oh the stories i weave to tell myself it is ok, everything is under control. i think i can’t do this la. the brain has had a perpetual throb since two weeks ago and the tiredness doesn’t seem to want to run away to frolic in fields of barely.

almost every single book i read quoted the text where the word “cyberspace” appeared (Neuromancer) and everyone cited cyberspace as “consensual hallucination”. i think i need some hallucinogens to get me through this.

writing (ok, thinking about writing) this thesis is too difficult. just too damned difficult. tis a long drawn-out battle you’ve to fight alone, just you and 15000 words. 8 weeks and 1 day to the final draft. good grief.

and i hang by a thread.

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hmmm. he died. how sad. i really liked him, even the cowboy antics and all. too young, too soon.
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hmmm. i got the job offer. now what?

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of scapes and flows and scapes and flows and interstitial spaces.

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*bawls*

i rarely post links but THIS is too funny

esp the second bit where it is like kitaro on crack playing the electone, with a geisha prancing about and  then they take turns to stab johnny depp.

HAHA   these japanese sure take the cake!

the bees buzzed around the comb and were furiously commuting between the bright flowers and the comb. to and fro, to and fro, with nary a stop. the beekeeper tried to examine the bees, but they didn’t stay still long enough for him to examine them. whether they were in good health, were their wings or bright and sparkly, were their sinuses acting up from all that pollen!

then the beekeeper saw a solitary bee, dancing a dance. for no one else to see! not to direct any bee to some flower, not to exercise the limbs, nothing at all! dancing for no one else to see, just for fun! the beekeeper saw it and smiled, watched for a while and just left that solitary bee to keep on dancing. cuz that was what that bee was created to do. dance.

Slow dancing on the boulevard
In the quiet moments while the city’s still dark
Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces
You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she’s part of something that you lost

(Matchbox 20, The Difference)

so tomorrow I shall begin my first class of the last semester.

tis the beginning of nerdom! and as thesis-supervisor likes to say, Onward and Upward!

*BEAMS A NERDY GRIN*

eta: guess what came in the mail! PBS CALENDARRRRRRRRRRRR! it takes a lot of effort to not read all the comics at one go. PBS CALENDARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Me ees happy.

we went to bussorah st to have morroccan food and yummy icecream today after “consigning” books. “consigning” cuz poks did all the work and the rest of us just helped ourselves to the books. hey, 30% discount lei!

we (another we) went back to nj, supposedly for a mega council gathering, but in the end we just kinda pranced around on our own. it was good to be back, having last returned to collect my A-level results. everything was the same, and yet different. the hinge on the GR34 door was still spoilt (!!!) the artwork on the walls were still the same, the lockers in the council room still had all our 35th graffiti on it.

having ice-cream, and then dinner, and then supper with the bunch of them was really awesome. i miss hanging out with these people, expeltives and all. ha. being able to slide back so easily in our banter made me question who i really am inside. and. and. and. haiz i wish, i didn’t have to wish!

well, there are two things you could do.

1) write the first chapter of my thesis

2) make this for me

someone once sang, “sorry seems to be the hardest word”. that person has never written and introduction to a dissertation. I don’t know what my first word is. Maybe…Behold!

Behold!

egads.

God speaks to those who take time to listen, and He listens to those who take time to pray

Indeed.