oh well. my little write up on my rather, un-indepth philosophy on paint and my response on being emotionless robots has once again magiked into thin air thanks to blogger. remind me to shift to diary-x sometime soon.
but since it was rather heart-felt, let me try to recall everything written than, though it can nvr contain the same meaning as it once did.
Paint.
an array of colours.
thats what life is.
and we are but a blob of point thrown into this world of colours.
to keep it simple and foregoing the equation 'y=Ge^x' i just was reflecting on how we all have abit of each other in us. the different fradments are evident that we all have specks and glimpses of each other's peccadillos. to be somewhat explicit, i can still see the hendonistic bit in lumster and the gigas-icity in the existentialist. they both have each other's idiasyncracy, whether they like it or not.
(will fully elaborated when inspiration is re-gained')
today was a fun day of mugging.
not exactly in the perspective of mugging, but it was fun nonetheless.
had lunch at cafe cartel and witnessed a spar between kevyn and bryan.
it was like the showdown between the 2 most prominant 'suan-ers' of our time.
oysters, beef patties, crumbs, leftovers in the teeth.
it was totally hilarious.
it almost became virtually impossible to take a bite without pausing to choke profusely.
not exacly productive, but at least i got the chinese high Amath papers out of the way.
besides the fun and calculations, we had a little discussion over dinner regarding friendship and emotions.
i've personally seen many guys wish they nvr knew the word.
they wish they nvr knew what it was like to feel.
one too many times they've been hurt.
its bad enough to feel for others, more so for oneself.
(mind you, i'm just recalling phrases here and there. whatever that comes to mind.)
often, we cant seem to get out of the spiral to despair.
controlling one's emotion is no easy task, but once mastered can be steered to our full benefit.
but still, i chose to feel.
admire the whole notion of it all. i love the random feature of moodswings and the unpredictablity of playing sensitivity politics. i simply adore the fact that one cannot tie it down to some computer and hence forecast our every step and action. if our minds were confined to the runnign of gears and other machinerey, life would become all so monotonous and dull. its the fact that no equation can be attached to the human logical dedcuation ability that makes life spiced up as it is today.
i'm rambling to talking absolute trash.
must be nature's hint to get me to move away form the com and towards the acidity of carboxylic acids.
A1HM
Nil Sine Labore.
but since it was rather heart-felt, let me try to recall everything written than, though it can nvr contain the same meaning as it once did.
Paint.
an array of colours.
thats what life is.
and we are but a blob of point thrown into this world of colours.
to keep it simple and foregoing the equation 'y=Ge^x' i just was reflecting on how we all have abit of each other in us. the different fradments are evident that we all have specks and glimpses of each other's peccadillos. to be somewhat explicit, i can still see the hendonistic bit in lumster and the gigas-icity in the existentialist. they both have each other's idiasyncracy, whether they like it or not.
(will fully elaborated when inspiration is re-gained')
today was a fun day of mugging.
not exactly in the perspective of mugging, but it was fun nonetheless.
had lunch at cafe cartel and witnessed a spar between kevyn and bryan.
it was like the showdown between the 2 most prominant 'suan-ers' of our time.
oysters, beef patties, crumbs, leftovers in the teeth.
it was totally hilarious.
it almost became virtually impossible to take a bite without pausing to choke profusely.
not exacly productive, but at least i got the chinese high Amath papers out of the way.
besides the fun and calculations, we had a little discussion over dinner regarding friendship and emotions.
i've personally seen many guys wish they nvr knew the word.
they wish they nvr knew what it was like to feel.
one too many times they've been hurt.
its bad enough to feel for others, more so for oneself.
(mind you, i'm just recalling phrases here and there. whatever that comes to mind.)
often, we cant seem to get out of the spiral to despair.
controlling one's emotion is no easy task, but once mastered can be steered to our full benefit.
but still, i chose to feel.
admire the whole notion of it all. i love the random feature of moodswings and the unpredictablity of playing sensitivity politics. i simply adore the fact that one cannot tie it down to some computer and hence forecast our every step and action. if our minds were confined to the runnign of gears and other machinerey, life would become all so monotonous and dull. its the fact that no equation can be attached to the human logical dedcuation ability that makes life spiced up as it is today.
maybe our minds can be summed up in an equation, but its beyond our comprehension. therefore, all forecasting of master-minding involves instint. instinct and attempting to master something bigger than itslef alike is true-blue art.
i'm rambling to talking absolute trash.
must be nature's hint to get me to move away form the com and towards the acidity of carboxylic acids.
A1HM
Nil Sine Labore.