any of you guys intending to go out anytime after thursday night...just give me a call, drop me a message, send me a smoke signal or carrier pegion or something.

i don't intend to go out much except to see music-related stuff at ulu places which i doubt anyone would be interested to come. and other than that i'll be doing work at home to earn the dough to buy myself a strat (guitar) before the GST goes to 7%. and doing other stuff like clearing out my junk and doing some re-wiring of the electronic stuff in my room.

yesh. since i have the whole house to myself till next friday i think i'm going to make full use of it. if u all want can come over and camp...don't think can have BBQ though unless anyone has a pit. oh well...anyone with any bright ideas please feel free to tell me.

oh and jac, andrea says we should meet up. i'm fine with anything (as usual)

seesh, did i mention i'm so dead for electronics tomorrow? ARGH. 2 more papers. why do all my fellow engin friends seem to be ending tomorrow?

the amount of money i spend on my music is totally insane. by music i don't just mean guitars and effects and amp stuff...i mean like music players, CDs, VCDs, DVDs etc. darn, but can i help it if i live to listen to music?

anyways i'm going to take a nap now...before EG later. sigh so tired. maths sucked today in case anyone's wondering. it was just painful expanding that stupid equation 4 layers of fraction long/high. and only to end up unable to integrate it. ARGH. i wonder how badly i'm going to do for this exam. ever since year 1 sem 1 nothing's been the same anymore.

trying to find excuses to not study fluid mechanics...argh.

Which Member of U2 Are You?



You're The Edge! Edge is the beanie-sporting lead guitarist of U2.
He has an Irish-Welsh accent and enjoys documentaries on owl droppings. What a catch!

today's battle status:

things could have been worse i guess.

so what if i got a seat in the first row right in front of the chief invigilator in the hall,

so what if the one invigilator was taking video clips of us suffering with his palm-top,

so what if the other invigilator was reading a science magazine aloud to herself,

so what if the other 2 invigilators were talking about some research thingy they are currently doing,

so what if there was this weird ang-moh invigilator smiling (seems like at me but i really really hope not) nearly 90% of the time during the paper,

so what if i felt sick half-way during the paper and i couldn't shift in my seat because everytime i did, that freaky guy would smile wider

...so i was rather NOT distracted by all the random and unimportant stuff going on around me.

but i do wonder if i was seated at the back or somewhere in the middle i would be able to finish the question which i did halfway through because my brain simply could not process anymore visual images.

but it's alright, since many feel that it was bad, means i still stand a chance. yes, i'm getting increasingly cruel and mean, but that's how the world is...isn't it?

now i'm just hoping the rest of the world screws their life up so that i have a chance of getting nice GPA scores this sem.

but of course, my chances would be a lot better if i actually sat down and mange to keep my eyes open while i study. oh wells what can i say...i'll just settle for the former.

nope i'm not dead YET. nearly there though...a song struck me today and just thought i'd record it.

Lemon by U2. they say the Pop album was terrible this song included. but i like it! and it sort of grows on you after a while...and the lyrics of the chorus is nice...

anyway, they say bono's mother wore lemon perfume...and look at the captions at the bottom of the video. yes, just listen to it, and give it a chance...it's nice. oh! oh! last but not least, i like the way bono says "LEMON!" haha...cool bananas lemons!

Lemon - U2

Lemon, see-through in the sunlight.
She wore lemon, see-through in the daylight.
She's gonna make you cry, she's gonna make you whisper and moan.
When you're dry she draws water from a stone.
I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowly slippin' under.
I feel like I'm holding on to nothing.
She wore lemon to colour in the cold grey night.
She had heaven and she held on so tight.

A man makes a picture, a moving picture
through the light projected, he can see himself up close.
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare.
He turns his money into light to look for her.
And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore.
And I feel like I'm swimming out to her.

Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Lemon, see-through in the sunlight.

A man builds a city, with banks and cathedrals.
A man melts the sand so he can see the world outside.
A man makes a car, and builds a road to run (them) on.
A man dreams of leaving, but he always stays behind.

You’re gonna meet her there
She’s your destination
You gotta get to her
She’s imagination
And these are the days when our work has come asunder.
And these are the days when we look for something other.

Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.

A man makes a picture, a moving picture;
Through light projected, he can see himself up close.
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare.
He turns his money into light to look for her.
Gotta meet her there
She’s your destination
There’s no sleeping there
She’s imagination
She is the dreamer, she's imagination.
Through the light projected, he can see himself up close.