its late at night. still cant sleep. been like that the past couple of nights.
im bored.

i look out the window and see an empty mrt station and empty roads.
the night air so crisp. bought this mini christmas tree from ikea earlier today, or more of yesterday. and its sitting beside me as i type.

funny how some times, there are people who are helpful. so helpful. but the more helpful they become the less helpful they become. you know? BOOMZ. the irony of life perhaps. too much of everything and it back fires big time. like eating too much chilli padi to set a camp olympics record you think you've won and then it back fires you get a stomach upset.

chemistry stares at me in the face and tells me it needs to be studied. but no chemical equilibria is so so boring. okay maybe not, not more than two pages have been read.

hate it how giving up is always the easiest way out of things. hate it how you hear "I GIVE UP" so readily, especially when it counts the most. why is serena williams so good? cause she never gives up. and she's already won 13 grand slam titles. she can be down a set, down two breaks in the second and still fight back to win the match. give her eight match points in a row she'd probably win seven and a half of those points before she cracks. why would anyone give up on anything? the battle isnt over until the last soldier is dead. or whatever analogy you wanna use.

oh the best is, even before the battle and you say you give up. you deserve a beating if that's you. i mean, did you even try? why say lose when you havent even tried? even before the first shot is struck, pardon me im a racket sport player, you tell yourself this match is going to be bad. do you require scolding? no, maybe its because you run away from the situation whenever someone raises his or her voice at you. do you need your friends to pester you to the brink of violence? to the point where you shout at your friends to shut up? what kind of messed up thinking is that. no one should ever think of giving up before stepping on the court. oh by the way, no particular person being shot at here, just a random rant on how giving up always seems like the easy way out when it isnt.

on a random note, i was asked this question a few months back by schoolmate: out of the five love languages which one is the most powerful? after very very deep profound pondering, i very much think its the sense of touch. when someone is crying, placing an arm around the person would solve everything. when you're happy, a high five with your friend would accentuate the elation. when you're in love, im sure i wouldnt have to elaborate. of course, a double edge sword cuts both ways.

psychology intrigues me. maybe i'd do that next time. human behaviour and things like that. walk down orchard road and you know who is whose best friend, who are lovers and who are having a quarrel. they call this "people watching"? yeah quite true and its fun.

okay time to sleep tomorrow's a packed day for crying out loud. bye.

its late at night. still cant sleep. been like that the past couple of nights.
im bored.

i look out the window and see an empty mrt station and empty roads.
the night air so crisp. bought this mini christmas tree from ikea earlier today, or more of yesterday. and its sitting beside me as i type.

funny how some times, there are people who are helpful. so helpful. but the more helpful they become the less helpful they become. you know? BOOMZ. the irony of life perhaps. too much of everything and it back fires big time. like eating too much chilli padi to set a camp olympics record you think you've won and then it back fires you get a stomach upset.

chemistry stares at me in the face and tells me it needs to be studied. but no chemical equilibria is so so boring. okay maybe not, not more than two pages have been read.

hate it how giving up is always the easiest way out of things. hate it how you hear "I GIVE UP" so readily, especially when it counts the most. why is serena williams so good? cause she never gives up. and she's already won 13 grand slam titles. she can be down a set, down two breaks in the second and still fight back to win the match. give her eight match points in a row she'd probably win seven and a half of those points before she cracks. why would anyone give up on anything? the battle isnt over until the last soldier is dead. or whatever analogy you wanna use.

oh the best is, even before the battle and you say you give up. you deserve a beating if that's you. i mean, did you even try? why say lose when you havent even tried? even before the first shot is struck, pardon me im a racket sport player, you tell yourself this match is going to be bad. do you require scolding? no, maybe its because you run away from the situation whenever someone raises his or her voice at you. do you need your friends to pester you to the brink of violence? to the point where you shout at your friends to shut up? what kind of messed up thinking is that. no one should ever think of giving up before stepping on the court. oh by the way, no particular person being shot at here, just a random rant on how giving up always seems like the easy way out when it isnt.

on a random note, i was asked this question a few months back by schoolmate: out of the five love languages which one is the most powerful? after very very deep profound pondering, i very much think its the sense of touch. when someone is crying, placing an arm around the person would solve everything. when you're happy, a high five with your friend would accentuate the elation. when you're in love, im sure i wouldnt have to elaborate. of course, a double edge sword cuts both ways.

psychology intrigues me. maybe i'd do that next time. human behaviour and things like that. walk down orchard road and you know who is whose best friend, who are lovers and who are having a quarrel. they call this "people watching"? yeah quite true and its fun.

okay time to sleep tomorrow's a packed day for crying out loud. bye.