It's 5am, Sunday morning. 3 hours to go before the dreaded chem exam. I've been up all night studying. Seems like the perfect time to write an entry.
This week has been full of mixed emotions, and even though final exam fortnight is still not over, i feel the need to write down my emotions now.
Night before English Literature: pretty relaxed, still doing some poems. Last poem left. A Story of Lost Friends. I lie down on my bed, and begin reading.
Aah, this poem had made my night. I didn't finish reading it but i soo understood what Bond was trying to say. I felt it. Loneliness is horrible. To not belong to someone, to not be someone else's responsibility, is disheartening. Parents? They are guides, sometimes teachers, but not always. Friends, Siblings? They are comrades, sometimes teachers, but not always. Special friends? They are emotion communicators, interpreters and outputers (:P), sometimes teachers, but not always.
Nature, love, the soul, yourself. Common with all the formers. The constants. But there is still loneliness.
buzzing emotions that night.
Night before Physics: FRUSTRATION! missing notes, too many formulae, sleepless nights piling on. HATE! CONFUSION! ....lost.
Night before Computers: Aaah! excitement! restlessness! energy! passion! good feeling.... understanding.
After Computers exam..... imperfectness, regret, passion.
And here i am, 3 hours away from the chemistry exam. Time to get some sleep!
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Shades of Tan
random question of the day.
At what shade of tan does beige become brown?
p.s my newfound picture clicking interest (no good at it yet)
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Initial rubbish.. rediscovering fun
Every now and then, i tend to return to the roots of my everything. This evening i was and still am in one of those moments. My motivation is pumped, my ranting is at its peak and i just feel good all over.
And even as Dean Martin's voice consumes my emotions, mixing them up as if they were paints on a platter ( which never turns out to be pretty, because u eventually get a browny coloured thingy which looks like poo, or this purplish brown thingy which doesn't look pretty, but I've already said that... but its true...), i feel impulsive.
I feel like doing something stupid, insane, outrageous. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
My motivation tonight, as "lame" as it might be, is to fly. Aah, the joy and ecstasy that i feel when i lift off!:D and the sadness i feel when my feet touch the ground again :(. I take my shoes off, and coil up again, ready to spring into nothingness.
And even as i do this, some sort of enlightenment hits me. Not answers, but questions. I jump, and fall back onto the ground. Why?
Is it because the Earth needs to stay in its orbit so as to not crash into other planets, or get close enough to the sun to fry us?
Is it because we are able to experience the sweet sensation of breathing in the cold winter morning air instead?
I want to live on the moon. Sure, basketball courts will be hard to come across over there, but at least i will be able to jump higher than Jordan. ;)
Note : i warned you about the rubbish, don't blame me.
And even as Dean Martin's voice consumes my emotions, mixing them up as if they were paints on a platter ( which never turns out to be pretty, because u eventually get a browny coloured thingy which looks like poo, or this purplish brown thingy which doesn't look pretty, but I've already said that... but its true...), i feel impulsive.
I feel like doing something stupid, insane, outrageous. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
My motivation tonight, as "lame" as it might be, is to fly. Aah, the joy and ecstasy that i feel when i lift off!:D and the sadness i feel when my feet touch the ground again :(. I take my shoes off, and coil up again, ready to spring into nothingness.
And even as i do this, some sort of enlightenment hits me. Not answers, but questions. I jump, and fall back onto the ground. Why?
Is it because the Earth needs to stay in its orbit so as to not crash into other planets, or get close enough to the sun to fry us?
Is it because we are able to experience the sweet sensation of breathing in the cold winter morning air instead?
I want to live on the moon. Sure, basketball courts will be hard to come across over there, but at least i will be able to jump higher than Jordan. ;)
Note : i warned you about the rubbish, don't blame me.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
is white really a colour?
as i sit at my desk, typing this post, i look at a tissue lying in front of me. It is white. And then i ask myself, is white really a colour?
thats it
:P
As i think back on what i have learn't about colours and the theory that white is not reely a colour but a combination of all the 7 vibgyor colours, but its different when an object is white, coz it has white pigments or something like that....... i feel kinda nerdish.... i try to switch off... i look back at that goddamn tissue!! why did you have to be white???
gone are the days when i could just look at a white tissue, and smile because the colour made me happy. Why do i have to think? Why do i try to divide everything into something smaller, and smaller, and smaller. Now i look at that tissue, and it saddens me.
White is my favourite colour. I like the fact that when i ask anyone what their favourite colour is, they never say white. Black, Blue, Red, Pink.... but never white... but then, is white really a colour?
thats it
:P
As i think back on what i have learn't about colours and the theory that white is not reely a colour but a combination of all the 7 vibgyor colours, but its different when an object is white, coz it has white pigments or something like that....... i feel kinda nerdish.... i try to switch off... i look back at that goddamn tissue!! why did you have to be white???
gone are the days when i could just look at a white tissue, and smile because the colour made me happy. Why do i have to think? Why do i try to divide everything into something smaller, and smaller, and smaller. Now i look at that tissue, and it saddens me.
White is my favourite colour. I like the fact that when i ask anyone what their favourite colour is, they never say white. Black, Blue, Red, Pink.... but never white... but then, is white really a colour?
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