don't know. is it only me being overly imaginative and dismal? or do you think about it too? if my atheistic JC lit teacher ever taught me anything, it is firstly a sensitivity to Words- its craft, its nuances, its symbols and richness. and secondly, a line of a poem by phillip larkin: love unused, in unsaid words.
it's true isn't it? love only exists as something spent.
-

dunno why im getting so emo in writing. i feel perfectly fine. maybe one of those nagging desires inside of me to become a writer. one day, some way. rem koolhaus inspires me, peter zumthor as well. they are excellent architects and excellent writers. haha. excellent UNTIL today i heard someone talking about koolhaus having an affair. it happened with louis kahn (3 wives!), and now with koolhaus. what is it with architects. Men. *grimace*. haha. i think writing about things or being able to assume identities by typing in virtual space is a healthy mask sometimes- we feel less of the need to guard ourselves in social interactions, and this may sometimes result in us being more honest with people than in normal daily circumstances. its like detaching ourselves from a physical thing, and through that, gaining a fresh perspective. Perspective comes with distance i think. both in a physical way - we observe visual perspective only when we stand a certain distance on a street from a particular building, and we gain intellectual perspective when we divorce ourselves ever so little from the daily things we are so ingrained with. the hodge-podge of our life, like a mud pool which we soak in- the chores, the studying, the chit chat, the lunches and dinners, the numerous activities.
-

well i'm glad one of my friendship troubles are more or less resolved. i do enjoy myself in studio 8. they are good friends i can trust. friends who are not manipulative, malice-ridden or scheming. sini :) xuezhen yang chongji hazwan ji yingying kailun chinghei thao sheena you have been a wonderful bunch- im so glad aki started this way for me. something to remember, treasure and be glad about. ( i was counting and wondering why there are only 11 names when there are 12 people in studio 8. DOH.) i was less relaxed in rj i think, except with the hockey gals and dicky and cherie, i guess.

haha. maybe i was inspired by sini's blog, eh? ;) ketchup with you after exams girl. saturday! press on. and monday at your house- confirmed right? i will email the rest once you give the nod! see you tmr at studio. let's chiong through this last lap.!

jay chou's anjing keeps playing in my mind. hahaha. addicted, aren't i?
translated the last lines would go something like this:

yet i will not hinder your leave/
to love you is a release.

haha i tried to make it more poetic in english. could you tell? geez. i look at the english translations on the net like "memories of us have grown hair bulbs" in translation of jaychou's Black Sweater song, or "i really don't have talent to keep quiet so fast", (LITERALLY in place of wo zhen de mei you tian fen, an jing de mei zhe me kuai) and i laugh and cringe alternately. hahaha.

i thanks you.

just got back home! celebrated dad's bday today at crystal jade at suntec. haha. so full. the first time we really kinda talked and laughed over dinner, maybe. hmm. thanks God. happy birthday dad. sorry im rude at times, impatient and disorganised. and always forgetful. but i do appreciate all the stuff you do- the talks in the car rides, the nicely cut up fruits you give me in a bowl, your reminders to drink water and your prayers just before my papers. God honours a faithful man and.. thank you. i feel very blessed. having said that, i do wonder why i did. its not likely he'll ever see this. ha. hm. and if he did i think i'd relocate. hahaa. a narcisstic reminder to myself to be appreciative of all his fatherly gestures? perhaps, perhaps.
-

you know a scary thought i have sometimes? that i'd die a sudden unnatural death. and sometimes i feel so compelled to leave messages to people - unspoken things, in my diaries or in this blog (but not really- this is much to public domain for me to comfortably slip in private thoughts).. i don't know. is it only me being overly imaginative and dismal? or do you think about it too? if my atheistic JC lit teacher ever taught me anything, it is firstly a sensitivity to Words- its craft, its nuances, its symbols and richness. and secondly, a line of a poem by phillip larkin: love unused, in unsaid words.
it's true isn't it? love only exists as something spent.
-

dunno why im getting so emo in writing. i feel perfectly fine. maybe one of those nagging desires inside of me to become a writer. one day, some way. rem koolhaus inspires me, peter zumthor as well. they are excellent architects and excellent writers. haha. until today i heard someone talking about koolhaus having an affair. it happened with louis kahn (3 wives!), and now with koolhaus. what is it with architects. Men. *grimace*. haha. i think writing about thing or typing things out in virtual space is a healthy mask sometimes- we feel less of the need to guard ourselves in social interactions, and this may sometimes result in us being more honest with people than in normal daily circumstances. its like detaching ourselves from a physical thing, and through that, gaining a fresh perspective. Perspective comes with distance i think. both in a physical way - we observe visual perspective only when we stand a certain distance on a street from a particular building, and we gain intellectual perspective when we divorce ourselves ever so little from the daily things we are so ingrained with. the hodge-podge of our life, like a mud pool which we soak in- the chores, the studying, the chit chat, the lunches and dinners, the numerous activities.
-

well i'm glad one of my friendship troubles are more or less resolved. i do enjoy myself in studio 8. they are good friends i can trust. friends who are not manipulative, malice-ridden or scheming. sini :) xuezhen yang chongji hazwan ji yingying kailun chinghei thao sheena you have been a wonderful bunch- im so glad aki started this way for me. something to remember, treasure and be glad about. ( i was counting and wondering why there are only 11 names when there are 12 people in studio 8. DOH.) i was less relaxed in rj i think, except with the hockey gals and dicky and cherie, i guess.

haha. maybe i was inspired by sini's blog, eh? ;) ketchup with you after exams girl. saturday! press on. and monday at your house- confirmed right? i will email the rest once you give the nod! see you tmr at studio. let's chiong through this last lap.!

jay chou's anjing keeps playing in my mind. hahaha. addicted, aren't i?
translated the last lines would go something like this:

yet i will not hinder your leave/
to love you is a release.

haha i tried to make it more poetic in english. could you tell? geez. i look at the english translations on the net like "memories of us have grown hair bulbs" in translation of jaychou's Black Sweater song, or "i really don't have talent to keep quiet so fast", (LITERALLY in place of wo zhen de mei you tian fen, an jing de mei zhe me kuai) and i laugh and cringe alternately. hahaha.

i thanks you.

just got back home! celebrated dad's bday today at crystal jade at suntec. haha. so full. the first time we really kinda talked and laughed over dinner, maybe. hmm. thanks God. happy birthday dad. sorry im rude at times, impatient and disorganised. and always forgetful. but i do appreciate all the stuff you do- the talks in the car rides, the nicely cut up fruits you give me in a bowl, your reminders to drink water and your prayers just before my papers. God honours a faithful man and.. thank you. i feel very blessed. having said that, i do wonder why i did. its not likely he'll ever see this. ha. hm. and if he did i think i'd relocate. hahaa. a narcisstic reminder to myself to be appreciative of all his fatherly gestures? perhaps, perhaps.
-

you know a scary thought i have sometimes? that i'd die a sudden unnatural death. and sometimes i feel so compelled to leave messages to people - unspoken things, in my diaries or in this blog (but not really- this is much to public domain for me to comfortably slip in private thoughts).. i don't know. is it only me being overly imaginative and dismal? or do you think about it too? if my atheistic JC lit teacher ever taught me anything, it is firstly a sensitivity to Words- its craft, its nuances, its symbols and richness. and secondly, a line of a poem by phillip larkin: love unused, in unsaid words.
it's true isn't it? love only exists as something spent.
-

dunno why im getting so emo in writing. i feel perfectly fine. maybe one of those nagging desires inside of me to become a writer. one day, some way. rem koolhaus inspires me, peter zumthor as well. they are excellent architects and excellent writers. haha. until today i heard someone talking about koolhaus having an affair. it happened with louis kahn (3 wives!), and now with koolhaus. what is it with architects. Men. *grimace*. haha. i think writing about thing or typing things out in virtual space is a healthy mask sometimes- we feel less of the need to guard ourselves in social interactions, and this may sometimes result in us being more honest with people than in normal daily circumstances. its like detaching ourselves from a physical thing, and through that, gaining a fresh perspective. Perspective comes with distance i think. both in a physical way - we observe visual perspective only when we stand a certain distance on a street from a particular building, and we gain intellectual perspective when we divorce ourselves ever so little from the daily things we are so ingrained with. the hodge-podge of our life, like a mud pool which we soak in- the chores, the studying, the chit chat, the lunches and dinners, the numerous activities.
-

well i'm glad one of my friendship troubles are more or less resolved. i do enjoy myself in studio 8. they are good friends i can trust. friends who are not manipulative, malice-ridden or scheming. sini :) xuezhen yang chongji hazwan ji yingying kailun chinghei thao sheena you have been a wonderful bunch- im so glad aki started this way for me. something to remember, treasure and be glad about. ( i was counting and wondering why there are only 11 names when there are 12 people in studio 8. DOH.) i was less relaxed in rj i think, except with the hockey gals and dicky and cherie, i guess.

haha. maybe i was inspired by sini's blog, eh? ;) ketchup with you after exams girl. saturday! press on. and monday at your house- confirmed right? i will email the rest once you give the nod! see you tmr at studio. let's chiong through this last lap.!

jay chou's anjing keeps playing in my mind. hahaha. addicted, aren't i?
translated the last lines would go something like this:

yet i will not hinder your leave/
to love you is a release.

haha i tried to make it more poetic in english. could you tell? geez. i look at the english translations on the net like "memories of us have grown hair bulbs" in translation of jaychou's Black Sweater song, or "i really don't have talent to keep quiet so fast", (LITERALLY in place of wo zhen de mei you tian fen, an jing de mei zhe me kuai) and i laugh and cringe alternately. hahaha.

i thanks you.

just got back home! celebrated dad's bday today at crystal jade at suntec. haha. so full. the first time we really kinda talked and laughed over dinner, maybe. hmm. thanks God. happy birthday dad. sorry im rude at times, impatient and disorganised. and always forgetful. but i do appreciate all the stuff you do- the talks in the car rides, the nicely cut up fruits you give me in a bowl, your reminders to drink water and your prayers just before my papers. God honours a faithful man and.. thank you. i feel very blessed. having said that, i do wonder why i did. its not likely he'll ever see this. ha. hm. and if he did i think i'd relocate. hahaa. a narcisstic reminder to myself to be appreciative of all his fatherly gestures? perhaps, perhaps.
-

you know a scary thought i have sometimes? that i'd die a sudden unnatural death. and sometimes i feel so compelled to leave messages to people - unspoken things, in my diaries or in this blog (but not really- this is much to public domain for me to comfortably slip in private thoughts).. i don't know. is it only me being overly imaginative and dismal? or do you think about it too? if my atheistic JC lit teacher ever taught me anything, it is firstly a sensitivity to Words- its craft, its nuances, its symbols and richness. and secondly, a line of a poem by phillip larkin: love unused, in unsaid words.
it's true isn't it? love only exists as something spent.
-

dunno why im getting so emo in writing. i feel perfectly fine. maybe one of those nagging desires inside of me to become a writer. one day, some way. rem koolhaus inspires me, peter zumthor as well. they are excellent architects and excellent writers. haha. until today i heard someone talking about koolhaus having an affair. it happened with louis kahn (3 wives!), and now with koolhaus. what is it with architects. Men. *grimace*. haha. i think writing about thing or typing things out in virtual space is a healthy mask sometimes- we feel less of the need to guard ourselves in social interactions, and this may sometimes result in us being more honest with people than in normal daily circumstances. its like detaching ourselves from a physical thing, and through that, gaining a fresh perspective. Perspective comes with distance i think. both in a physical way - we observe visual perspective only when we stand a certain distance on a street from a particular building, and we gain intellectual perspective when we divorce ourselves ever so little from the daily things we are so ingrained with. the hodge-podge of our life, like a mud pool which we soak in- the chores, the studying, the chit chat, the lunches and dinners, the numerous activities.
-

well i'm glad one of my friendship troubles are more or less resolved. i do enjoy myself in studio 8. they are good friends i can trust. friends who are not manipulative, malice-ridden or scheming. sini :) xuezhen yang chongji hazwan ji yingying kailun chinghei thao sheena you have been a wonderful bunch- im so glad aki started this way for me. something to remember, treasure and be glad about. ( i was counting and wondering why there are only 11 names when there are 12 people in studio 8. DOH.) i was less relaxed in rj i think, except with the hockey gals and dicky and cherie, i guess.

haha. maybe i was inspired by sini's blog, eh? ;) ketchup with you after exams girl. saturday! press on. and monday at your house- confirmed right? i will email the rest once you give the nod! see you tmr at studio. let's chiong through this last lap.!

jay chou's anjing keeps playing in my mind. hahaha. addicted, aren't i?
translated the last lines would go something like this:

yet i will not hinder your leave/
to love you is a release.

haha i tried to make it more poetic in english. could you tell? geez. i look at the english translations on the net like "memories of us have grown hair bulbs" in translation of jaychou's Black Sweater song, or "i really don't have talent to keep quiet so fast", (LITERALLY in place of wo zhen de mei you tian fen, an jing de mei zhe me kuai) and i laugh and cringe alternately. hahaha.

Dad, What's Politics?

A small boy asks his dad "What is politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it. I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me Capitalism. Your mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the people. The Nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class.And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense."

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the Nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the Nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now." The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."

The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit."


hahahahaa.


cite Bret Carpenter.

Who Started Less is More?

Have you wondered who originally said "Less is more"?

Both Mies van de Rohe and Buckminster Fuller adopted it as a way of life--you can see it demonstrated in Mies' buildings and Bucky's geodesic domes--but they got it from a poem.

It's said by the painter Andrea del Sarto (who was a real person--1486-1531), in Robert Browning's 1855 poem by that name. You'll recognize another well-known line a little later in the same poem. Here's how Browning had Andrea del Sarto say "less is more." He's addressing his beautiful, but somewhat stupid and apparently unfaithful young wife, Lucrezia, for whom he abandoned an important painting commission and--some have said--his true calling.

...I could count twenty such
Who strive ... To paint a little thing like that you smeared
Carelessly passing with your robes afloat--
Yet do much less ... --so much less!
Well, less is more, Lucrezia: I am judged.

There burns a truer light of God in them,
In their vexed beating stuffed and stopped-up brain,
Heart, or whate'er else, than goes on to prompt
This low-pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine.

Their works drop groundward, but themselves, I know,
Reach many a time a heaven that's shut to me,
Enter and take their place there sure enough,
Though they come back and cannot tell the world.

... Somebody remarks Morello's outline there is wrongly traced,
His hue mistaken; what of that? or else,
Rightly traced and well ordered; what of that?
Speak as they please, what does the mountain care?

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

-from some webpage as i was doing some useful *cough* studying.-

and just for the sake of it..

stupid cynicism.

answer to yesterday's queries: i didnt go for MSG. but i did tell uncle blue. haa. and amanda heng replaced me to lead worship in cell. sankyus veh much. oh YAH gerry looked so pretty yesterday i'll bug her for our photos. OR. i wait til she posts on her blog then i kope. haha.

read bfore somewhere that "diaries are records not so much of fullness, but of emptiness." funny that its in the days just before my exams that i blog more. to break the monotony of studying i guess. wonder how we had the stamina to mug so hard and so long for a levels. !

-there was a break. i blog hopped and read a seething-oh-so-trying-to-be-radical-blog. which raised my ire.-

you are not revolutionary and intellectual just by discussing political matters. you are not superior and sophisticated just by using the eff word and lambasting everything around you. you are not elevated by pushing things down, or in your self-circled failed attempt to do so. so don't you even start denigrating "religion" which to you is a lump of gray- not because there is nothing to see, but because you are blind to it. people do not subscribe to a religion because they are stupid, but because they see something, someone, in it which your myopic eyes fail to detect, in all their self-professed razor sharpness. you can't tear down what you don't know, and you will need to try harder to prove your point that religion is a festering disease of human construct. you need something more than foul language, more than narrow floppy opinion, more than fake objectivity.


ever heard those people who say religion is mass-produced for sappy sods who need to feed themselves feel-good tidbits? what do you say to that? that they are feeding themselves their own recipe of feel-good, becoming subjects of their own condemnation. and this is their recipe: a blind but wide-flung rebellion against age-old social institutions that they simply do not understand, and do not bother to understand. don't you have to know about what you are criticising? and knowing something thoroughly often entails a deep understanding that is NOT one-sided, that is not flippant nor sloppy, that is not based on a priori deduction. so what do they truly know about what they are lambasting? no, you limit your own understanding of it by your shallow cynicism. and you feed yourself with the ignorance of your own condescension.

ignorant god-haters i despise.

chocolate rabbits.

yay. worship went well. sigh of relief. feel like a traffic policewoman with all the signallings. welcome beng with the long hair baaaack! ahaha. "22" fish and chip paper all the way from aussie. cool stuff. and thanks luke for drumming on special request! really didnt wanna bother you. but aiyah, you said you had a hunch you were playing right? calling, lah.

today was some kinda adventure. supposed to get a lift -ahh!- from aunty catherine, so supposed to go to luke's house. but then ah. i'm some road idiot right? so i ended up stopping at a premature busstop- Busstop 324. -shock panic- haha. didnt know where the crap i was. then eventually i figured i stopped too early and got on the bus again. so waste money. why am i using so much singlish.

haha and while we were in the car, the parents talked about fertile rabbits. it was hilarious. sex education-on-the-go. hahahaha. speaking of hilarious, you just HAVE to check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IY4XHXn5B9I
teaching japanese tourists english in case they are mugged by americans.

and then and then amanda heng gave me dark chocolate! 77% cocoa! hahaha. power. you know good quality chocolate has more anti-oxidants per ounce than most fruits? :D i just love this type of gratifying science. exams starting next wed!! im so glad its not tmr. dilemma: should i go for MSG tmr? but i havent studied BU2484 at all! yikes. but uncle blue looked so tired today i feel like i shld give him moral support tmr. haaiii. i don't like hospitals. sucks in so few but deflates so many.

:) :) :) joy no matter the circumstance. its not forced. restore to me the joy of YOUR salvation.

we stay apart in the distance you create.

you dead bird.

wave hello to the dead-horse arum off the islands of Sardinia!! (:

disgusting piece of grot right!.? haha. if you enlarge it that much more you'll be able to see the brownish hairs that stick up off its surface- like the waxy feathers of a gull. it also happens to smell like the grossest thing on earth- rotting corpse of a dead gull. AND is Warm- the temperature of a dead gull. so why am i so fascinated? this plant is so fugly but its as close to "genius" as you can get in planet earth.! pity all those einstein wannabes.

and gasp guess what. two days of studying with dicky and belle have gotten me thinking that jay chou's songs are pretty good. haha. no more "author-moderated comments" thingum. YESS! i didnt even know i turned that moderation switch on. Wake Me When November Ends. right now i am gonna hibernate in the warmth of books. euck. warm like the dead-horse arum.

things to concern yourself with (if you are bored/ if you predict you will feel bored sometime, if you know i'm probably as bored as you are gonna be and trust my sense of boredom.. etcetc.)

1. Aki-ists: Who Will Be Your Tutor Next Term? [game of GUESS WHO!] haha.

candidate one: __________________

this should be peasier: __________________________________ :X

teehee. number three. ______________________________________

i could get so screwed. NO NAMES! haha maybe i should put the moderator comment thing up again. uh oh. i just saw a bad word. but blogger cant crop. you all see no evil k.

and for non-aki-ists:

2. Do you know what Mother-in-Law is an anagram of??

Ans:

Woman Hitler!

haa. so you can spend your merry holidays finding out what your names are anagrams of.

a-chef-i-toil shall return to cosy, warm, fuzzy (hairy) and stinky (be a dead bird.) studying.

everything is so heavy.

im booked til 30 dec i dont even wanna think about it. God let your joy come.

dunno y i wasted so much time reading trashy blogs about self-obsessed clubbers bitching about other self-obsessed clubbers. must be cos my hockey friends gave me a link.

i should read less trash.

i need the kind of rest that sleep can't give.

spare me the BE A LEADER sermon. just this once.