in long day's journey into night, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

"Look in my face. My name is Might-Have-Been; I am also called No More, Too Late, Farewell."

James Tyrone Jr: a ruined man, unable to even care for himself, but all the same he tries to help or protect others.



can't put the book down now. love the book too much. for my own sake.
anyone care to buy me a hardcover version of the book for a christmas gift? ;)

olympic jinx wins!



AUSTRALIA 2 HOLLAND 1 after extra time

after 30 years of heartbreak, australia finally wins their first oylmpic hockey tournament. always the bridesmaid, never the bride. yay. wahahahahahahah.



i want!
but it looks like my palm top. LOL!

hurhur. 2 more days before i face the firing squad. like YEAY. i think.

a message to a worthy friend:

hey melv. if u're reading this.
i wanna say this:

good luck for ur prelims!

i know AC is buttfucking ppl with their maths paper. i still can't do alot of sections.
u still must press on man. u can do it!


"My fellow Singaporeans, serving you has been the highest honour of my life."

"You have walked many hills and valleys with me, my fellow Singaporeans, my heart is always with you."

hehe. supposed to go out on national day eve to watch fireworks. but the desire to watch Goh Chok Tong's final speech as PM on TV was greater.

and yes, i think it's worth it if u ask me. his speech is better than any of those fireworks u can ever see. it has a longer lasting impact than something that shoots up into the air, leaving behind seconds of exasperation at the pretty colours. amazingly i was more interested in a speech tt was less dynamic. sorry if u wanna label me as a PAP supporter, but ya. i still think he's one of the most down-to-earth politicians i've seen. (our president is ahem ahem, different. in ways) LOL. but ya. i was moved by his speech. not by the words. but by its earnest delivery (and his sincere smiles). couldn't help but feel an inevitable sense of pity that this man is stepping down. 14 years man.

after 14 years of hardwork, graciously stepping down after that, still like a humble man. now that's a PM tt deserves respect.

now all i want is a photograph with him and an autograph. :D


dear diary. this is what i have learnt abt sports.

- on thursday. i learnt the beauty in street soccer. a game not about scoring goals, but rather abt slotting the ball between the legs of ur opponent and shouting "ole!" in the most retarded fashion in a desperate attempt to be funny. after countless occasions of disposession and goals against my team, i can proudly say i have nutmegged many players (some several times).

- after one blood donation drive,
5 hours of badminton,
3 hours of soccer,
0.5 hours of swimming,
0.5 hours of hockey,
6 rounds of running,
i still haven't lost any weight. in fact, i kinda gained like 1.5kg. like thanks man. now i'm at 62kg. 4kg away from my ideal weight. hurhur.

it's time to implement at new daily training routine. ;)



ANYWAY.
john smith was talking abt the poem deja vu the other day and kinda linked it to Long Day's Journey into Night. i liked what he said.

about how the family, at the end, is essentially where they were when they day began. blaming each other. arguing over the same issue. trying to love but inevitable bringing out the hate. tearing at the same old flesh wound that won't go away. within in a cycle that won't stop. only thing is that the youngest kid has consumption, something else to add to their misery. poor Eugene O' Neill.

deja vu. deja vu. my life is something like that too yeah.
still at the same point day after day, wondering whether i can make it to uni. waking up, trying to motivate myself to study hard, like my O lvl days. then giving up by midday, with a helpless resignation that the glory days are over. then in the evening, get hit by a bout of desperation which forces me to pick up the scraps and hope that i can make it in the end anyway, only for it to repeat the next day.

i can't seem to break out of this cycle. i feel like i'm a claustrophobic trapped in a stone walled enclosed space where i'm clawing at the thick wall with my nails already broken and my fingers bleeding. that's how i feel now. desperate. motivated by fear. driven by instinct.


Congrats to Romanis for winning the John Smith Rugby 7s Championship 2004 for the 2nd time. heh