here i am with my eyes on Trump and The Mismeasure of Man, the others are either sitting through papers or printing pages of books onto their faces. i too have 2 more to go but they only make quality topics in the near future.

this holiday, i'll engage myself in intellectual stimulation. i've been missing out a lot.

to prevent a nuclear war, the best is doing nothing (to stop the development of nuclear weapons). this well summarizes the best-est thing i've heard thus far.

you know what, i love econs.

a brilliant mind plays with a brilliant mind. i'll handle john nash later when the sun shines brilliantly in the morning again. the beautiful mind re-ran at the most brilliant time.

um, i was defeated by pacman. it didnt hurt a bit. i played my best to each of pacman's potential strategies. brilliant, i'm waiting. it's either a 's' or an 'u'. i've drafted my moves. once equilibrium is reached, neither of us has an incentive to deviate.

it is professional suicide to be ever-emotionally entangled with an already s/u-ed GEM when the bed calls. hell lot of crap, i say. tomorrow i'd be spending 2 hours crafting crap. i'm praying hard; hopfeully the "online-dating" and "youtubing" help somehow. -fingers crossed-

if i get a cap above 4 this time round, i can walk around with a tag that reads genius. getting what i dont deserve always put me down but books and i dont click as much as practical theories do. so i'd better carry on my act to make the rest of them feel better.

sure, i am mugging! what a joke.

bonjour choc chip loaf for supper. now thats a paradox.

the wind ruffled the pages, and drowned the book with tea in milk.
been ages i seen eskimos; still have the looks
that kill.
eaters of raw meat it read. thought i, have they not seen fire, or the acorns of stubby oak trees? and i flipped on with my pudgy fingers. page 386. 20 more to go.

pity the music no one listens to anymore.
whats 13 more days to go.

to justify the hunt down on dolphins; their stand is, what is right or wrong to feed on should not be factored by the size of the brain.

now if their stand holds, are we a day closer to human-eat-human? but then again, just so because those that run on four legs have pea-sized brains we are justified to eat them? who decides?

i'm not a bluevoice activist, neither am i for dolphin slaughter. my point is, their stand is something to think over.

kick the baywindow. feel the upbeat.
off goes the colors. back to rock and roll.

i will do nothing to stop my blog from going on a diet.

reading week they make you read. 'leisurely' they say, but this time, it's an adverb far too inappropriate.

i'm not bothered about exams. same goes for the outcome of that one seating. i'm more concerned with how much i know, or rather, not know. if the sun has to set on me now, for all i know i still have a lifetime to learn whatever i have to the moment the light comes on again.

side note. i've decided to believe in LC-A+. there's a month for me to earn that sum back.

all the best people!

i still find it hard to convince myself that this cheap plastic thing is good. 100 odd is a huge sum if it turns out to be a piece of shit. anyone owns this toy?

forgive me liver! hold on liver!

van must have fell asleep again at her desk.
-looks at time-
tsk. i'm done with translating [video for cs project] and she's still not responding to my nudges.
psst. she slept for 2 hours and counting..

the babies are almost done with fighting with giants O and A. those were the days we fought so hard to live just for a taste of today. and today, we continue to fight, not giants but ugly witches and wizards.
giants are just brainless, clumsy, deformed beings who win us only in size; witches and wizards are wickedly witty.

the game is played in the same old way: you still have 80% control over the outcome of the game.



but i didnt make use of that, did you?

no?

loads of luck then.

i want it up here. i want my hair cut. short.

maybe no stress is too much to handle if you take on boldly the stranger in yourself. why let self expectations kill when you only have 50 years to live.




















'cause i survived the long day and entertained the mass audience at my last presentation of the semester.

crippled van broke her heels
staggered down the clementi hill
when none at all in the streets appeal
mister clown from c k greets all hail!



















no. not crystal jade. not ding tai fung. guess it right i will treat you to lunch another time.
miss x, give it a shot!















































hello all-satisfied pigs. with me around, it's not at all surprising that all we do is e-a-t. watch your shape you two!

we still have our blank cultural studies project blog out there and i'm flooding my own with what should be well, up there.

look at the sign
then
look at the boy












yay and happy pasah malam. is that how you spell it?

The only reason why i haven't been writing is because i stopped thinking in words. Maybe you'd find this explanation ridiculous so if you have to, go ahead. Laugh.

In 6 weeks time, hopefully i would be fine by then thinking in words once again, not in pictures, when the essays and reports queue up to make love with the shredder. <--- you sure you aint hoping that i'm drafting my thoughts in picture instead, hur?

now, enough of conflict.

about the things i like doing; 与其怪别人，倒不如想一想是否自己放弃了自己。
giving up the latter for the first

that sums up today. now hit the books.

50 cents goes to the good deeds bank tonight

saw 3, anyone?

dont ask me whats with the flowers lately.
this one is for grandpa.

He has the whole world; the world has him
My lonely King