I feel that Project 101 has been under neglect because those things somehow don’t seem to be as meaningful as it used to be. I’ve decided that if i don’t find motivation by the time i return from Korea, Project 101 will cease to exist.

And i miss her.
I miss her when i walk pass stores that she like to go.
I miss her when i see other couples holding hands.
I miss her when i’m hungry.
I miss her… Almost everytime.

Perhaps God was trying to teach me a lesson for the classes skipped, unofficial off days from school, unattentive moments during lectures and a really serious bit of procrastination. So ladies and gentlemen, my GPA has fallen really drastically. From…

3.83 to 3.25

That’s a huge drop. Which is why i’m determined to really fight my way through the next Semester. No matter what i’ve to do well because it’s the final leg of the race. After that it’s goodbye school for 2.5 years. So God please forgive me for my naivity and help afterburn the final Semester, please.

I hope that tomorrow will be an gorgeous day. One that has rain and gentle winds to make everyone happy =)

Today, lots of things happened.

I didn’t attend church.

Though i had a sore throat, which caused my voice box to temporarily cease working this morning, i had japanese food with barbequed chicken wings and plenty of tuna sashimi.

I saw my little adorable cousins and played not too long with them before i left for cycling with uncle and mum.

My bike is wrecked, not because i mishandled it in anyway. But because it dropped from my uncle’s car while it was being transported.

My bike dropped onto the road a second time because the hook holding the clamp gave way.

I pushed my bike/rode/carried from singapore expo all the way home, cutting through vegetation (trees, bushes, etc), against the flow of traffic on a flyover which has no pedestrian lanes, slipped and fall, going up uphill slopes and most of all, laughing when i was at my doorstep because everything seemed like a joke.

It’s times like these whereby you find that life is literally a joke. And you couldnt really help it but to laugh.

The End.

You wanna know what sucks? A sore throat.

And i’m not counting down the days that she’s gonna return. I’m only going to do when there’s a month left till she comes back.

Damn it, let’s hope we nail FYP this time round. Now i know the feeling of how many engineers and scientists have to work with a task and without any room for error. Oh God, i hope i know what i’m doing.

So i just took some serratiopeptidase for my throat because of all those fumes/smokes/particles lighter than air from people burning incense for 7th month.

I don’t want a sore throat man.

Eat heaty food – sore throat. Smoke – sore throat.

(can i tell you a secret?)

i didnt think so.

These days i’ve been listening to really emo music by Bach, Mozart and my friend Beethoven. Somehow everything seems much clearer when i listen to their music. Then i really wonder how music has really changed the past few centuries. If you’d allow me, let me share Chopin’s Nocturne in F minor Op 55 1st movement

I’ve been wanting to say lots of things quite recently. But i never quite made it, or never quite gotten the chance to. Since it’s the holidays, i should go visit the beach tomorrow and write out all my troubles on a piece of paper and bury it in the sand.

I want to do more than just going to school. It’s the little ironies that really make me feel frustrated and make me feel that i never will quite make the mark. I love math but i really suck in it. I find some modules fun, but i never get around doing the tutorials or study properly. I understand that some modules really piss people off, but i get an A. Results are next week and quite honestly it’s a love-hate situation now. As much as i’m dying to know the results another part of myself is saying that i won’t like it at all.

Final Year Project is coming along fine but everyone’s (applies to other groups) got their individual insecurities. We may be having fun sometimes but sometimes when we see something that reminds us of FYP we’ll panic in our hearts because everyone’s thinking of something and no one wants anything to not work out. Everyone crosses their fingers hoping that plans wouldn’t be screwed up and things will go smoothly. Everyone just hopes and tries their best, but sometimes shit happens and everything just goes haywire.

Not that anything bad has happened, but just a thought.

The gf has been away for a week now, and every now and then i’ll see something that will reminds me of her. That cute little dress behind a glass wall on display. Those multicoloured hairbands. Really kawaii necklaces and stuff. Maybe i should be like a little kid and close my eyes and imagine.

I’ve been quite mean to my family members these days. I’m sorry. I fucked up, i know.

What makes something beautiful?

You wouldn’t believe it but it’s quite insanely hard to find a Korean phrasebook in bookstores. I’ve been to 3 and 2 of it doesn’t carry any and the other just sells them at insanely expensive prices.

Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and i will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon’s sparkling.
So kiss me.

Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me high upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map.

Kiss me – Sixpence None the Richer

I doubt anyone really even visits my tumblr site anymore. But somehow it seems to have grown to mean much more to me. To me it seems to be a site where everything seems picture perfect. And a place where by a simple thing can mean a whole lot of other things. There’s no such thing as FYP.

And FYP is… Don’t tell me that the sky’s the limit when people have reached the moon.

If I had never met you,
I wouldn’t like you.
If I didn’t like you,
I wouldn’t love you.
If I didn’t love you,
I wouldn’t miss you.
But I did, I do,

and I will.

It was best 4 hour wait i had – even though i only had less than 5 minutes.

Even when you’re about to leave you still looked gorgeous to me.