Saturday, March 26, 2005
People say that i have low self-esteem and a detrimental view of myself.
Well...
Try living under the same roof (not TH's) with a supermodel and an immortal for 20 years.
And you'll get what i mean.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Photolog (as requested)
Hey fyee, there you go. i've managed to take some pictures of the hall i'm staying in with the Nikon D70 from my photocomm and other miscellaneous photos i took using my less competent webcam.
My humble abode. Pardon the apparent mess on the desk (or lack thereof). It's exam time (which also means i'm not mugging yet). The artsy thing on the wall above my bed is a mesh of our ever pleasant free kwik-e cards!
View of the corridor outside my room. Haven't taken down the hanging crepe paper we've put up for valentine's.
View outside my window. The building on the right is the dorsal view of the communal hall where 'food' is served.
A few members of our a cappella group Resonance chilling out at Munchie Monkeys after a gig on Valentine's Day, which explains why we're all wearing red and me holding a rose. (psst...and he's holding up a serviette scrolled "Single and Available", just in case you gals are interested :)
It's a hard knock life at TH. Level mates and i, messing around at 4am in the morning. After that, despite the fatigue, we still couldn't sleep.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
The Long and Short of LDRs
Firstly, let me apoplogise for my rugged blog-updating pace and of course, my rugged good looks. Haha. In fact, i rarely even have time to revise my work since i've been spending way too much time acappella-ing, sleeping and MSNGaming. So, my dear readers (especially those who are still hanging on despite the blog-draught and freaking hot weather) thank you. Oh, and do drink lots of water. I hate to see our m'sians dying of dehydration and blaming the s'poreans for stealing all their precious water.
News flash : Long distance relationship sucks, big time. For those of you who have yet to go through LDRs, don't even go near (or far) them. Stay put. Duck and cover from the unis and colleges who perpetuate overseas learning. Stick to each other like UHU. Hang on to each other for dear life. For, LDR is a big bad monster who's out and about to capture your loved ones and hurling them to a land far far away and leaving you here to rot.
Ok, i'm exaggerating. It's not that bad. It's not even three-quarts as bad. But, when you come to a point where you cringe at every sight of affectionate couples on the streets or stare blankly at the MSN msger window at 3.30am in the morning thinking that he's gonna come online aaaaaany minute now, it's time to get a life. And it's then that you realise that LDR has crept up and hit you in face. But come to think about it, aren't we asking a little too much? Come to think of it, LDR technically applies only to some poor 1890s Laura whose John Smith is out there saving the British empire and she only gets to hear from him after five months apart through a telegram consisting of a mere five words. If she's one of the lucky few, it would be "Tell Laura I Love Her". Or else, "Oh God Save the Queen". Therefore, who are we, people of the cyber age, of the supposedly borderless world, to complain about LDR?
However, no matter how much people deem that it's not all that bad, or one year is simply just twelve short months, maintaining an LDR is unbelievably hard. Insecurity, frustration and confusion inevitably creeps in. And i think, feeling this way is somewhat unfair for the person on the other (or this?) end of the relationship because he/she will never really know. Imagine being lulled into a false sense of security, oblivious to what is happening because what you eventually know, is hearsay, even from the horse's mouth and never getting the whole story you bargained for. But on the contrary, it's also impossible to want to know everything because sue ann will then be both paranoid and obsessive. And, of course, the crazy monkey who wouldn't let go of the coconut. So you see, how impossible it is a strike a balance between holding on and letting go. It's an art, i tell you and they'd better award me a MA at the end of these 2 years or more.
Besides the depressing stuff and weather, life in hall is pretty placid peppered with occassional romps with the girls with the webcam. Lectures are interesting and the field trips and the weekly visits to the anatomy dissection hall are *kisses fingers* magnifique. Finals creeping up realsoon. So, thankfully, will have less time to think about Chip. Sigh....great.
