Friday, December 10, 2010

I survived Hillman Library.

Yesterday I defied the laws of astronomy (particularly Earth’s rotation) by stretching the length of one day to 29 hours. Yes, my friends, I went to campus at 10AM on Wednesday and got home at 3PM the next day. Here’s the chronology of events that happened in the 29 productive hours:
  • Had two exams yesterday morning.
  • Went to Hillman Library not knowing that I would only get out of it the next morning.
  • Started working on finishing a paper at 3PM (due at 5PM).
  • Labor Economics until 6PM.
  • Did my four-hour shift until 10PM.
  • Started working on another paper (Modern Architecture) from then on until 7AM the next morning.
  • Got myself a coffee and bagel for breakfast.
  • Submitted the paper in class at 11PM.
  • Went to recitation for Russian Fairy Tales at 2PM.
  • Went home at 3PM.
29 straight hours. I crashed soon after.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Melancholic 6th

Talk about truth, talk about lies.
Talk about everything that comes to mind.
Keep on talking, but love speaks louder than words.

It's a matter of pain, it's a matter of pride.
It's a matter of picking out truth from lies.
Matter of fact, love speaks louder than words.

Indeed, the best conversation is when we don't make a sound.

Happy 6th (to you).

Sunday, December 27, 2009

lebuh raya

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The minute people start to trust Google more than they trust themselves...

doomsday. yeah and apparently we're close to 2012 so it wont be surprising really.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


contents as per the title

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Who For You?

If I could paint a sad goodbye;
I’d paint your eyes a clear blue sky.
Pluck you grace from a pale faced moon
And slumber down this tattered room.

If I could find an amber train;
Lord I’d ride it to the bitter end.
Passing hope in the summer bloom;
Passing dreams and a fading tune.

If I should stray amid crimson rose…
Whither angels on wings of gold?
Who for flowers in the month of May?
Who for you on your winter’s day?
Who for flowers in the months of May?
Who for you?

Words & Music by Pete Teo

Sunday, August 2, 2009

I Died From Minerality...

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind has ever conceived.

- Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Saturday, August 1, 2009


this is a blank post. it is totally up to the reader to imagine the contents of this post that is, the reader is free to assume whatever i might want to say. you can't expect me to always tell you something...once in a while, THINK!

Sunday, July 19, 2009


Ahhah! now that's a new verb. I guess I deserve to be MONITORED if I don't do well in my C Programming next time.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

What the...

Now this is one of the many reasons why I shouldn't have gone back to Malaysia.

But oh well, I guess I really need a break from all those stressful programming assignments and indulge myself with superb, tasty and CHEAP Malaysian foods. But ahh...Paul McCartney! That's a living Beatle I just missed. And considering MJ's sudden passing, I'm starting to worry if I will ever get a chance to see at least one of the two remaining Beatles perform before they go on to meet John and George. New Yorkers, boooo! that's just not fair!

You want music?

So you want music? Let's go all the way down to the roots. Now isn't it hard not to find beauty in simplicity?