8.02.2003

 

[dem tings]

there's really been nothing remotely worth blogging about these past few weeks - but mingy sums up my emotions, correct as of now, best -

whatever Music blasting through the headphones. I'm still the same. Loud music never affects my sleep. I do not know. I feel that its really like back to my JC days. The tired and busy. No matter how much I change, i'm still the old me. Its just so easy to revert back. But its ok to be.

there comes a point when you don't really know what you're doing with your life - no aims, no objectives, no things to look forward to, just aimless hedonism. if it doesnt land me in trouble with my boss(es) it sure will land me in hot soup by this time next year if i cant snap out of it - the dreaded extended-holiday attitude spilling over into uni (horrors!)

some very rational part of me says dont sweat the small stuff. the human brain has an uncanny ability to focus all your worrying (read: time and energy) on whatever seems like it's so earth-shattering it'll mar the rest of your life if you dont do it right - stuff like the PSLE, Os, common test, prelims, As.. but on hindsight they really arent that impt. where you get your degree from isnt as important as the process; what techniques you learn in the lab arent as important as the ideas, the grounding and the spirited defence of your ideas to your peers since techniques come and go. try as i may i cant shake it off. maybe this has to do with our wonderful education system? but then that would just be shifting the blame. sometimes i wonder if the new straight-through (secondary to jc direct, bypassing Os) system works out better for everybody in general. (dont expect me to substantiate this, though. havent thought enuf about it)

Grand Theft Auto 3 OST (Head Radio) - If You Dont Change

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Forgive me, but I didn't do anything wrong.
So sue me, if you think the teacher had the life.
Forget me, if you don't think your friend is your enemy.
Because it's always been your innocence.

You sit, you shy, you withstood it.
You censor your life for your benefit.
But you lose all the taste.
And you sit there and waste.
Your day, your month, your year.

Nothing stays, they pass you by.
If you don't change, If you don't change.

Tell me, will you always be the same.
Oh maybe, kick yourself and play the game.
You ask me, what it is youre doing wrong.
You hesitate, you stand there and you should know.

(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)

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now listening to reggae - Chris Goldfinger on [BBC] Radio 1. it's all about dem tings...

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