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Careful, It May Rot
Sunday, September 30, 2007/ 10:18 PM
![]() Can't help it when Mrs Ting comes in with a box of chocolates from USA that her husband bought and gave the whole lot of chocs out along with Doritos and Lays as childrens day gifts. (: Anyhow, was considering the idea of students mugging hard in anticipation of the great break. Admist all the arduous creamming of knowledge into overworked minds, freedom contemplates our minds like a beacon of light when all seems hopeless. Perhaps in a bid to motivate? Feeling slightly sorry for having burst my own bubble, but just decided to reconsider what I deem a holiday to be. hol·i·day –noun 1. a day fixed by law or custom on which ordinary business is suspended in commemoration of some event or in honor of some person. 2. any day of exemption from work (distinguished from working day). 3. a time or period of exemption from any requirement, duty, assessment, etc.: New businesses may be granted a one-year tax holiday. So once again. The december holidays, a true holiday? I suppose having commitments, regardless whether embittered or nonchalant about them, is inevitable. And simply because during our break, we would have to look into the other things currently bypassed in the excuse "to study for the exams", we don't suspend any activity of any sort. But once again not to spoil the mood, I wave this thought off as an attempt (albeit failing hopelessly) to psych myself into the necessity of mugging. Or alternatively self-brainwashing as I stare at the dismal state of my study schedule (too ambitious, should've known). In a lazy bid to omit any sense of urgency and maintain everything bright-as-blossoms, its back to the paltry subterfuge of the beckoning bed. Yes, the torpor that demands not even a finger lifted will only bring me to where I truly wish to be, and I shall follow that compass even though I know its pointing me in the wrong direction, holding on to the blissful sciolism for as long as it lasts. Not exactly the best solution, but good enough for me. Labels: Thoughts |
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Of Sweet Decadence
Saturday, September 29, 2007/ 10:57 PM
![]() Pretty much the ultimate treat in the bid to "eat good food" after church today, so went to Brown Sugar for dinner today after reading all the rave reviews about the little cafe bistro and its decadent desserts. Shall be random, but all the same, ![]() The Chocolate Fondant with Raspberry Coulis, Toasted Almonds & Vanilla Bean Ice-Cream was <3, amidst the yummy mushroom soup and cream based spaghetti with parma ham (while you continue staring at the picture and drooling). An amazing treat for someone pseudo-stressing out, so yes. Yum. With the next two weeks going to turn my appetite sour, its always good to have a sugar rush or two, just in case. Labels: Food |
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Germany Vogue (October 07)
Friday, September 28, 2007/ 9:08 PM
![]() This photo shoot makes me think alot, for some reason or the other. Isn't time to be wandering around on the internet aimlessly but that's just what I'm doing. So sick of the stress, the way its getting into everybody, getting into me. |
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To Nature
Wednesday, September 26, 2007/ 10:13 PM
![]() It may indeed be phantasy, when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings ; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and earnest piety. So let it be ; and if the wide world rings In mock of this belief, it brings Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity. So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee, Thee only God ! and thou shalt not despise Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice. Samuel Taylor Coleridge Labels: Compositions |
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When autumn leaves start to fall
Monday, September 24, 2007/ 9:15 PM
Having set my wonderful schedule for mugging, guess I'll only be pushing the dates back till my mind reaches a wreck wondering why I let the time pass. Anyhow, its back to blogger simply because the templates at wordpress were too rigid for my liking (guess its just me on that). But anyhow. Decided to rake back on random photos I took during holidays and chanced by the photo a took of autumn leaves in China.
![]() Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winters song But I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall Doesn't really say much, but guess its just the changing of seasons that gets everyone thinking. Suppose its just a simple cycle of four, intervals pausing to remind us another fourth of the year's gone by. Still maintain how its a pity we get a year of sun and rain and never anything more. Perhaps thats why sometimes we just hassle on with our lives never stopping to consider what we've been doing, or what we are doing. Conforming with not much of a purpose, but in the case of us as 15-year old individuals, I suppose there isn't really much to say in the life of studying to figure out what we intend to do later on. But what's worrying is when something happens, too drastic for us to even consider the change before it occurs. Wonder whether it'll be too late then? |
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Let it go
Saturday, September 22, 2007/ 12:42 PM
![]() Another product of wasted hours and doodling. But, named this diapause for very much obvious reasons. Ah well, enjoy the weekends, another 2 to go. Labels: Studies |
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Visions of the narcoleptic
Friday, September 21, 2007/ 6:52 AM
![]() Somehow just remembered the photo Yian took of the bluetackmen during Valentines Day. And yeah somehow just thinking back. Should've hit me by now the appending doom in a few weeks time, but sadly (without regret) my subliminal (the irony) solipsism still believes that I would be able to handle the blast of EOY (or whatever they call it now, EYA?)s rolling down the alley straight to me. Or the gutter. Guess the collision'll be inevitable despite foreseeing attempts of elusion being in vain. For now, like the ostrich, I'd be much more comfortable stuffing my head in the soil. At least I wouldn't see what hit me. All the best for the positive outlook, time to dig in. Labels: Ramblings |
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The Demise
Wednesday, September 19, 2007/ 12:26 PM
![]() Guess its up to us to decide which elevator to tread on. Ultimately there's always one going up and another going down. Maybe hard to navigate your way around finding the next one up, but we've all got to try don't we. At most we'll all hang around the same level and wait till the space gets filled before we take the dive without the smooth landings to save us from the fall. But once again, its our choice (isn't it)? Labels: Thoughts |
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So, so cold
Thursday, September 13, 2007/ 9:13 AM
Into the rain we'll run out
Under the storm with lightning on it's way into a tree We'll carve our names and there we'll stay forever This town was meant for [believing] so go while they were sleeping Watching waiting thinking but never saying Labels: Music |
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Enjoyably
Tuesday, September 11, 2007/ 11:50 AM
![]() Of appreciation. Pretty much disturbed by the hapless uses of my already disconsolate living hours, or rather my attempts in a sad revolt against living just another day. Of course, though it would be extremely exhilirating to carry through, the practicalities of the situation simply don't permit such actions (or commitments to these areas). Because, in one month's time. Because, you will get rest in due time. Because, now is the time to concentrate and study. Seems to be a constant drill into all our minds, from the repeats as aired through the intervals of today's timetable. Just a tad ironic when results come back and the masses return in utter despondence, "its okay, its just a test". But even as the actuality of the situation hits, its left to us to maintain our sanguine dispositions and press on. Nobody wants to be on the down escalator to doubt, dullsville, and despair. So, enjoy the next few weeks, mug hard and earn your rest. Labels: Ramblings |
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Exodus
Monday, September 10, 2007/ 9:48 AM
Alternative to the promising word of continuation, nothing much other than more posts (albeit infrequent and increasingly boring) to anyone out there wishing to listening to the tactiturn rantings of yours truly. But all the same, hope everyone spent their holidays productively (or should I deem it interphase for the mugging period). And yes, back to the humdrum of schooling life, but for now just saying how I'll very much miss my wonderful 6-day a week partner.
![]() Much love, from all of us. Meanwhile, shall go back to wondering how I managed to survive nine months, and how I'm going to go on to the next two without over-frying my brain. Or something. Labels: Ramblings |
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