some kind of paradox

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

2:10 PM

something to look forward to
a reason to be ...
i need

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meditate: "Oommm"

Friday, April 25, 2008

10:51 PM
WOOHOO IM LIBERATED!
from the exams? nope that's not what's on my mind while typing here right now.
what's on my mind is...I NO LONGER HAVE TO ENDURE THE "VRRROOOOOMMMM" OF BUSES AFTER BUSES STOPPING AND THEN DRIVING UPSLOPE RIGHT BESIDE MY ROOM. and of course to top it off, MOTORCYCLES.


you know my room is right beside the bus stop and buses at ntu-namely 179, they come at a frequency so high you wouldnt feel any frustration when you miss a 179 when you're in a hurry. and the motorcycyles....my god dont even let me go into that. sometimes while sleeping i picture myself throwing my bolster/pillow outside the window and very accurately, hitting the unsuspecting motorcyclist zooming past. im not condemning motorcyclists on a whole, it's just those which race and speed so damn loudy when it's past midnight alr.



you probably think im just anal. (which i really am HAHA) but let me prove my point of just HOW FRIGGING LOUD it is. the main factor--> Proximity. believe me, the bus stop is really literally beside my room! i can even hear people tapping their EZLINK cards. that's just how close it is. hahaha.


proximity established. next-->it's NTU. NTU=SLOPES. there are slopes everywhere and unfortunately the bus has to travel up-slope after stopping at the bus stop. i think the drivers probably have to slam the accelerator or what to boost the power of the engines. i dont know, i dont drive but i sure do know it's loud. especially if the bus have to stop before moving upslope, more power needed right? which means louder right. hahah i dont know i dont drive. i only know it's loud.


today i slept for 12 hours. 12 hours of peaceful, air-conditioned, undisrupted sleep.
usually i'll wake in the morning in hall, i dont know why and it's always damn early in the morning. maybe it's the buses maybe it's just hall-sleep. haha.
now i understand why my parents always find houses that are not by the main roads or at higher storeys. cleaner, fresher air, more windy and most importantly, no vehicle noise pollution.
ok i know i live at the 3rd storey now, HAHA, but it's very silent here cause it's not by the main road :D and the highest storey is the 4th storey anyway.


talking about sleep, my wormie slept for 18 hours straight. no pee, no food, no water, no anything. not even a slight flicker of her eyelids. RECORD BREAKING i must say. haha. one word--> GROSS. hahahaha!!! it's impossible to sleep so long even if you're a real pig!


i wanna go bangkok and shop till i drop, rot and of course, get squeezed dry of my money. the toughest part is getting down to all the planning and stuff. rraaahhh.
need to read some storybooks also. tony parson's new book! cant wait!!


ive been craving for some drinks ever since the day before my last paper.
that's a hint to longyu & angeline..........time to party :)

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toilet roll mechanics

Sunday, April 20, 2008

9:53 PM
CASE: Sayers v Harlow UDC (1958)

The plaintiff found herself locked in a public lavatory. In trying to climb over the top of the door, she stepped on a toilet roll which "true to its mechanical requirements rotated". She fell and injured herself. The court held that the defendants were liable for the defective lock, but that the plaintiff contributed to her injury and hence her damages were reduced by 25 per cent.




hahahaha!
oh yea im studying business law now btw.

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God's lonely men

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

8:44 PM
i was reading up quite a bit on TAXI DRIVER, directed by Martin Scrosese. because i skipped countless elective lectures, missed the showing of this important movie as the prof claimed, and had no clue as to what as happening in the very very foreign elective.


Basically it's a bout this vietnam vet who got left behind by society and at the same time rejects society. There's Betty, the one he wants but cant have cause he brought her to a pornographic movie on their first date. haha. and then there's Iris, a juvenile prostitute who he can have but doesnt want. He thinks the both of them needs to be saved and he wants to save them. In his twisted mind and from the things he see every night, he thinks society is scum and wants to take things in his hand by destroying the scumbags of society. So he goes on a mission to kill some senator or what i cant remember but failed then went on to kill the pimp who controlled Iris and succeeded. He wanted to kill himself after that but failed to because he wasted too much bullets.
Surprisingly in the end, he wasnt condemned or arrested by authorities but instead celebrated as the taxi driver who killed the pimp and rescued the underaged prostitute, a hero.


Yea that's quite a lot to digest. But it's actually pretty brief alr. i left out a lot of details. But the point is....I AM SO ITCHING TO WATCH TAXI DRIVER! but i cant! because it's the exams and i really have no time for movies. hahah. no actually the point is...Travis Bickler (the male protaganist of the film) reminds me of Cho. you know that korean guy who went around campus shooting whoever he saw in the US? yar him, and he shot himself dead in the end right? yea like Travis, just that Travis failed. I think it's sad, how the rejection of such individuals by society creates a cloud of immense pressure that blurs them of their senses and makes them warped and twisted. I think they tried to fit in, tried to live life normally, like how Travis wanted to date Betty and failed because of his poor socialising skills. And the unforgiving Betty just made Travis felt more dejected and rejected by society. Cho went around shooting people because he felt the rich kids deserved to die or something like that right? Brats or whatsoever he said. I read in some random blog that Cho could be a hero if only he hadnt went around shooting any random person but instead shot those particular brats. haha.



Well in the end they both committed suicide. maybe they realised what they did so violently was a mere act of vengeance at its most tragic and gross form and not heroism in their then twisted mind. Shameful? Was their vivd memory of their terrorism too much to handle? if i were Cho, i would kill myself too. haha.



ok a very incomplete train of thoughts of mine but i really gotta go because i have yet to start on my very very very dear Financial Management.
and ya, the craving to watch Taxi Driver is still one of the POINT.
hahaha
bye!

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