A willing participant in a roman circus,
tearing at the limbs by raging horses,
pulling inwards against all forces.

Would it be better if I were born somewhere else? Would I be more mature? More knowledgeable?

Very odd. I notice that my prose only flows under darker influences. I'm no masochist though.

Wow

I was reading the old old blog, and the old blog, and the blog. And I can see how far I have walked.

The sloth and the rat

Jesus...I got stunned in the lab right after lunch coz my partner could not wait to ask one of our supervisors some ***urgent*** questions!

Argh.

I feel like a sloth beside a hyperactive rat.

I'm not made of gold

Yep. The title says it all. I should put my...em...goshthisishardtotype....hard...ouchstopslappingmyselfandlaughing...earned...money...to better use!

Gosh, that was certainly a difficult sentence...

Got to cure myself of all that insomniac behavior too. Can't run on coffee forever.

Before the grind, there was calm and joy.

Enfin, my account has been replenished. Blessed be thy lord!

Oh...I wanted to make a resolution to laze less. But, man...lazing around is so goooood. Much better than rushing headlong always trying to be the best. Je suis desolée, mon ami. Mais, je suis trés tired of working hard after having to do so for so long. I just want to shoot the breeze for now!

Sick of having to be the best, I am.

Enjoy my friends, my pay, my drink and my interests. That's enough for now before I leap into the grind.

My poor health!

Man. I think my fitness will suffer if this continues. I feel like I'm half dead every morning I wake up, completely dead by noon, not so dead at night, and then the cycle repeats. At least if I could sleep well I don't mind. Unfortunately, the only days where I slept well were the days I return home groggy from drinking! lol...

The "whole life wasted" theme is starting to grow on me. And IMRE appears to have NOT paid me yet! My account is screaming in hemorrhage! Please deposit the money soon!

And no. It is not to fund my jaunts to C2H5OH land. I just want to save it for that dream Egypt trip!

Toute la vie...gaspillée!

I remember I used to love running so much. But ever since my long layoff, it seems like I have lost the drive for it. I cannot believe that I just sat here for 2 hours because I was procrastinating on going for my run!

Toute la vie...gaspillée!

Anyways, life sucks when you have no choice, and it sucks when you have choices. *Slams head in wall* Should I or should I not? Possibly hang myself with pride or swallow? Talk to shadows forever or finally embrace life?

And what if its a wrong choice?
And a right choice?
Wrong choice?
Right choice?
Wrong?
Right?

Six days ago, my life took a tumble.
I search a path to a day when I was younger.
The road ahead was so much longer.
Too far to even bother!
So little trouble.
What a life that was I wonder!
Recall it for days yonder!
Mais here-in came the spanner!
The works were jammed twas horrible.
Change the world.
I long so fonder.




Oh, je pense je peux abandonner mon Chinois. Mon tête tourne quand j'ecoute trop de Chinois! WTF!

Macbeth

Macbeth

Selene smiles down wanly.
Cycle after cycle her orbit never wanes.
She was so beautiful, yet she shines so faintly!
How could she compete with Apollo's fiery mane?

He brushes past her nightly embrace
And await impatiently for the sight of his mighty crown.
Oh, who cares for her dull grace,
When there is his lord's brilliant fold to be sought and found.

But like ignorant Icarus the ignoramus flew harder and harder to get higher and higher,
Eyes on heaven whilst melting wings beat;
And even as she attempted unavailing warning after unavailing warning for cycles after cycles,
Distracted he will not be from his feat.

Above the seas full of sound and fury he weeps,
Neptune gazes poignantly as another regret sinks like an anchor dropped in his realm.
Apollo has the fool in his vise-like grip,
and Selene weeps whilst he looks in vain to her even as pain overwhelms.

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Why is there that nagging feeling that I am in Apolla's wrathful grip rather than his warm embrace? Why is there the feeling that I would rather hug Dumas's works than swirl orange chemicals?

J'arrivais à mon bureau. Je doit commencer d'étudier et à lire le littérature...mais pourquoi atermoie-je?

Bien sûr, au moins, je pratique mon français. Haha...

RHCP

Forgive me, but I have just re-entered RHCP-crazed-fan stage again, after relistening to my long ignored RHCP albums.

I want to play like Flea and John...

I have a dream...

...more a resolution really. But while I was typing out new year wishes in Chinese to some friends, I realised that my Chinese is indeed horrid! I could not figure out what the words for 新年快乐and a whole lot of other well wishes are (including 发财, how inauspicious haha!). I found it ridiculous that I had to use an online translator and dictionary before I could find the right words; and it is absurb that I took 20mins to type out a message to Cel! So to add some my new year resolutions:

I shall improve the lamentable standard of my Chinese by August! Never will I have to depart with 20 precious minutes simply to type vers 30 chinese characters!

Je DOIS retourner a l'entrainement! Stupide flu!

Who doesn't want someone to hold, who knows how to loves you without being told?

C'est vrai, c'est trop vrai...

Notes to myself: Stop being so hard on yourself. You are not expected to know everything.

Oh.

Natasha St Pier est un grand chanteur! Actuellement, j'aime "Un ange frappe a ma porte" seulement, mais mais mais, je peux aimer le reste des chansons par la suite quand je les comprends!

http://www.mp3lyrics.org/AaFH http://www.mp3lyrics.org/ Un Ange Frappe à ma Porte Lyrics: Un signe, une larme, un mot, une arme, nettoyer les étoiles à l'alcool de mon âme Un vide, un mal des roses qui se fanent quelqu'un qui prend la place de quelqu'un d'autre Un ange frappe a ma porte Est-ce que je le laisse entrer Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute Si les choses sont cassées Le diable frappe a ma porte Il demande a me parler Il y a en moi toujours l'autre Attiré par le danger Un filtre, une faille, l'amour, une paille, je me noie dans un verre d'eau j'me sens mal dans ma peau Je rie je cache le vrai derrière un masque, le soleil ne va jamais se lever. Un ange frappe a ma porte Est-ce que je le laisse entrer Ce n'est pas toujours ma faute Si les choses sont cassées Le diable frappe a ma porte Il demande a me parler Il y a en moi toujours l'autre Attiré par le danger Je ne suis pas si forte que ça et la nuit je ne dors pas, tous ces rêves ça me met mal, Un enfant frappe à ma porte il laisse entrer la lumière, il a mes yeux et mon coeur, et derrière lui c'est l'enfer

J'ai lu un et un demi pièces de dissertation pour les trois jours derniers. Ce n'est pas trop mauvais! Spécialement quand je commençais avec rien de lumières avec ces!

Looking forward to writing a paper! Even seeing it published in The Singapore Science Center Journal for Primary School Students would make me happy lol!

Oh!!! ETTTTTTTTT! J'ai reçu mon Delf résultats! Et j'ai passé, et although il etait 74 seulement, considering je n'etait pas prêt, c'est pas trop tort! :D

Singapore is the land of abbreviations. Organic chem is its heaven.

In OPV , the most common donor molecules are MDMO-PPV (derivative of polyphenylene-vinylene) , P3HT (derivative of thiolyenes) and PFB (derivative of fluorine), whilst common good acceptor molecules are PCBM (soluble derivative of fullerene) and certain nanostructures like CdSe, CdS, PbSe and CuInS2. We normally use PEDOT : PSS to connect the p-type polymer to the ITO because it improves the ITO contact surface. What?!?!?!

And don't even get me started on their FULL names.

Je suis terrifié avec kimchi et la nourriture de Korea en général!