what the hell? I've written 44 posts already? I must be damn angsty/ random/ bored/ emo. And if you are still reading, you must be pretty bored/ random/ angsty/ emo too. Actually 45 now.
I ask myself sometimes, who the hell would read my blog? If I knew a strange retard by the name of Ruth who lives a wacky crazy life and stops occasionally to unleash her randomness into cyberspace I wouldn't read her blog! In fact, I think I will disable internet in my home just to avoid being infected by her sheer retardedness. Oh yes guys, I did call myself retarded. xD
Ah well, I was taking a think to who'd read this thing and I came back with:
1) Shaowei
2) Nick
3) Myself
4) 1 or 2 bored people
So, I decided to do something for the people who read my blog, wherever you are. Not because it means that much to me that you engage in the self-torture of reading my ramblings, and, because I don't know who you are, I can't say you mean a lot to me personally. I guess its because either you're my friends or my stalker, you spared some time for my ramblings, I'll spare some time for you.
Yeah so, if you are one of my lucky readers, you will get treated to RUTH'S LAME JOKES :D:D:D
(meanwhile, I thought of these during cny celebs xD)
1) You put a newborn kid and his grandma at opposite ends of the same room. They stay seated and they don't say hi. Why?
Because they can't form a standing wave: They are on different wavelengths.
2) You put a pair of 6-year olds in a small room and they argue. Why aren't there regions of constructive and destructive interference?
Because they aren't coherent sources.
Are you laughing? I bet you are. If you aren't you're either slow, sad or not a physics student. Too bad, Bio is mugger, I never understood humanities and everyone in the middle is just weird.
Anyway, no, I'm kidding thats not the reward for being my readers. If you read my blog, you can ask a favor of me this week. And just this week (that's 3 days btw). Alright?
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Simply Difficult can be the Simple Difficulty
Why am I not asleep yet?
Ah well, I realised a lot of lame people don't get my msn nick huh. Slow people, shows how long you spend glancing at a row of text. Ok that was random.
Besides that, TSD is driving me mad now, I can deal with staying back everyday till 10, I can deal with sewing every minute of everyday, I can memorise lines as Chester's mom, I can even deal with running the Hedda Gabler duologue on loop for a day straight, but what I cannot deal with is the sinking feeling that you are stuck in something that you aren't good enough for.
Its really scary to go in as an innocent s06 student who is everything but artsy, attempting so many things you never tried. I mean, do I look like I can do makeup? My HOUSE doesn't even have any makeup in it (including my mum and sis. beat that.) Do I look like i can act? Or script? Or...aiya, dammit I'm emoing wth.
Some of it is fun, but when assessment draws near, you kinda understand why everyone prefers not to be tested in things that they do "for fun" or things that they "try out" and rather scuttle toward some safety blanket of a subject.
But of course, no matter what TSD does to me, it still pwns Econs. Duh.
Ah well, I realised a lot of lame people don't get my msn nick huh. Slow people, shows how long you spend glancing at a row of text. Ok that was random.
Besides that, TSD is driving me mad now, I can deal with staying back everyday till 10, I can deal with sewing every minute of everyday, I can memorise lines as Chester's mom, I can even deal with running the Hedda Gabler duologue on loop for a day straight, but what I cannot deal with is the sinking feeling that you are stuck in something that you aren't good enough for.
Its really scary to go in as an innocent s06 student who is everything but artsy, attempting so many things you never tried. I mean, do I look like I can do makeup? My HOUSE doesn't even have any makeup in it (including my mum and sis. beat that.) Do I look like i can act? Or script? Or...aiya, dammit I'm emoing wth.
Some of it is fun, but when assessment draws near, you kinda understand why everyone prefers not to be tested in things that they do "for fun" or things that they "try out" and rather scuttle toward some safety blanket of a subject.
But of course, no matter what TSD does to me, it still pwns Econs. Duh.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
I realise I haven't posted for a while. Then again, not much diff since no one seems to read this, I mean, you gotta be pretty insane to be listening to me for an extended amount of time.
I realised there are problems in sleeping in the same room as your sister, I mean, I can live without privacy, I can leave being banished to the toilet when people call me, I can even live with her dumping her stuff everywhere and anywhere in my room. But yesterday I learnt a painful lesson in ceding to your sisters "afraid to sleep alone" whims.
In the middle of a rare night of sleep that lasted longer than 4 hours, I fell into the crack between the two beds. Trying to stay in the dream that I was in I flopped around, trying to extricate myself from that crevice. Guess what happened? Oh yes, the beds split and I landed on the floor in a thump.
Thats when I decided that I dreamily got up and shoved the bed back and tried to flop back to sleep. But then, I tasted something funny and realised I had sliced my lip in 2 spots using the sharp premolars I have. Oh yes, it was bleeding like mad and there were spots of blood on my pajamas where I tried to find out why my spit was darker than normal.
Thats when I finally gave up staying in the same dream, got myself up and washed the blood away.
What a waste of a good dream, especially since I spent the entire of the next day getting teased by my mum that my lip swelled to look like Angelina Jolie. Wth.
I realised there are problems in sleeping in the same room as your sister, I mean, I can live without privacy, I can leave being banished to the toilet when people call me, I can even live with her dumping her stuff everywhere and anywhere in my room. But yesterday I learnt a painful lesson in ceding to your sisters "afraid to sleep alone" whims.
In the middle of a rare night of sleep that lasted longer than 4 hours, I fell into the crack between the two beds. Trying to stay in the dream that I was in I flopped around, trying to extricate myself from that crevice. Guess what happened? Oh yes, the beds split and I landed on the floor in a thump.
Thats when I decided that I dreamily got up and shoved the bed back and tried to flop back to sleep. But then, I tasted something funny and realised I had sliced my lip in 2 spots using the sharp premolars I have. Oh yes, it was bleeding like mad and there were spots of blood on my pajamas where I tried to find out why my spit was darker than normal.
Thats when I finally gave up staying in the same dream, got myself up and washed the blood away.
What a waste of a good dream, especially since I spent the entire of the next day getting teased by my mum that my lip swelled to look like Angelina Jolie. Wth.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Random Musing
A day of boredom brings new realisations.
The space behind the TSD room is really dusty.
Wet blanko gets everywhere.
When you see that your family members start wearing queer clothes, the fashion has not changed, it means you haven't ironed the clothes.
When you are typing random musings at this hour on a Wednesday night, you know you probably are not going to study for the physics lecture test tomorrow.
When you start thinking "hey, this sounds interesting together, lets try to work it into my essay" you know you are going to fail that GP essay.
When you agree to your mum saying "hey ruth lemme buy you a pink skirt for newyear" you know something has gone wrong.
Why are there dents in my bottle?
'
Oh shoot math tutorial.
Thus ends my random musings.
The space behind the TSD room is really dusty.
Wet blanko gets everywhere.
When you see that your family members start wearing queer clothes, the fashion has not changed, it means you haven't ironed the clothes.
When you are typing random musings at this hour on a Wednesday night, you know you probably are not going to study for the physics lecture test tomorrow.
When you start thinking "hey, this sounds interesting together, lets try to work it into my essay" you know you are going to fail that GP essay.
When you agree to your mum saying "hey ruth lemme buy you a pink skirt for newyear" you know something has gone wrong.
Why are there dents in my bottle?
'
Oh shoot math tutorial.
Thus ends my random musings.
Monday, February 8, 2010
:D:D:D
I should really be doing work but...
HIJ 1st COY I LOVE YOU!
BRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZE
You guys really deserved it, all credit to you guys (:
HIJ 1st COY I LOVE YOU!
BRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZEBRONZE
You guys really deserved it, all credit to you guys (:
I'm bored enough to post lyrics again.
I love this song and its annoyingly bouncing about my head for no reason at all. Zzz. And I guess I am that bored.
Heartbreak Lullaby (A* Teens)
In the still, of the night, I can almost feel you
lying next to me, like it used to be.
Its hard, to let go, When there's always
something there reminding me, how things could be.
I tried to get you off my mind,
I tried to play my part,
But every time I close my eyes,
You're still inside my heart.
Why can't I laugh? Why must I cry?
Every time we say goodbye?
Why does it rain, here in my heart?
Every day that we're apart?
Why can't it be, just you and me?
What would it take to make you see,
These are the words, to my heartbreak lullaby.
Like the stars, in the sky, you keep on
shining down your light on me,
but out of reach.
I know, that in time,
You'll come back to your senses,
And see the signs, change your mind.
I tried to look the other way
And keep my heart on hold,
But every time I'm close to you
I lose my self-control.
Why can't I laugh? Why must I cry?
Every time we say goodbye?
Why does it rain, here in my heart,
Every day that we're apart?
Why can't it be, just you and me?
What would it take to make you see,
These are the words, to my heartbreak lullaby.
Why can't I laugh? Why must I cry?
Give me just one good reason why.
Why does it rain, here in my heart,
Every day that we're apart?
Why can't it be, just you and me,
what would it take to make you see,
these are the words,
to my heartbreak lullaby.
Heartbreak Lullaby (A* Teens)
In the still, of the night, I can almost feel you
lying next to me, like it used to be.
Its hard, to let go, When there's always
something there reminding me, how things could be.
I tried to get you off my mind,
I tried to play my part,
But every time I close my eyes,
You're still inside my heart.
Why can't I laugh? Why must I cry?
Every time we say goodbye?
Why does it rain, here in my heart?
Every day that we're apart?
Why can't it be, just you and me?
What would it take to make you see,
These are the words, to my heartbreak lullaby.
Like the stars, in the sky, you keep on
shining down your light on me,
but out of reach.
I know, that in time,
You'll come back to your senses,
And see the signs, change your mind.
I tried to look the other way
And keep my heart on hold,
But every time I'm close to you
I lose my self-control.
Why can't I laugh? Why must I cry?
Every time we say goodbye?
Why does it rain, here in my heart,
Every day that we're apart?
Why can't it be, just you and me?
What would it take to make you see,
These are the words, to my heartbreak lullaby.
Why can't I laugh? Why must I cry?
Give me just one good reason why.
Why does it rain, here in my heart,
Every day that we're apart?
Why can't it be, just you and me,
what would it take to make you see,
these are the words,
to my heartbreak lullaby.
Friday, February 5, 2010
I learnt something new today.
I learnt that you should never try to beat the odds, its like trying to drop a singleton offside queen when you can just take the finesse on the other side. If there is a singleton queen then you are definitely the top board, but there is logic in everyone telling you that you should just finesse and let the singleton queen take because everyone else will do the same thing. And it doesn't matter if something seems to be screaming that there is a singleton queen as you reach forward to play the jack, its likely yet another annoying member of the bridge club.
Invariably, I guess dreams just don't exist and chasing it is like chasing the wind. Dreams are dreams for a reason, and if you try too hard to beat the odds and float up to that illusive cloud in the sky, you'll just come crashing down when reality hits and look up in a daze hearing everyone go "I told you so".
That's when you learnt that dreams aren't meant for living, life is meant for living. And life is meant to be spent on earth, not in the clouds.
I learnt that you should never try to beat the odds, its like trying to drop a singleton offside queen when you can just take the finesse on the other side. If there is a singleton queen then you are definitely the top board, but there is logic in everyone telling you that you should just finesse and let the singleton queen take because everyone else will do the same thing. And it doesn't matter if something seems to be screaming that there is a singleton queen as you reach forward to play the jack, its likely yet another annoying member of the bridge club.
Invariably, I guess dreams just don't exist and chasing it is like chasing the wind. Dreams are dreams for a reason, and if you try too hard to beat the odds and float up to that illusive cloud in the sky, you'll just come crashing down when reality hits and look up in a daze hearing everyone go "I told you so".
That's when you learnt that dreams aren't meant for living, life is meant for living. And life is meant to be spent on earth, not in the clouds.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Reading
I hate reading.
Something about moving your eyes across a sea of text just doesn't work for me. I look at the tower of books I need to read for TSD and I die a little inside. Die a lot inside. I'd rather do 3 H3 tutorials in order to avoid reading my GP infopack. So yeah, imagine my emotions as I try to read one page of 名家谈粱山伯与祝英台.
I don't know how some people find joy and entertainment in it. Like those people who, when they are asked to introduce themselves, go "Hi my name is ____. I like reading." I feel like throttling them, I mean, I know that reading brings you into a new fantasy world where you become fully immersed in the splendor of that world. But,
1) Think about it, to the people who are watching you immerse yourself in the cataclysmic struggles of that separate universe, you just look like a nerd peering into thick decks of yellowing pieces of paper.
2) So what if you find a new world? You need to get out of it after the book ends. Aww~
3) Isn't it a bit sad that you, as humans, don't want to see what is amazing around you and don't want to be actively involved in the creation of a "happily ever after", but instead prefer to passively observe an imaginary universe, closing out the universe around you?
4) Look at my perfect eyesight, look at your glasses. Nuff said.
Ah well, I shall end my angsty blogpost before everyone i know comes to kill me (I am in RJ, land of nerds, I remind myself). Headed by my sister, no doubt.
And I qualify, I might be just writing this because I spent the last 4.5 hours reading The Relapse. Painful thing.
Something about moving your eyes across a sea of text just doesn't work for me. I look at the tower of books I need to read for TSD and I die a little inside. Die a lot inside. I'd rather do 3 H3 tutorials in order to avoid reading my GP infopack. So yeah, imagine my emotions as I try to read one page of 名家谈粱山伯与祝英台.
I don't know how some people find joy and entertainment in it. Like those people who, when they are asked to introduce themselves, go "Hi my name is ____. I like reading." I feel like throttling them, I mean, I know that reading brings you into a new fantasy world where you become fully immersed in the splendor of that world. But,
1) Think about it, to the people who are watching you immerse yourself in the cataclysmic struggles of that separate universe, you just look like a nerd peering into thick decks of yellowing pieces of paper.
2) So what if you find a new world? You need to get out of it after the book ends. Aww~
3) Isn't it a bit sad that you, as humans, don't want to see what is amazing around you and don't want to be actively involved in the creation of a "happily ever after", but instead prefer to passively observe an imaginary universe, closing out the universe around you?
4) Look at my perfect eyesight, look at your glasses. Nuff said.
Ah well, I shall end my angsty blogpost before everyone i know comes to kill me (I am in RJ, land of nerds, I remind myself). Headed by my sister, no doubt.
And I qualify, I might be just writing this because I spent the last 4.5 hours reading The Relapse. Painful thing.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)