Thursday, December 24, 2009

sentimental kills

I cant stop being a worry-wart
Today my samples seemed to be having rare contamination
If it is, that means my effort will be gone
Gone are my christmas' eve and christmas, doing something that did not work

I worry about FYP
Worry that I cant get what I want in the end
It must be at least an A-, else i'll need to bang my head on wall
But does it really matter?
Sometimes i just feel like giving up
All those frustrations
Are they hinting me on sth? that I shouldnt continue anymore?

Sometimes I really hate myself
For being easily beaten up
However, I tried
And I'll be trying
Clinging to the tiny ray of hope and climb up this wall of obstacle

So beautifully said, but will I be able to do it?
Maybe, only heaven knows

Sentimental kills. Fuck You!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5BfqKEEQiI

Sunday, December 13, 2009

More thought

I met Qian today on bus, both going to lab.
"So r u goin to do a postgrad?"
“No, I can't stand lab." She said.
I was taken aback for no reason.
And then I figured it out. Probably because there is no trace of regret in her eyes, despite her amazing cap point.
I just can't stop thinking about this matter.
Doing a postgrad?Doing a postgrad not?
People always say ,"follow your heart."
The problem is my heart is directionless as well.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

And I'm back

Here. After more than 10 months of hiatus.
And I'm turning this place to a ranting avenue, as this is the lesser read blog

I do not want to spread my misery to somebody else
no I don't, but sometimes you just feel so damn frustrated and no one will ever understand you
Yeah, no one no one
but you cant rant it somewhere else and you feel the compulsion to blog
And that's it

But those entries, about us saddened by somethings or some asses, are real but cannot represent us.
That is because we have each chosen a mask. A mask to mask our misery, our pride, our ignorance and even innocence. For the society does not behave the way we want, but want us to behave the way it wants.

And so we pretend, letting a guardian to guard the gate of true-self. Few people are granted the access, only family and some close friends maybe.

Pretending is a skill that needs to be mastered. Someone who tried too hard to pretend looks so unreal that he became a hypocrite. Someone, however, can pretend so naturally that everyone thinks that that is his true-self.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

葡萄成熟時

真快
sep要結束了
9天后便會回去炎熱的新加坡了

從剛開始偉伶來接我機
剛到成大沒人說話而寂寞
到后來越來越自在
直至現在不舍的心情
就像在一瞬間發生那樣

感慨也沒有用
最少我用最上等的葡萄
釀了一壇最香醇的酒

哈哈
還有很多游記
現在已經很懶惰寫了
看以后有沒有興致再補上吧

今天要貼的是和同學老師的合照


倫理課





西班牙語課
很多美女的說,不要羨慕我哈哈









臺語課





臺語課結束后,我們去吃越南河粉
沒錯圖里的女生都是越南人