Saturday, July 11, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
mid week
Two more days till end of the work week and I hope it's gonna be uneventful.
I promise myself I'd turn in early every night but somehow, it doesn't turn out how I'd really like myself to. When I can't tear myself away from bed the next morning, I wish I had kept my promise.
I'd like to work out on the stepper before bed tonight. That'll be a really nice treat after all the feasting the last few days. Fat-ism is drawing near.
I made promises to people that I'd get back to serious running some time. I'm still not sure how that's going to happen but I'm going to try (my best) to work towards it.
The other night I dreamt I was writing furiously on the Economics examination papers. I knew I didn't have any idea in mind what I was writing but I knew I was rushing for time.
I don't think that's how it's gonna be in real life though. I am counting down to the final papers now that I'm (finally) done and over with the project.
I promise myself I'd turn in early every night but somehow, it doesn't turn out how I'd really like myself to. When I can't tear myself away from bed the next morning, I wish I had kept my promise.
I'd like to work out on the stepper before bed tonight. That'll be a really nice treat after all the feasting the last few days. Fat-ism is drawing near.
I made promises to people that I'd get back to serious running some time. I'm still not sure how that's going to happen but I'm going to try (my best) to work towards it.
The other night I dreamt I was writing furiously on the Economics examination papers. I knew I didn't have any idea in mind what I was writing but I knew I was rushing for time.
I don't think that's how it's gonna be in real life though. I am counting down to the final papers now that I'm (finally) done and over with the project.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Assignments Saturday & Sunday
I decided to write a post even though I don't have anything in mind to write. I've been so uninterested in things for a long time now hence the lack of posts for...a long time now.
It's Sunday evening now, and as usual at this time of the weekend, i begin to think the weekend is too short. From tonight as with other normal Sunday nights, I will have to turn in early for the next 5 nights and struggle to wake up early for the next 5 mornings.
I spent the whole of yesterday working on an assignment related to Natural Gas. Besides this blog, that was probably the most intellectual essay I've ever written in my entire life (I think). I've never cared about the production and extraction, demand and supply of Natural Gas. And then I was compiling my research on that not because I was genuinely interested but because I had to. Not many people I know put much thought into stuff like that, really.
Today, I did an assignment on consumer behaviour, which is definitely on a more interesting note than Natural Gas.
Lately, I have been thinking about picking up a new hobby. I think I may want to buy a camera. Nope, not for candid use. I haven't done enough research to decide what I need and what I should get. I'm so out of touch with technology (even mobile phones) that I feel old. The Nikon D series produce results that look convincing. I won't be gettin me any of that anytime now tho, but I do lust for it in my heart. Maybe I should look into Canon too.
It's Sunday evening now, and as usual at this time of the weekend, i begin to think the weekend is too short. From tonight as with other normal Sunday nights, I will have to turn in early for the next 5 nights and struggle to wake up early for the next 5 mornings.
I spent the whole of yesterday working on an assignment related to Natural Gas. Besides this blog, that was probably the most intellectual essay I've ever written in my entire life (I think). I've never cared about the production and extraction, demand and supply of Natural Gas. And then I was compiling my research on that not because I was genuinely interested but because I had to. Not many people I know put much thought into stuff like that, really.
Today, I did an assignment on consumer behaviour, which is definitely on a more interesting note than Natural Gas.
Lately, I have been thinking about picking up a new hobby. I think I may want to buy a camera. Nope, not for candid use. I haven't done enough research to decide what I need and what I should get. I'm so out of touch with technology (even mobile phones) that I feel old. The Nikon D series produce results that look convincing. I won't be gettin me any of that anytime now tho, but I do lust for it in my heart. Maybe I should look into Canon too.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Goodbye MJ
Me, like everyone else, was shocked by the news of Michael Jackson's passing on the morning of 26th June (local time). The marquee on Channel NewsAsia stated he had died and my initial thought was probably suicide from OD. I was still trying to digest the fact that MJ had gone so soon. Too soon. I was sad but not devastated. I wasn't a massive fan but I couldn't deny that his music had carved some significance in different stages of my life.
My uncle had a LP of MJ's music videos which was the source of motivation for me to visit Grandma over the weekend. I was probably only 6 years old, really liked my Grandma but didn't enjoy her consistent chatter. I didn't mind it but there was absolutely nothing else for me to do there but watch sesame street and the MJ LP. My favourite video had to be "Thriller", which I watched it over and over again. I was fascinated by the story plot, the dance moves and of course, the creepy zombies. Actually, I still think that that was probably the best MTV i've ever seen.
During my teens, there were MJ songs which I'd play repeatedly and even sang along to them.
MJ's scandals didn't bother me. I felt more disturbed by how drastically he was transforming physically over the years. He was getting whiter, always potraying a pale and sad figure whenever he was photographed not trying to hide his face in any manner. He seemed tormented by what the world and media were talking about him. I was guilty of scoffing at the extent of plastic surgery he underwent and I had always wondered why did he have to do that. Would life had been better for him if he hadn't done anything to his physical self? His life probably wouldn't have to end this way.
A week has passed and nobody is certain how MJ died. I have become uninterested by now and really, it does not matter. It's not going to change how he has been perceived by the media. Maybe it would be better left unknown and let the King of Pop be remembered for the good he had done.
My uncle had a LP of MJ's music videos which was the source of motivation for me to visit Grandma over the weekend. I was probably only 6 years old, really liked my Grandma but didn't enjoy her consistent chatter. I didn't mind it but there was absolutely nothing else for me to do there but watch sesame street and the MJ LP. My favourite video had to be "Thriller", which I watched it over and over again. I was fascinated by the story plot, the dance moves and of course, the creepy zombies. Actually, I still think that that was probably the best MTV i've ever seen.
During my teens, there were MJ songs which I'd play repeatedly and even sang along to them.
MJ's scandals didn't bother me. I felt more disturbed by how drastically he was transforming physically over the years. He was getting whiter, always potraying a pale and sad figure whenever he was photographed not trying to hide his face in any manner. He seemed tormented by what the world and media were talking about him. I was guilty of scoffing at the extent of plastic surgery he underwent and I had always wondered why did he have to do that. Would life had been better for him if he hadn't done anything to his physical self? His life probably wouldn't have to end this way.
A week has passed and nobody is certain how MJ died. I have become uninterested by now and really, it does not matter. It's not going to change how he has been perceived by the media. Maybe it would be better left unknown and let the King of Pop be remembered for the good he had done.
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