Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Failed

I failed Driving. BOOHOO

Sunday, October 21, 2007

D-Day

This is it folks!

its THE DAY. haha. Quite scared really, i am.

More updates

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

No worries

I just remembered, I wanted to update my readers on something.

Ever since Miroris, I have not worried. I think I have put on weight, and that's a good thing, because I'm happy. Worry really does eat away at the bones, as a very wise man said in Proverbs.

I think something my budz said was stunningly accurate. When you stop thinking that you can't live without something, you stop worrying you will lose it, and in so, you keep what you want.

Driving test approaches...

I am really looking forward to my driving test. This is in no way an indication of how confident I am, because I can assure you, I'm not one bit confident. I still make silly mistakes once in a while, like lifting up the clutch too early and making the car jerk, or moving off too slowly at traffic light junctions. I still get nervous and sweaty whenever I have to make a U turn or a right turn at a complicated junction.

It was only when I started driving as an 'L' plate learner, that I began to appreciate the difficulties a driver has. I still find it amazing, the amount of coordination that is going on, between signals, motorists, and within the driver himself, between his brain and limbs. I find it miraculous that:

- when the light turns amber or red, everyone steps on the brake pedal and slows down.

- thousands of fast speed vehicles safely changing lanes at any one time on the roads.

I can't wait for the driving test experience! I may not pass. But still I think its exciting. And for the kind well-wishers out there, its on 22nd October, thats next next monday. Keep me in your prayer, do. I'll be grateful!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

melancholy

The boy is sad, and so I am.

It's not the same as the boy is sad, and so am I.

You get my drift?

Sunday, September 23, 2007

An economic perspective...

Let there be 2 goods. Time spent alone and time spent with you.

Let there be 2 agents. Me and you.

Is it possible to find a Pareto efficient outcome that will make both of us happy? Who would the results skew to?

We want to max our utilty subject to the time constraint.

max u(time alone, time spent wth you) s.t. t = 24 x 7

The question remains. What does our individual utility function look like?

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Happily ever after

There is something about happily ever after endings that isn't quite complete. There are people who believe in it, and there are those who think that it is a fiasco. I am straddling between the two.

I just realized that Ralph Fiennes is an extremely versatile actor, and he now makes my list of favourite actors of all time. Somehow, watching him portray the role of Marshall in "Maid in Manhatten" redefines the meaning of happily ever after. I don't know why, but even up to now. I still get a thrill up my spine whenever I watch a "happily ever after"ending, and I would remain dazed for quite some moments before I revert back to my, not so happily ever after life, by Hollywood's standard, of course.

When we discover more of a person, does it make us love him/her more, or less? Depends on what we see, doesn't it? But sometimes, mystique is such a powerful aphrodisiac.

Some of us like to think that we are past the stage of exciting love rapture, and sweet talk, and have somewhat graduated to a more mature and less showy love, thinking that it gives us the license to laugh and scorn at love-raptured notes of adoration, or to view such intense romance with cynicism.

Oh, they will get over it one day. Wait till the fights start kicking in.

Then we wonder why our lives are so empty and devoid of excitement, or why our feelings have faded away.

I attended Zhou Ming's wedding yesterday, and encountered once again that powerful passage in 1 Corinthians 13. And I wrote down my thoughts on the bus home today.

The Bible says love is patient, love is kind, love is not self seeking. It doesn't ever say that love is exciting. Is it really possible to love another human being so ideally? It doesn't seem humanly possible, because human nature is just simply unlovable. Only with God's love can we love so unconditionally and selflessly. Yet this love is deemed weak in a dog-eat-dog world. Which bugger can really keep no record of wrongs? Only those with Alzheimer's! But I think God didn't paint this perfect picture of love to make us despair, but rather to give us a blueprint of the kind of love that we are all searching for.





Wednesday, September 5, 2007

the new sem

I have mixed feelings about this semester. There are ups and downs. Of course, I am still thankful for the PGP rooms, makes life alot easier. But the workload this semester is quite overwhelming, in terms of the content that we have to internalize.

Thats it for now. I'm tired. Now the boy just wrote a funny passage about my chin. But i am embarassed to post it. Those closer to us should know what I mean by that.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Hostel waiting list -- Successful!!!

Dear Readers,

I know I've gone on a hiatus for quite a while, and that's because i have been mulling and fretting about my hostel application via waiting list. and GUESS WHAT! the boy and I both got rooms! hahaha.. He got TYPE A, while I got TYPE C room.

It was quite an adrenaline-filled and nerve wrecking process. The boy was smart enough to begin applying at 11:59 while hitting the SUBMIT button at 12 midnight sharp. His application clocked in 00:00:23. On the 23rd second. Me, however? I began logging in at 12 midnight, and... needless to say, of course the server response was slow, given the hundreds of undergrads logging in at the same time. My application was clocked, I believe, between 12:03am and 12:04am.

Little wonder, that the boy got allocated his room a whole 24 hours before me, which sent me into a silenced frenzy for the day. And today on the 23rd of August, I got it too!

God blessed us! Thank YOU.....

More updates from PGP soon!

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Gone Cold

The altar is cold, and barren against the touch
Warm wine poured forth into silver goblets
Drunk by silhouettes, murmuring.
They come and they leave,
Circulating like the warm wine in the body
That gradually turns
Cold.

The keyboards sing a praise
A resounding cymbal
Clap your hands, all ye instruments
They compliment the bassist with the brilliant
walking bass line,
and listen to the 16-beat roll of the drums.

Weekly, they pass like shadows
From the noonday sun,
The same handshakes, the same smiles
The same greetings,
Hows your baby doing?

We do not have ears, we cannot hear.
Vengeance is mine, I will repay.
Sounds the great and terrible Voice
And even the pews tremble.

W.J.H