tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63311192011-08-31T21:58:08.674+08:00kopikiaKOPIKIA
Hokkien for "coffee boy", meaning the waiter at a kopi tiam, dressed in the archetypal singlet (or t-shirt advertising either Guinness Stout or Tiger Beer), shorts, slippers and ABC waistpouch.
Often used by Singaporean parents as a warning."You don't study hard, you sure become kopi kia one!" <i>adapted from Coxford Singlish Dictionary</i>
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.comBlogger2391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1153415190732188782006-07-21T01:01:00.000+08:002006-07-21T01:06:30.753+08:001 year is just the beginning. 5 years later and it is not the end. 1 year is where I find me. 5 years will I lose me?1 year where I lost you. 5 years will I find you(again)?1 year is how long its been.5 years is perhaps more appropriate?1 year was too fast. 5 years will it be low?1 year is how long it has been.5 years will I still be waiting?kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1153236464662187482006-07-18T23:17:00.000+08:002006-07-18T23:27:44.683+08:00All he could hear were the brisk "claking" of his leather shoes, reverberating in the corridor. The lights are out. His family is asleep, as usual. Shuffling through his keys, he finds the right one and opens the metal door. He is home. A quick shower later, he goes to bed. The night is late, tomorrow is another day. All thoughts are fleeting, because he is fast asleep. He wakes up in the morningkopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1147622282836484622006-05-14T23:54:00.000+08:002006-05-14T23:58:02.850+08:00Currently reading Richard Layard's "Happiness". An economist's take on happiness, done through the lenses of economics with reference to philosophy and psychology. Nothing suits my taste for empiricism more. Check out this interview. Toy for Christmas 2006, things like this may completely change the entire industry. Finally, a console that focuses on the way a game plays rather than the way a kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1147459482045049802006-05-13T02:41:00.000+08:002006-05-13T02:44:42.063+08:00http://i-speak.blogdrive.com/archive/158.htmlSent to me by a good friend of mine. Decided to put down my email reply below in case anyone is interested in kopikia's political views.------------First off, this 17 yr old's writing puts me into eternal shame. That is closely followed by his worldliness and precocious sense of morality.Just some thoughts about this and response to your earlier email.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1146508565040243542006-05-02T02:29:00.000+08:002006-05-02T02:41:11.353+08:00Updates...The sceptre of CFA beckons. I have yet to start and the panic button has been pressed. Please don't let me fail this. Found a great people watching spot. Nothing complements mind-numbing study sessions than having lots of interesting characters around to admire. Acceptance is the key to moving on. Perhaps I am reaching the time of life where one has to slowly accept reality - like the kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1145898693624551532006-04-25T00:45:00.000+08:002006-04-25T01:24:54.190+08:00More stories of the XX Files Chapter 1My subconscious has acquired the fine art of implied irony. So I slept with a full stomach one night. Given my peculiar system, I know I would have a nightmare. I dreamt that I had patched back with the X. Days were good, as they were before. In the dream, my current and present existence would be a nightmare. Interestingly, it was just a dream. I will have kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1145295971649593272006-04-18T01:33:00.000+08:002006-04-18T01:46:11.690+08:00Another sleepless night. It is all beginning to feel futile. This may never end. Perhaps there is a limit to how much one can deceive oneself. But still I say, it was the best 9 years of my life. Give me a choice to go back in time and I would have still chose the same road, hopefully wiser. But life is never about living in yesterday, and it never will. Dreams, memories and sleepless nights - kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1145004537382037312006-04-14T16:46:00.000+08:002006-04-14T16:48:57.393+08:00A very sincere piece of writingThe Singapore Dream or the Singapore Plan? 9 months into my career, this sincere piece of writing strikes a chord.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1144774382978196952006-04-12T00:37:00.000+08:002006-04-12T01:35:32.586+08:00As I continue to ponder...With everyday that I awake, I am one day nearer to the end of the road. How long is the road, nobody knows (or so I believe). In the end, its just as if I've been given a chance to shop in a supermarket. Everything is free and I can pick up as many items as I want - its merely a matter of searching for it, picking it up from the shelves, putting it into my cart, or sometimes, returning it to kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1144255094601078082006-04-06T00:31:00.000+08:002006-04-06T00:38:14.613+08:00If i were to stand by the road and see my thoughts zoom by like the cars for the past week, I will see...Wrote a satirical article during lunch time. It was just one of those days when one feels the urge for satire. Received an ambivalent response from my colleagues. Hardly the right crowd. Some even took it seriously. This is hardly good news. When people are unable to get out of themselves and kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1143481078982548882006-03-28T01:25:00.000+08:002006-03-28T01:37:59.003+08:00So S just broke up with his girlfriend of 8 years. It's interesting how the breakup that was a "few months" back is really 3 months. No time is quite as long as "quite some time ago". Many people of my age do not seem to know what they are doing. I thought I was lost, but apparently, there are still people who are stupid enough to go to a party filled with colleagues. Too much alcohol dumbs the kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1143394084921686162006-03-27T01:16:00.000+08:002006-03-27T01:32:00.706+08:00UpdatesReturn to the pen eh?Book buying binge at Borders. Maybe Shakespeare can give me wings.I want my words to fly. Best friend is in town for a month.Singlehood is loneliness?Sumiko says to learn to be with alone.Dreams tell no lies.Confederacy of the Dunces is what i am reading now.Secret corners in Singapore. I like. I think i may like her.I think i still like her.I need to stop being the tailor kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1140331147534294032006-02-19T14:27:00.000+08:002006-03-26T22:06:38.253+08:00I've never been good with moving onI've never been good with moving on. I still remember the time when it was time to chuck my very first pair of "branded" track shoes. It was a pair of Reebok which i got for cheap. What was significant to me was not so much the brand or that it was the first pair of brand shoes. It was significant to me because that pair of shoes saw me thru my first NAPFA Gold. It may seem trivial to many peoplekopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1138726673296434812006-02-01T00:50:00.000+08:002006-02-01T00:57:53.323+08:00Reading this Steven Colbert interview reminded me of my perennial favourite: The Daily Show. New words i learnt today.imbroglio: 1. A difficult or intricate situation; an entanglement. 2. A confused or complicated disagreement.Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1138553155301443902006-01-30T00:40:00.000+08:002006-01-30T00:53:23.273+08:00I do have the habit to stray away from this site every now and then. But it seems the moniker kopikia is still the one i find most befitting and comfortable. Its back to writing perhaps? Been accumulating quite a number of random and potentially innane theories in my black notebooks. Maybe its time to put it into formal print and subject it to greater audience. Interestingly, writing has really kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1132075149408578452005-11-16T00:36:00.000+08:002005-11-16T01:24:00.223+08:00It's exactly a month. Maybe I should give up deceiving myself. Telling myself that i am making progress, that i am slowly stepping out of the long shadow. I am doing all that i can, pounding my everyday life with work, friends, books, games, exercise and other self-enrichment activities. But it is hard. The pain is merciless. Everyday when i walk home, she is everywhere. Before i sleep, she is inkopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1131898514928814912005-11-13T23:56:00.000+08:002005-11-16T00:36:25.146+08:00Recent episodes in my lifespan style="font-weight:bold;">Blading at East Coast ParkPhenomenal. Today, the appeal of blading in East Coast has finally hit me, for guys at least. Girls may blade for the true enjoyment of blading, but for guys its a much simpler story.Girls in blades are gorgeous. 2 reasons why: 1) Blading is exercise. New found fact from friend - blading works your hips, butt and legs. 2) Blades, by sheer kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1130691971639194942005-10-31T00:06:00.000+08:002005-10-31T01:24:00.593+08:00Things have gotten slightly better after my previous post. If anything, the outright declaration and promise i made to myself (and perhaps the world) served as a reminder to me. While i was writing it, i was surprised by how the words just came. Apparantly, they have laid dormant in me for a long time. Writing it all out was just like doing a backup of my emotional memory, grabbing all the kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1130349342771692152005-10-27T01:22:00.000+08:002005-10-27T02:00:48.970+08:00Hurt is a caged beast. Imprisoned within the cell of rationality, you can only hear and feel it. It roars, it stamps, it charges. Every now and then, it rams hard against the cell and you feel the pain. Memories play the cruel accomplice. Just like the bullfighter, memories brandish the red cloth outside the walls, only to have hurt charge helplessly into the walls. On its once angelic face, you kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1130077999362887122005-10-23T22:28:00.000+08:002005-10-23T22:33:19.370+08:00It's been a week since the breakup. It's been a long 9 years. I really do not know what to say. Maybe i will be able to sort out my thoughts better after the epic showdown between my logic and my emotions. So far? Logic 1, Emotions 0. Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1127667712547211602005-09-26T00:39:00.000+08:002005-09-26T01:06:18.646+08:00It has been a quick 2 months since i started work. There should be nothing to complain. There is minimal politics in my department. Everyone is eager to teach and share experiences. Colleagues and bosses leave the place between 6 to 7pm. Nobody expects much from me since I am new - "Don't worry, you are still new" is what they say to assure me. There is nothing to complain. Not really. I am kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1127592131678147622005-09-25T04:01:00.000+08:002005-09-25T04:02:11.686+08:00It may soon be time for me to revive good old kopikia. Been missing this good old friend. Looks like it is a good time for a revamp too. Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1121368149277542952005-07-15T03:06:00.000+08:002005-07-15T03:09:09.283+08:00It seems that my blog is suffering an unceremonious death. Right now, I am three days away from joining the dark side. I start work next Tuesday. As for the blog, we'll see how it goes. Many things have gone through my head for the past month. I yearn for a new direction in my writing. So maybe this blog would indeed have met its demise. It has been a good ride. Space is everything that lies kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1115070958221053452005-05-03T05:33:00.000+08:002005-05-03T15:09:24.126+08:00A little gardenMaybe, what I need in life is a small little garden. A small, nondescript garden where i can sense the life out of mine; as the wind blows, leaves rustle and grass waver. Maybe for all the status, power and wealth that I think i want, all i really want is my little garden. A small, nondescript garden where a little rose bush stands in the corner, resplendent in it's bloom, and thekopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1114722896878245712005-04-29T05:13:00.000+08:002005-04-29T05:14:56.876+08:00I will write an entry about a bad day, reading a book, one's insecurities later. After my philosophy class.Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1114497995412397282005-04-26T14:24:00.000+08:002005-04-26T14:46:35.413+08:00Throughout the past days, I have been feeling a constant itch; an itch that can be best referred to as restlessness. I am sick of work. I am sick of study too, though philosophy keeps me engaged while math in econmetrics convey a comforting sense of familarity. I sense that there is much within me, waiting to be expressed. Maybe its an imbalance; that given all the stuff i have been reading and kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1114294529850754822005-04-24T05:47:00.000+08:002005-04-24T06:15:29.853+08:00For the past week, things have been a blur. Class, work and social obligations have came together in a climatic mixture of swashkaboom. My free time is the unfortunate victim. The lack of time for me to read, write and basically muse about life has left me somewhat angsty. Given the interesting philosophy class which i am doing now, it tears me apart when i cannot find time to give each kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1113210735550534342005-04-11T15:53:00.000+08:002005-04-11T17:26:52.390+08:00Today, I watched "Closer".Watching it brought back many memories. Memories of my own wrongdoing. Memories of my own confusions. For many people who have watched the show, it is easy to label Jude Law's character as the bastard, the loser. I wouldn't be surprised if many rejoiced over the ending of the show. Unfortunately, his character was the one i could most relate to. After watching the show, kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1113098788905852952005-04-10T10:00:00.000+08:002005-04-10T10:07:15.720+08:00Since coming back to school, time has flew. As i write, this is the end of the 2nd week of school. Many things have happened during the past week. Many more things will happen in the coming 8 weeks. In 3 weeks time, the charity run which i have been helping to plan and organize will happen. Note to any one out there who would like to organize charity runs, heed my warning: Its a hell lot of workkopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1112345116396501582005-04-01T16:44:00.000+08:002005-04-01T16:45:16.396+08:00I am back in Stanford. Blogging will resume. At least after the jet lag is done. Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1110975368725218542005-03-16T20:08:00.000+08:002005-03-16T20:29:30.976+08:002 take home exams and 1 morning final later, I emerge unscathed; at least till the grades come in. The weekend has been hell. Study and dietary hell. My study habits are apparently in cahoots with my weakness for ice-cream. 2 pints of Haagan daz in 2 days. Life never felt so sweet and good. Nonetheless, the worst is over; at least till the grades come in. And yes, its back to good old Singapore kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1110526967660524952005-03-11T15:38:00.000+08:002005-03-11T15:45:22.166+08:00So there is this chance that i might be going to China after i graduate this June. With my newly minted masters and ambitions in hand , i might be heading to China. To help spearhead a project of giant proportions, both in scale and in goodness. To vaccinate A LOT of people against Hepatitis B. To be one of the first vanguards to set up our overseas branch in China. Indeed, an opportunity of a kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1109844717952250902005-03-03T18:00:00.000+08:002005-03-03T18:12:49.920+08:00Tonight is a night where i feel particularly restless. For the lack of better terms, I call it creative constipation. Just like a raging river hitting a dam, the free abandon at which I hope to have to express all that i feel is curtailed, bottled and hidden in a corner. GAH.Nope, music did not help. Neither did reading. Writing seems to be failing too. And as much as i hope to draw, I can't. As kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1109760522847806472005-03-02T18:40:00.000+08:002005-03-02T18:48:42.850+08:00My fingers have taken a life of its own, along with the credit card as hostage. Retail therapy, embrace your newest convert. No thanks to my belated discovery of Mark Twain. And of course my rekindled love for autobiographies. Someone save my credit card.Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1109499872781299292005-02-27T17:38:00.000+08:002005-02-27T19:03:57.330+08:00Over President's weekend, a group of us heeded the invitation of our very good El Salvadorian friend. We flew to El Salvador and had the vacation of a lifetime. None of us were prepared for what greeted us. Perhaps there were signs. Like the fact that he extended an open invitation to everyone without mention of any capacity restrictions. Still, I prepared myself. But nothing could prepare me forkopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1109495494815352642005-02-27T16:46:00.000+08:002005-02-27T17:29:26.246+08:00Why I love El Salvador.p.s. If you can see it, right click and "show picture". Don't ask me why.Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1108548645165429142005-02-16T15:13:00.000+08:002005-02-16T18:26:10.366+08:00A window into my mind at 2am in the morning...the stately frigate of his soul had sailed well over a deep and dangerous ocean.do the individual strands of everyones' perceived reality come together to form the tapestry we call reality? And so we deem all strands astray insane?only the storm-beaten sailor could appreciate the calm of the silent cove. he can only watch on, as the steaming train of kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1108491391046176122005-02-15T14:17:00.000+08:002005-02-16T02:16:31.046+08:00Sometimes, Texas Hold'em is just like Life because..1. Everyone gets a different hand every time. Its never equal.2. The winner is never determined at the start.3. A cool head and a good eye for people will bring you far.4. You can win/lose 99 games, only to give/make it all back in the 100th.5. Its not how much you win, its how you play it. *pro poker players will beg to differ*6. No one wins kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1108118702218816022005-02-11T18:40:00.000+08:002005-02-11T19:24:41.833+08:00Everyone will have heard this a million times. But i have to say it again.The pervasiveness of the internet is ridiculous. For the past half an hour, I just uncovered the various blogging sites of people I don't really know know. Like an invisible hand, internet swoops into under our skirts of privacy and exposes the uninspiring underpants of our personal lives.In case anyone is interested in kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1107687658646631152005-02-06T18:43:00.000+08:002005-02-06T19:00:58.646+08:00Ever now and then, we all need time. To sit down. In our little rooms. A small space. A private space. Where we can turn on the music. Low, because our neighbors are asleep. Let the music ebb. Gently against our tired souls. Wash away the dirt that life has deposited. We sink. Into ourselves. And then, we slowly recognize. Where we are.
Space is everything that lies between two objects.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1107252035148152642005-02-01T18:00:00.000+08:002005-02-01T18:00:35.146+08:00Writer's block. argh.
Space is everything that lies between two objects.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1106651146246148992005-01-25T18:59:00.000+08:002005-01-25T19:05:46.246+08:00It seems that the ennui that has laid siege on me for the past month is slowly receding. For me, such ennui is customary. Traditionally, it can only be dispelled by copius doses of stress, temporarily. The thought that i could flunk whatever i had at hand always succeeds in pushing me into a stimped high. Many a time, the task gets completed, albeit marginally, and i proceed to slink back into kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1106558008766791792005-01-24T17:08:00.000+08:002005-01-24T17:15:16.700+08:00For those guys who left comments in the previous post, you guys are awesome. Really. And OC (ala Orange County, that show) is sheer evil. It ate my weekend.
Space is everything that lies between two objects.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1105724119097644162005-01-15T02:26:00.000+08:002005-01-15T01:35:19.096+08:00Everyone who still read this spot, you deserve an award. For the irresponsible hiatus in writing i took, I wrote my first to-be-published article. Unfortunately, since man bends to society, my pride of writing was cookie pressed into something that was more "othordox and aligned". Indeed, i grimaced as i read the finally edited piece.
The whole thing reminds me of orange juice. Fresh oranges arekopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1105371603643181362005-01-10T23:38:00.000+08:002005-01-10T23:40:03.643+08:00Back to school. Back to blogging.
Space is everything that lies between two objects.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1104224750332727772004-12-28T17:03:00.000+08:002004-12-28T17:05:50.333+08:00Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1104224504009935852004-12-28T16:41:00.000+08:002004-12-28T17:01:44.010+08:00Space is everything that lies between two objects.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1102466906150584552004-12-08T08:47:00.000+08:002004-12-08T08:48:26.150+08:00I've been writing so much for the past few days and talking so little. It feels wierd; like my mouth is connected to an USB writing device.
Space is everything that lies between two objects.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1102030003784273342004-12-03T06:34:00.000+08:002004-12-03T07:27:48.996+08:00I am starting to understand why people always advocate stepping out of the comfort zone. The cloud of deliria that shrouds my choice to forsake my engineering roots and plunge headlong into the foreign waters of international relations, is starting to clear up.
This sure sounds odd. How can I understand my choice after i have made it? Shouldn't people know what they want and why they want it kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1101287960796748362004-11-24T16:40:00.000+08:002004-11-24T17:19:20.796+08:00I just finished watching Bridget Jones diary. Rather late on this one, but it floated marvellously, as i had expected. I adore British shows, an adoration that is remarkably recent; recent because it started in the earlier part of this year and remarkable because it feels much longer. Its just like hitting it off with a new friend, and quickly becoming best buddies.
I adore British shows for kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1101203970786218232004-11-23T17:33:00.000+08:002004-11-23T18:02:24.670+08:00I need to read books that do not talk about facts. Books that are not criticizing certain societal norms in the international scene, or mentioning particular strips of history, or analyzing the moribund economies in the world.
I need prose, luscious colorful intoxicating prose; where words string together to form pictures, not cold hard facts. Where writers boldly explore the facinating texture kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1100514655909347662004-11-15T18:02:00.000+08:002004-11-15T18:30:55.910+08:00It seems that we can only delineate ourselves by painting our circumstances and the external relations that involve us. Like what my archi friend introduced to me, its "negative space". Drawing what is not there to show what is there. We were, are or will be sons, daughters, husbands, students, artist, writer, engineer, grandfathers etc. We are circumscribed by the roles that society has kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1100167027645122962004-11-11T17:39:00.000+08:002004-11-11T17:57:07.646+08:00I am trapped in a neverending cycle of ennui. So it seems that whenever i comfortably settle myself in some place, the walls of the new comfort zone are erected, and my little world emerges. Once this little world emerges, the same old cycle of ennui settles in. Currently, my way of escape out of this is TV, good old brain-numbing TV. It used to be computer games, but given my current logistical kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1099774433095841682004-11-07T04:31:00.000+08:002004-11-07T05:09:43.110+08:00The past week went by in a whirr. I wrote a paper about Taiwan, and the Japan American Security Alliance. Thursday, i submitted 3 essays about Westphalia, Neoclassical realism and anarchy; all arcane sounding IR terms to me. Plus another paper. My typical day was waking up, going to class, rushing back home in between class to read, classes again, then heading over to the library to seek more kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1099447823739371862004-11-03T07:15:00.000+08:002004-11-03T17:16:45.446+08:00Election coverage4 years of deficit, here we come. Its scary what Bush could now that he has the "mandate of the people".
*shudder*
On a side note..
1 election ago, i was still in army.
Now, i am doing my masters.
The next election? Married? Kids?
Its scary to think of it. That with each election, i am so different from the last.
Space is everything that lies between two objects.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1099357385890374982004-11-02T08:53:00.000+08:002004-11-02T09:05:18.160+08:00Quick update.
My international relations midterm is having me for a 8 course dinner. AnarchyBalanceofpowerNeo*something*realismNATOLevelofanalysisyaddayadda.
Thats the way i see all those terms, mushed up. The menu for the midterm is going to be. 3 essays as appetizers, and the main course of a 8 paper. I am going to be such a good dinner.
Over the weekend, i churned out a paper, 5000 words ofkopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1099000393557805822004-10-29T05:40:00.000+08:002004-10-29T05:53:13.556+08:00I figure that for my continual survival in my graduate program, i need to work on my speaking skills, or lack of. While i do not necessarily see myself not understanding the content of discussions (or i may just be really deluded about myself), the crystal clear facts that i see in my mind become nonsensical mush after passing through my mouth.
Here is an analogy
Lets say there is fact A, a kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098951294105150562004-10-28T16:13:00.000+08:002004-10-28T16:14:54.106+08:00I wish i could put through a complex concept through such simple words.
"We are cultural beings, endowed with the capacity and the will to take a deliberate attitude towards the world and to lend it significance" by Max Weber.
Space is everything that lies between two objects.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098772049503333462004-10-26T14:18:00.000+08:002004-10-26T14:27:29.503+08:00The number of papers i have to read is murderous.
~10 papers per week * each paper ~30-40 pages long
= 300-400 pages
= major punishment to the trees and me.
So busy i am, I will google and ponder about them later.
banana kitchen, dissociative disorder, gender and nationality, boonge?, reaction to post-modernity, John Treat, Hoshino Tomoyoshi.
Considering that i've sat through a lecture about kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098668464922544022004-10-25T08:49:00.000+08:002004-10-25T09:43:11.030+08:00Monsterizing, the American phenomenonIf you are in the US, do this little exercise.
Shop at Costcos. Watch discovery channel ads. Walk through (quickly if you are guy) the ladies bra department.
And you might notice something.
Its the American's obsession with monsterizing. I checked up the term monsterize, but there were no formal definitions. But as i understand it, it means the perverse tendency to exaggerate things. If its kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098580021517034832004-10-24T08:11:00.000+08:002004-10-24T09:12:52.690+08:00Once again, the belated weekend is here. So what does a busy graduate student like me do on weekends?
Watch TV.
During lunch, i fixated on Discovery channel, watching Extreme Engineering. Definitely the engineer within me trying to find reprieve from all that innane international relations banter i've been subjected to for the past week. Apparently, i miss coding so much that i actually went tokopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098499039665561542004-10-23T10:19:00.000+08:002004-10-23T10:37:19.666+08:00red ladle,
pink flower,
jazzy easy,
yellow receiver,
wall poster,
colorful rich,
empty park bench,
A little excursion into the uncharted .
and i found a little window of bliss.
Space is everything that lies between two objects.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098226949247768572004-10-20T06:36:00.000+08:002004-10-20T07:02:29.246+08:00I think i am becoming more reclusive. From what used to be a high school jock, social butterfly (jeez, my choice of words are giving away my stand), i have became a recluse. Or at least, semi recluse. I still go for classes.
The main reason i like to blame it on is TV. The main reason i blame on is me. For some reason, 'hanging out' didn't seem as appealing as ever. A good day is when i have kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098164771539836782004-10-19T13:33:00.000+08:002004-10-19T13:50:52.370+08:00I attended a lecture by a guest lecturer today. Guess from the following terms that she used, what kind of lecture it was?
extensible patterning ...
... pattern space
infinite expansionable space ...
reflexive space
dimetrically symmetrical space
space with no shadow
spatial equilibrium
elevated equilibrium ...
spatial configuration
spatial transformation
*this is a good one*
perceptual kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098146503082997912004-10-19T08:40:00.000+08:002004-10-19T08:41:43.083+08:00There are an incredible amount of sucky recipes out there for curry. Whoever is up there, just let me make the best curry today and i will set it right once and for all.
My poor guinea pigs friends. Heh.
I am at a stage of life where i've experienced enough to know that i know almost nothing except that I've experienced almost nothing.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1098092840563412002004-10-18T17:34:00.000+08:002004-10-18T17:47:20.563+08:00I swear i am hooked onto TV. Just when i finally uninstalled that malicious game yesterday, i realize today that i am hooked onto something of comparble evil. For some reason, the acerbic wit in the Family guy and Futurama have particular strong appeal to me. So much so that i rejected party and dinner invitations over the weekend, of course under the pretext that i had to finish a paper, which ikopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1097998692036416102004-10-17T15:20:00.000+08:002004-10-17T15:38:12.036+08:00Instead of writing my paper about Japan and the Pacific war, i am back here. It seems that sucuumbing to a brief period of busy-ness inadvertently led to the complete dearth of entries from me. But in this sporadic update, here is my current life.
Stanford is very nice. The people in my graduate program are from many corners of the world. Spanish, Lithuathian, Indian, Japanese, Korean, there is kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1096738634487683742004-10-03T01:33:00.000+08:002004-10-03T01:37:14.530+08:00Its been such a long time since i last blogged. Somehow, in the process of getting by the days of work, it just steamrolled all the creative energy within me. Something about the conventionalities and having to conform that takes its toll, i guess.
But right now, i am back. The vibrant intellectual environment of Stanford has once again watered the withered fields of creative expression within kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1093804849623137412004-08-30T01:45:00.000+08:002004-08-30T02:40:49.623+08:00Its the first time i've been so caught up with the Olympics. Not that i am a die hard fan now, but 4 years ago i was in the army, and another 4 years back, i could not be bothered.
But for some reason, i now have the time, and perhaps better appreciation for what is being represented. From the track to the pool to the field, it's the drama of life all compressed into a tight, exciting schedule.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1093459200717161172004-08-26T01:46:00.000+08:002004-08-26T10:48:58.523+08:00I am alive.
And i apologize for my irresponsible absence. *if there are still any readers left*
So what have i been up to for the past 2 weeks that has so completely devoured my writing and the writer in me.
For a start, lets look at what i have been doing.
1) Falling back to the good/bad old regime of gaming. The new subject of interest is an explosive mix of Warcraft III Frozen Throne, new kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1092973533913061892004-08-20T11:44:00.001+08:002004-08-20T11:45:33.913+08:00Lets see if i can blog at work.
I am at a stage of life where i've experienced enough to know that i know almost
nothing except that I've experienced almost nothing.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1092973515192159922004-08-20T11:44:00.000+08:002004-08-20T11:45:15.193+08:00testing
I am at a stage of life where i've experienced enough to know that i know almost
nothing except that I've experienced almost nothing.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1091989906740167342004-08-09T01:50:00.000+08:002004-08-09T02:50:00.333+08:00A leopard can never change its spots.While doing my routine bedtime reading (routine in the once a fortnight fashion), i came across this delightful hardcover book. Unlike other books, this book had no title. Instead of any coherent exterior that hints of contents beneath, the front and back was made up of colorful pictures with teddy bears in it.
And if at this point, you occur any thoughts consisting of words remotely linked kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1091727171429339132004-08-06T01:01:00.000+08:002004-08-06T01:43:17.956+08:00My week:
1. Anyone who believes that humans have not evolved is wrong. Under the precarious environment of a small enclosed space, filled with a curious mix of sweats and scents from all walks of life, all mingled up with recycled air-conditioned air, signs of evolution become obvious.
Amongst the vast variety of species evolved under such elusive circumstances would include: Mr Beefcake, Mr kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1091352729253744272004-08-01T16:32:00.000+08:002004-08-02T01:20:38.786+08:00Someone please save my ass. Literally.I was about to talk about my long week. But all the bubbling words in me evaporated 5 minutes ago. After i received a disturbing call.
In my past entry, i mentioned something about being picked up by a guy. So no prizes for guessing who called just now. Before i continue, allow me to describe the unforuntate circumstances under which we met(EEKs. In this situation, words with connations of kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1091029820074265472004-07-28T23:32:00.000+08:002004-07-28T23:50:20.076+08:00I really wish i can write more.
But I am actually bloody tired down. Trying to balance Work, social and family life, and sleep apparently weighs heavy on any other hobbies.
Believe me when i say that i have many things to talk about. Such as Work the beast itself. About how it just gobbles up your whole life, leaving you too drained for the weekends. About how i was picked up by a guy in kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1090610861580453702004-07-24T02:59:00.000+08:002004-07-24T03:30:08.896+08:00Being someone who has never written a movie review before, watching 'I Robot' has certainly pushed me to contribute my small bit to aid the viewership of the movie.
Before jumping into the actual movie, it is not hard to see what we have here. A script adapted from Issac Asimov's famous Robot foundation series, modern CGI graphics bringing reader imagination into onscreen fruition, and Will kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1090347179722130102004-07-21T01:29:00.000+08:002004-07-21T02:51:21.353+08:00Work does not leave one with much energy to write long, insightful and thought provoking pieces. But work does ...
give you a chance to go out for lunch, and witness a wheel fall out of a luxurious Mercedes limo, hopping across the road, in front of the other wide-eyed drivers. Too bad i was too busy laughing to see the driver scrambling across the road, chasing the renegade wheel.
kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1090172266622161482004-07-19T00:57:00.001+08:002004-07-19T02:41:03.603+08:00Dear Dad who was queueing in the express lane with his trolley of gazillion items in Carrefour yesterday night.
I will try hard to put this across in a gentle manner.
Yesterday, behind you, stood me, itching terribly to remind you that you and your cornucopia of a trolley did not belong to an express lane. An express lane which the establishment set up to expedite the paying process for kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1089822643544230022004-07-14T23:59:00.000+08:002004-07-15T00:46:08.856+08:00$33 of sisterly exasperation.Initially, i wanted to write an excruciating entry about how a stomachache started wringing my stomach half way in my 50 minute commute to work. About how it subsided after tormenting me for a good half of what was otherwise a peaceful journey, only to return with fiercer, more painful and sporadic squeezes after i was forced to sprint after my second bus. How i alighted from that second ride, kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1089743051721405212004-07-14T01:46:00.000+08:002004-07-14T02:29:10.916+08:00I went missing because ...I sold myself to the devil called Work. Nothing much, except that i finally, begrudgingly forced myself to join Work and his minions. Selling my sleep, i crawl out of my bed at 7.30 am and negotiate the morning rush hour. Work, being himself, is extremely boring. And of course, for the lack of opportunities and the reality of fetching the dough, i gave up on my ideal of relief teaching and kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1089408350845313462004-07-10T04:30:00.000+08:002004-07-10T05:30:14.840+08:00How to stay out of trouble when in a relationship/marriageSingapore's very own John Gray speaks....
1. If you are in a relationship/marriage, you become a Brad Pitt/Nicole Kidman INSTANTLY. Everyone of the opposite sex is scheming to get into your pants/skirt.
2. Once in a relationship, all other members of the opposite sex are evil, scheming, amorous agents of a pyramid selling scheme. They get commission from the devil himself for breaking up your kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1089172478073487772004-07-07T11:50:00.000+08:002004-07-07T11:54:49.606+08:00Hong Kong: Everything else!Enough of shopping. Another main tourist activity would be eating. Hong Kong is well known for its dim sum, siu la (roast meats) and wanton noodle (dumpling noodle soup).
Wanton noodle store
The picture above shows a wanton noodle shop which we patronized rather frequently during our stay. The wantons here are incredible as each wanton comes with 4 prawns and fish paste. And unlike Singapore kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1089090609988396812004-07-06T13:05:00.000+08:002004-07-06T13:10:09.986+08:00Dream dream dreamI got myself a pair of pigeons,
a male and a female,
they bred and i got some small cute little pigeons,
and i saw them being fed,
by the mother pigeon through her USB port.
I am at a stage of life where i've experienced enough to know that i know almost nothing except that I've experienced almost nothing.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1088867242632205252004-07-03T22:14:00.000+08:002004-07-04T01:48:13.143+08:00Hong Kong 1: ShoppingAs promised, an entry about my trip to Hong Kong packed with loads of pictures. Pardon the writing as this is written in the middle of my terrible flu.
During the first few hours in Hong Kong, i was struck with the similarity that Hong Kong and Singapore share. The predominantly Chinese composition, the hot and humid summer weather, the modern and beautiful airport, the skyline framed with kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1088576305001620612004-06-30T14:17:00.000+08:002004-06-30T14:18:25.000+08:00Back from HongKong. Stay tuned for pictures and my take on the pearl of Asia.
I am at a stage of life where i've experienced enough to know that i know almost nothing except that I've experienced almost nothing.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1088115771863356282004-06-25T05:38:00.001+08:002004-06-25T06:22:51.863+08:00"What an intoxicating night of international football."
A remark made by the commentator of the Portugal-England match which just ended. I cannot agree more.
I was never much of a football fan. The only traces of any football frenzy in my blood can only be found a long time ago, when Fandi Ahmad, David Lim, Steven Tan, Lim Tong Hai, Abdul Malek, Abbas Saad and co. were still contending for the kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1088086761153026522004-06-24T22:08:00.001+08:002004-06-24T22:41:53.666+08:00A creative writing exercise.Here is a creative writing exercise.
Today, i took an escalator up to the supermarket.
*fill in your creative story here*
Today, i took an escalator down from the supermarket.
Here's my version.
Today, i took an escalator up to the supermarket.
On the escalator, i saw a familiar back.
A familiar back which belonged to my ex's mother.
Who was my could-have-been-mother-in-law for a long time.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1088008454881895862004-06-24T00:22:00.000+08:002004-06-24T00:35:31.690+08:00Sometimes i wish...1. That i am not the eldest in my family.
2. That even if i am the eldest, i do not have to bear the burden of supporting my family until i formally join the workforce.
3. That even if i am the eldest, and have to support my family through all possible legal means, i have enough money to at least deal with that punch-in-the-face $500 cellphone bill.
I need jobs.
I am at a stage of life kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1087927643250450132004-06-23T01:46:00.002+08:002004-06-23T02:11:10.903+08:00The South Korean kidnapped in Iraq has been beheaded. I am gravely saddened and royally pissed off. So are a lot of South Koreans around the world. I am not much for politics, but something tells me the shit has just hit the fan for the South Korean government.
Seoul, i have few words.
Absolutely pathetic brinkmanship.
The news reached me via a small line of words on my TV screen while kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1087746561429733322004-06-20T23:46:00.000+08:002004-06-20T23:49:21.430+08:00Been having the writers block. Not that i can't write, but more because i do not have the conducive environment for me to sit down, ponder and muse. So meanwhile, while i brainstorm for new inspirations and attempt to get my act together again, this is more entertaining. .
I am at a stage of life where i've experienced enough to know that i know almost nothing except that I've experienced kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1087698702273950022004-06-20T10:18:00.000+08:002004-06-20T10:34:18.786+08:00People around me seem to all lack a certain energy, an energy that infuses one with enthusiasm and hunger for life. After talking to Y and S yesterday, this could not have been more evident.
One was facing relationship problems, along the lines of different feelings, no spark and yadda. The other wasn't facing any problems, just that paying for bills and just basically living in Singapore, kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1087460697090746832004-06-17T16:21:00.001+08:002004-06-17T16:24:57.090+08:00I swear plastering a wall to make it smoother is the most tedious work on earth.
At this moment at least.
And apparently, my dad did this for my entire house when i was 7, walls and ceiling, all by himself. That is not forgetting that he made the window grills, (a little of cutting and wielding he says), wardrobe, bookshelves and study tables. All by himself.
I think for some peculiar reasonkopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1087251680574850562004-06-15T06:07:00.000+08:002004-06-15T06:21:20.573+08:00Blogging is taking a beating due to my hectic lifestyle right now. Which will end in exactly a day's time after i am forced to grudgingly part with my uncle's car, of which i have been making full, liberated use of.
Ferrying my parents around, fetching my grandma to hospital, popping by at IKEA an hour before it closes, checking out that famous chao kway teow: everything/everywhere can be done/kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1086722019557124352004-06-09T02:50:00.000+08:002004-06-09T03:22:09.363+08:00Starbucks bohemia.My credit card, my resume, my diploma, my passport, my driver's license. They are society's memory of me. Without them, do i still exist?
Is there more me in me or more you-him-her? You-he-she leaves furniture in my room of existence. Not much room of me for me left. Tidying is in order.
Less is more.
I am at a stage of life where i've experienced enough to know that i know almost nothing kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1086571142156948782004-06-07T09:16:00.000+08:002004-06-07T09:19:02.156+08:00Sometimes, the brash narcisstic exhitbition of blogging can spoil that simple, delectable moment.
Sip bitter coffee with Sarah Mchlachlan playing anyone?
I am at a stage of life where i've experienced enough to know that i know almost nothing except that I've experienced almost nothing.kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1086413571904858922004-06-05T13:18:00.000+08:002004-06-07T09:30:14.786+08:00The Hah Doh Argh day.I really admire Y for his enthusiasm and commitment. After losing a rocket to a tree, and launching a police car and ambulance with the rocket engines strapped to them, he finally built his own rocket.
The launching ceremony was this morning. And it launched so beautifully.
How i wish i still had that passion, that commitment to be able to labor long enough for my efforts to come into fruitionkopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1086249553117875422004-06-03T15:12:00.000+08:002004-06-03T15:59:13.116+08:003.12 am in the morningNothing much really. Just that i really miss staying up late at night. And that i like to believe that i write better at night. So some random mutter.
Rocket science.
Today 4 guys in their mid twenties launched a rocket. A rocket that was left for the garbage. A rocket which was salvaged. A rocket which 2 fellas took out as an excuse to other meaningful and fruitful activities. A rocket which kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1086209604964341872004-06-03T04:46:00.000+08:002004-06-03T05:27:19.646+08:00DustSo i finally finished cleaning, packing and moving. I am out of the house i have lived in for the past 2 years. I've sold my furniture; a sentimental farewell to my mesh chair and bed. In a few days time, i will be out of Pittsburgh, not for good but definitely for a long time.
And i am glad, that i have chosen to take everything easy, to have given myself the time to slowly appreciate my old kopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331119.post-1086036310074081392004-06-01T04:44:00.000+08:002004-06-01T04:45:10.073+08:00i am deriving immeasurable comfort from having a room that has almost nothing, aside from a bed, an empty closet, and two empty tables. It feels really comforting when the room is so empty that you can just leave your key lying on the floor and not worry about it going lost.
I know why.
This room of emptiness provides a reprieve from the complicated life that exists beyond it. In this room ofkopikiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259431590724022651noreply@blogger.com0