stifle verb 1. prevent someone from breathing freely. 2. smother or suppress.

inertia /i-ner-shuh/ noun 1. lack of desire or ability to move or change. 2. (Physics) a property of matter by which it continues in its existing state of rest or continues moving in a straight line, unless changed by an external force.

Nothing, absolutely nothing can be born out of self-pity and laziness.

I pity myself too much.
I suffer from too, too, TOOO much inertia.
And alas, I seem to blame others more than myself.

But when I look around and wonder -- I'm sorry, what was I looking for again?

"This is your life, and it's happening right this moment. It is not going to wait for you to stand up again." I need to stand up on my feet again. But how? Where am I headed? And they say, when one door closes, another opens. But some doors are just harder to find. Was it not meant to be?

I listen to Corrinne May - and her devotion to Christ. Somehow I admire her complete devotion to God, but that is not me; I can't do that. I cannot look up to the sky and see an answer; I cannot listen to the silence and hear Him speak.

But, heh, how nice would that be?


My craving for peace within only causes uproars of unrest.
My desire for my passion only disappoints me.
My motivation to do some good only leads to more, and more inertia.

It is this velocity, yet this stagnation.
This physical conflict that you cannot close your fingers on.
This restlessness yet no where to go.
This need to up and leave, yet your feet are completely grounded.

And, this desire for the beauty of words, that leads to the inability to express.

There is a point in a whirlwind that is motionless.

You might find me there.

"The river runs and the river hides
Out to the ocean and under the sky
I promise you, the answer will come
Hold on to patience and watch for the sign
Everything in its time."
-Corrinne May, Everything In Its Time



http://corrinnemay.com

Well, the way to confuse a naughty eskimo.

Ask him to sit at the corner of an igloo.

PFFT.

At last
My love has come along
My lonely days over
And life is like a song

At last
The skies above are blue
Well my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you I found a dream
That I could speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known well

You smile
You smile
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last

At Last.



Listen to the song "At Last".

And please, someone tell me. WHY. WHY are there so many people out there unhappy about the degree they are doing? WHY? Why dont they choose something they enjoy? And if they did, they should seriously consider shutting their fat traps, and be content.

At this, I want to throw up on probability, hypothesis testing, and confidence intervals. I have this HUGE desire to FAIL EVERYTHING. And just sit at home and not do anything.


One day, I woke up and I could not find it anymore.

How do you confuse a naughty eskimo?

How much I would give up to do Theatre Studies is something you can never measure.

"Barring interplanetary trade, the world economy is a closed economy."

"An assumption need not be realistic to be useful."

"Remember, Earth is a closed economy."

Ahh. Gems from the textbook. God I hate it.

"And how many hours a day did you do lessons?" said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject.

"Ten hours the first day," said the Mock Turtle: "nine the next, and so on."

"What a curious plan!" exclaimed Alice.

"That's the reason they're called lessons," the Gryphon remarked: "because they lessen from day to day."

So there. The title of my entry.

To be honest, I put this blog on private for a couple of days...and well, invited no one to read it. I wanted to delete it, but was too attached to my old posts. So yea. Private. Was hoping somebody will ask about this. And since Miss Tan (finally) asked, and suggested to blog about her, there. In all her glory. RACHEL TAN SHU XIAN.

Since I don't quite have much to say. I shall post pictures from our recent Europe trip. :D


Amsterdam, baby. Food out of the wall. I mean it. We were so addicted to these stuff man. Plus they were CHEAP. CHIP CHIP HOR CHIP.






Again, Rachel in glory her sai glory.


Brussels. woooo...chooccooollattteeee....hmmm.


QUACKLINGS!!!


People of the world: THIS is where Time Begins...

That's the tagline of Greenwich my friends. THE LINE that determines time. (And somewhere along those lines there's a little word Singapore. AWWW.)






WHEE!!! THERE'S A CHERRY BLOSSOM PETAL ON YOUR FACEEE!!!!