argh.. it's 9 days to submission or something, but got a stupid building services project to do.. so terribly annoying, it's like i thought we split the work up before, did all the bloody research and now i'm suppoesd to do something else? like what's the point of wasting my time doing the research then do some other shit part of the project. hai.
staying in school during this period of time, hope i don't become frazzled, but i think i am gg to anyway. whatever. X( luckily norm's sweet enough to let me bunk in with him, otherwise, dunno lah, prob resemble the wicked witch of the west on the day of submission.
anyway found this website in the year 1 studio toilet, some game forum thing, where pple just gather to play silly little games, called Eden II or something. got weird little characters and an annoying time keeper, it's like it starts with this cute little star, then there's a cannon at the other end, keeps shooting the star, and it morphs into something horrid and starts moving faster and faster, turning purple then to red.. and then! it finally explodes! it's terribly distracting and annoying i tell u. k anyway gg to do work now, draw draw draw... sigh
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
sting
shape of my heart - sting
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape of my heart
Fields of Gold - Sting
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her loveFor to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in the fields of gold
We’ll walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape of my heart
Fields of Gold - Sting
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her loveFor to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in the fields of gold
We’ll walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
finally
finally finished my stupid 2000 word essay/argument on Balinese architecture. But it's pure crap.. hai..
anyway feel that i've got a huge load off my back, though there's still urban design and studio design to do.. but at least i feel happy doing it..
ever slept an hour, do work in another, and the cycle repeats itself? tell u it's crazy man..
anyway time to wash up now, feel like i got dipped in oil..
where's norman??? :'(
anyway feel that i've got a huge load off my back, though there's still urban design and studio design to do.. but at least i feel happy doing it..
ever slept an hour, do work in another, and the cycle repeats itself? tell u it's crazy man..
anyway time to wash up now, feel like i got dipped in oil..
where's norman??? :'(
Sunday, March 20, 2005
chinatown
it's a place full of kitschy tourist souveniers, that's the part of chinatown most people see.
it's lost its flavour, only left to those who remember it.
yet some of it still remains, only to the locals who know it
wish i'd seen this place more when i was young,
change is constant, yet memories fade away
it's lost its flavour, only left to those who remember it.
yet some of it still remains, only to the locals who know it
wish i'd seen this place more when i was young,
change is constant, yet memories fade away
Saturday, March 19, 2005
yuks
surrounded by couples to my 12, 1, 3, 9, 10 o'clock on my way back home in the train. how utterly repulsive. spare me.
professions
drifting and confusion are not good things.
u'd wish we've some time together, but that's not meant to be.
if i'd control to turn back time, perhaps, i'd not be in this shit hole, living under a table by now.
perhaps i'd not have such insecurities abt a runaway girl, without the least care in the world
maniac deadlines do not help anything.
not knowing what sch's abt does not make things better.
what's this that's part philosophy, part finger-cutting, back-breaking labour, part design, part confusion abt?
people become friends, yes, but there's a fine line where competition lies. is it not?
escapism and idealism continue to be my main priority, though 'teh' has helped me a bit.
maybe i should wallow back in depression like not so long ago,
numb to all cares in the world, blaming everyone for everything,
this multi-layered confessions create a huge load on my back,
hunching me by the minute,
insecurities, more importantly, over-active pessimistic imagination are out to kill me.
what's more, there's no one to talk to, just cos there's no time
i see my friends more than i see u, the converse also true.
miscommunication, misunderstanding, 'mis-knowledge' are all mistresses of u and i
barriers that are seemingly impenetrable despite the long passage of time
i wish i could do what i really love
trapped in this system, i become another statistic, becoming only a thinking person,
apathy notwithstanding.
i'd have run away long ago, but with u i held on
but now i feel like running again, but i can't.
i join the rat race, each man his own,
but i can't stand such individualism
i need help
don't know where to look for it,
i don't think it's in u either. i don't know, prove me wrong
i don't express how i feel about u, except maybe only when i'm upset.
i wish the river could flow outside, but i tell myself not to
'u don't know me and i don't know u'.
that's been repeated over and over again
don't wish that to happen, don't know why it's happening.
just wish to break free from everything in the world.
just a simple slice would do
a shot of pain, blackness and delirium and a sudden peace.
u'd wish we've some time together, but that's not meant to be.
if i'd control to turn back time, perhaps, i'd not be in this shit hole, living under a table by now.
perhaps i'd not have such insecurities abt a runaway girl, without the least care in the world
maniac deadlines do not help anything.
not knowing what sch's abt does not make things better.
what's this that's part philosophy, part finger-cutting, back-breaking labour, part design, part confusion abt?
people become friends, yes, but there's a fine line where competition lies. is it not?
escapism and idealism continue to be my main priority, though 'teh' has helped me a bit.
maybe i should wallow back in depression like not so long ago,
numb to all cares in the world, blaming everyone for everything,
this multi-layered confessions create a huge load on my back,
hunching me by the minute,
insecurities, more importantly, over-active pessimistic imagination are out to kill me.
what's more, there's no one to talk to, just cos there's no time
i see my friends more than i see u, the converse also true.
miscommunication, misunderstanding, 'mis-knowledge' are all mistresses of u and i
barriers that are seemingly impenetrable despite the long passage of time
i wish i could do what i really love
trapped in this system, i become another statistic, becoming only a thinking person,
apathy notwithstanding.
i'd have run away long ago, but with u i held on
but now i feel like running again, but i can't.
i join the rat race, each man his own,
but i can't stand such individualism
i need help
don't know where to look for it,
i don't think it's in u either. i don't know, prove me wrong
i don't express how i feel about u, except maybe only when i'm upset.
i wish the river could flow outside, but i tell myself not to
'u don't know me and i don't know u'.
that's been repeated over and over again
don't wish that to happen, don't know why it's happening.
just wish to break free from everything in the world.
just a simple slice would do
a shot of pain, blackness and delirium and a sudden peace.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
bleargh
ok.. i finally have some time to blog. wtf. work work work. just work shit eat sleep. and i can't even get to do much of the last activity. last night was absolutely crazy.. was doing my Urban Design a3 panel and only finished it at 4am. (it's ok lah.. cos it's just cut and paste and rearranging things nicely).. then after that i had an online quiz to do! which i haven't studied. anyway through some freaking loophole i managed to discuss with mien mien.. hehehe.. and we finished at 630!! goodness.. for those who know me.. this is an ultimate achievement. not only that, i had lessons at 1030 in the freaking morn, and it takes 1.5 hrs for me to get to sch. blardee. anyway i was late, reached the lecture theatre at 1055 hrs.. and the stupid lecture ended at 1105!!!! more blardee hell.
anyway i only slept like 2.5 hrs, and feel like ultimate shit now, shoulders aching, floor's almost spinning, and to top it off, there's still a site visit to go to. and we have absolutely no idea what the site visit is for/about. wtf. what a great No Use School. anyway yes i'm in sch now, chatting with sis.. who's in melbourne.
anyway previous two weeks or so had been pretty rough, Norm and I were gg through a bumpy patch in our relationship, so i was constantly crying, we were constantly having cold wars. damn hard. never want it to happen again. but it's just that i think my mind is the most dark and weird thing in the world, i can imagine real morbid things happening, or like when i'm alone working into the night in the living room and i can imagine weird creatures coming up behind me, with huge bulging eyes and crazy teeth saying "hello! yes i am real!!" walan eh. it's damn shitty. anyway i dun feel as if i'm blogging properly, just stating some random thoughts. how's life like if u keep thinking of people close to u dying, getting into accidents, so on and so forth, it's extremely morbid, grotesque and what have u. damn. i should go see a psychologist or something. must be all those Haw Par Villa trips i had to endure when i was young, with all the 18 levels of hell and what not, pple getting boiled in oil, having their tongues cut off, when u're exposed to such things from a young age, how can ur bloody life turn out right in the future??!@!@!@# and to top it off, as i have mentioned previously, i have just the wildest imagination that it's rather abnormal.
k anyway whatever. i am gg berserk from the lack of sleep now, and there's still design to do. think i'll be absolutely cranky tomorrow. gtg walk around Outram park now. damn. what the hell is there to see!!!!! stoopid. bah.
byebye~
cheryl
anyway i only slept like 2.5 hrs, and feel like ultimate shit now, shoulders aching, floor's almost spinning, and to top it off, there's still a site visit to go to. and we have absolutely no idea what the site visit is for/about. wtf. what a great No Use School. anyway yes i'm in sch now, chatting with sis.. who's in melbourne.
anyway previous two weeks or so had been pretty rough, Norm and I were gg through a bumpy patch in our relationship, so i was constantly crying, we were constantly having cold wars. damn hard. never want it to happen again. but it's just that i think my mind is the most dark and weird thing in the world, i can imagine real morbid things happening, or like when i'm alone working into the night in the living room and i can imagine weird creatures coming up behind me, with huge bulging eyes and crazy teeth saying "hello! yes i am real!!" walan eh. it's damn shitty. anyway i dun feel as if i'm blogging properly, just stating some random thoughts. how's life like if u keep thinking of people close to u dying, getting into accidents, so on and so forth, it's extremely morbid, grotesque and what have u. damn. i should go see a psychologist or something. must be all those Haw Par Villa trips i had to endure when i was young, with all the 18 levels of hell and what not, pple getting boiled in oil, having their tongues cut off, when u're exposed to such things from a young age, how can ur bloody life turn out right in the future??!@!@!@# and to top it off, as i have mentioned previously, i have just the wildest imagination that it's rather abnormal.
k anyway whatever. i am gg berserk from the lack of sleep now, and there's still design to do. think i'll be absolutely cranky tomorrow. gtg walk around Outram park now. damn. what the hell is there to see!!!!! stoopid. bah.
byebye~
cheryl
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)