Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Getting soft


I was scrolling through my blog posts and I realized a worrying progression in the matters that I blog about.

They're all getting quite emo, opening my deepest thoughts up, closing in on the very matter of my soul. OK lah maybe not so drama, but you get the point.

Weird thing is I never used to be like that. To be, err... vulnerable to others...esp on such a public place. Maybe its the insane amount of sappy mushy ballads that I've been feeding my system these days. This blog is getting unacceptably err *insert whatever word you think is right*.

So from now on all I'll blog about is nonsense stuff and the occasional Jessica Alba.

Jessicaaaa!!!

*melts in happiness*

Sunday, February 25, 2007

*nosebleed*


Jessica Alba. Me *hearts* you.

Hmm. I think spring is here.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Odd&Ends

Once upon a time I used to (and nowadays occasionally, when I can summon enough willpower to move my bum) love taking pictures, studying other photographers work and see how they take good pictures, talk to others, experiment with different angles and perspectives in my quest to be a decent photographer.

Until my camera woke up one day and decided it won't ever wake up again. -_-

But a few days back, Zhi Xin, a junior of mine in uni whom I've become acquainted with not too long ago introduced me to his blog, Odds&Ends. People like these are the ones that inspire the "photographer" part of me.

Unfortunately, I still have no camera on me, except for my Sony Ericsson mobile which doesn't really work to well as a proper camera.

And more crucially, two untouched assignments due in this Friday, plus an FYP deadline in less than 3 weeks time.

Month of death, bring it on.

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Flu is getting better. Hurrah!!!!

And I'll be off tomorrow to Putney to watch this blues rock band called the Hamsters.
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And as for the meaning of life thing, screw it. There's no fulfillment in this life. And there never will be.

[edit: after thinking through again, yes, there is fulfillment in this life (what was i thinking earlier? probably not thinking at all -_-), but that's a subject for another day =) ]

But nonetheless, while I still have breath in me, I'm gonna live it as well as I can. And look forward to the day when I'm called home from this endless striving.

p.s. To those who are interested in reading the (partially completed) series that I posted a few weeks back, its actually the book of Ecclesiastes from the Bible. The full book can be read here. Its worth the read.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

MC

Ughh. I is dying of flu.

*sniff*

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Obligatory Valentines Day Post

My housemate just asked me with a cynical/sacarstic look, "So where are you going out to tonight?"

"Err. No where. Why?"

"Its Valentines Day! How can you stay at home?"

"Err. Oh. Why not?"

Well does it count if I love Eddie Van Halen and I'm dating him tonight -sort of- by looping the song Panama over and over again? ^ ^

Spent the afternoon chatting on skype with long lost brother for some time. 2 hours plus to be exact. Up to now, I'm still wondering what amount of rubbish we were talking about that lasted so long. And from that I "discovered" Eddie Van Halen's stuff today - which made me break my vow to do now shopping on amazon and ended up buying another CD.

BROKE LAH BROKE!!!!

And my flu won't leave me. *sniff sniff*

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On other fronts, I've snapped out of my-search-for-the-meaning-of-life phase, because I've found the answers I'm looking for =) Hurrah! -one weekend in the middle of nowhere does wonders.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

I now know...

That without God, there can be no meaning in life. I now know that deep down in my gut, and not just my head.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Toil is Meaningless

For an orderly and... blah u get the idea. Scroll down to the earlier posts.

So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me. And who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have control over all the work which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless. So my heart began to despair over all my toilsome labour under the sun. For a man may do his work with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then he must leave all he owns to someone who has not worked for it. This too is meaningless and great misfortune. What does a man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labours under the sun? All his days his work is pain and grief; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is meaningless.
A man can do nothing better that to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment? To the man who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness, but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and storing up wealth to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.