<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:08:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::: driven before the winds [v4.2] :::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>555</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-115124590225195379</id><published>2006-06-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:35:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I told him, you know. I told him years ago.It was at the end of my reign. I closed the final door to Hell, and I told him... I told him that i owed him much for having given me the impetus to go. I told him that there was always freedom, even the ultimate freedom, the freedom to leave. You don't have to stay anywhere forever."- Lucifer, The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaimanthis will be my last post here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/115124590225195379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/115124590225195379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115124590225195379' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-115055884059215548</id><published>2006-06-17T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:40:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it just occured to me that this may be the last post i do before i disrupt from army. nevertheless, prepared for it already, gotten the gifts, waiting to wrap up any loose ends, and looking forward to pre-departure course and then some time off.anyway, was supposed to go coco latte yesterday but people suddenly canceled when i reached, so in the end i was left to wander clarke quay alone. still, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/115055884059215548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/115055884059215548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115055884059215548' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-115003218644235905</id><published>2006-06-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:23:06.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"For me, war has become a flat, black, depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhausation of the spirit. In the emergency of war our nation's powers are unbelievable. I have heard soldiers say a thousand times, 'if only we could have created all this energy for something good' But we rise above our normal powers only in times of destruction."- Ernie Pyle, quoted by Stephen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/115003218644235905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/115003218644235905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115003218644235905' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114942398614260298</id><published>2006-06-04T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:26:26.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so many beautiful things to talk about, and yet so little time. the hectic shopping for a laptop, the dance which has beautiful technique but no one understood, pasta fresca, then looking for al dente and a wonderful crab bisque, flirting with jazz@southbridge... well, the time has flown. :) be back soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114942398614260298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114942398614260298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114942398614260298' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114917689103222080</id><published>2006-06-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:48:11.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I begin deliberately with those dizzying surfaces and passageways - movement, an inundation of data, which I think reflects how the world is today - and you have to fight your way through it to get to the stillness and the settledness and the space that begins to open up in those last two chapters. The first chapters make you almost jet-lagged; there's so much information that you can't tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114917689103222080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114917689103222080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114917689103222080' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114821386855010984</id><published>2006-05-21T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:17:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But 'twas ever thus in football: to the winner the cup, to the loser the unshakeable belief that it was all the fault of the referee, life, the universe and God"- Simon Barnes, The Timesso lse it is, and i can't say that i am disappointed. yes, oxford would have been pretty, but the heart of london is a good enough place to be in. besides, there will also be people i know in ucl and king's. my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114821386855010984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114821386855010984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114821386855010984' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114754512420901473</id><published>2006-05-14T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:39:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"it began as a carriage, pulled by two black horses pounding across the waters of night, their hooves striking sparks of tiny stars, splashing through the wet darkness in a wild, tireless gallop. as it reaches the sands that border the dreaming the carriage becomes, without slowing, a train.such a train it becomes, oh! a gleaming black and silver deco dream of a train that clacks along the silver</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114754512420901473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114754512420901473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114754512420901473' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114649044949691433</id><published>2006-05-01T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:38:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"As for travel - we do travel. Extensively. We go to a lovely, salubrious place where honeybees hum, where raindow trout match raindow skies, where the rivers run clean and the air is sweet, where there's beauty around every bend in the sunny dirt road. It's a wonderful place. It's called Bear Country. We go there every day."- Stan and Jan Berenstainfrom the two cartoonists who filled my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114649044949691433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114649044949691433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114649044949691433' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114578938942941114</id><published>2006-04-23T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:49:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place."-Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to A Young Poetwhen i go running up a slope with a rifle and a law tube on my back, i'll remember this quote.this time the bookout was rather short,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114578938942941114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114578938942941114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114578938942941114' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114511747740528054</id><published>2006-04-15T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:11:17.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i suddenly wonder where my angry candy - the harlan ellison one - has gone to. really want to read it again; the introductory title - the wind took your answer away - is desperately longing for something that will never be there again, like the rush of wind in the night, like small memories.but anyway, today was a good day. spent the morning housecleaning, before going over to hon's house and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114511747740528054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114511747740528054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114511747740528054' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114476123620063681</id><published>2006-04-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:13:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogging now from a macdonalds in jurong point, thanks to a nights out that was, well, unexpected. at least there are these little things to brighten up our days.i'm sorry that i didn't understand, though. :(still, i must try to begin and live each day with a smile. there is always that comfort of the sky beyond, flipped over its side.so live.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114476123620063681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114476123620063681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114476123620063681' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114458797421708246</id><published>2006-04-09T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:07:49.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot."- Neil Gaimanand so another weekend passes, but this has been an extremely pleasant one, with beautiful surprises and time well spent. i've come to realise that there are things and people that keep me in there, through everything, and somehow, we live</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114458797421708246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114458797421708246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114458797421708246' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114390932222129234</id><published>2006-04-02T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:46:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments."- Destruction, Brief Lives, Sandman Vol.7just like the stars, which come out in the night, attracting our attention, then wandering off into the day, we flash in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114390932222129234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114390932222129234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114390932222129234' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114278055419204139</id><published>2006-03-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:02:34.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"This isn’t a tale of derring-do, nor is it merely some kind of ‘cynical account’; it isn’t meant to be, at least. It’s a chunk of two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams." (Ernesto Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries)if a few days back i felt out of whack, then yesterday was brilliant, and today strangely sad again. maybe it's just the night, maybe it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114278055419204139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114278055419204139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114278055419204139' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114260890886266815</id><published>2006-03-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:21:48.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feel lost, and a little out of whack. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114260890886266815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114260890886266815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114260890886266815' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114122708878245877</id><published>2006-03-01T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:31:28.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one year ago, i remembered people shedding tears. i'm glad i didn't have to do that today. and i am so proud of, and so happy for, my little kitty. ;)life, forever, will seem beautiful if you look at the peach sunset. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114122708878245877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114122708878245877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114122708878245877' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-114043955923491869</id><published>2006-02-20T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:45:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this, for one, will not be a post about the army. it is ultmately an interesting place, where you see new things and all, but there is a certain dis-passion about it, a certain pallor that hangs over it. maybe it is because it is in the business of war *shrugbut to escape it, i turn to other things, things more colourful, more viviacious, more... present. because in army, you feel detached, away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114043955923491869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/114043955923491869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114043955923491869' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-113870491839023995</id><published>2006-01-31T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:55:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back, and off i go again. sometimes, you get scared of things, but then you realize when there is so much out there which you have left unfinished, so much to hope for, it just spurs you on, beyond everything. and maybe, i shall write something, maybe i shall. i would have you not cry again.and yes, bunny fur and bunny meat are two different things, if you ever read this. ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/113870491839023995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/113870491839023995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113870491839023995' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-113802843275103227</id><published>2006-01-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:00:32.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time only allows for a short post. :( i came back, then fell sick, and so am going back tomorrow. how fast the wheel turns. maybe i am scared. but not matter what, i shall have to face it. what was that quote... yes, even though thou pass through the valley of shadow of death, one day, the sun shall rise again, and the last raindrops will clear from the sky, and the flowers on the ground shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/113802843275103227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/113802843275103227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113802843275103227' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-113659955692952900</id><published>2006-01-07T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T10:05:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i guess this is it, moving away from where i'd always been and going into the army. in some ways it doesn't feel right, i feel as if it's just another camp out there, another stay outside. but it isn't. i'm going away from my family, from friends, and maybe i'll never come back the same. i went back to vj, to see the new junior class, and i felt so old, as if i was patently out of place. too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/113659955692952900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/113659955692952900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113659955692952900' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-113327693156892501</id><published>2005-11-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:08:51.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can’t remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed bride,But something touched me deep insideThe day the music died....such beautiful anarchy. I met a girl who sang the bluesAnd I asked her for some happy news,But she just smiled and turned away.I went down to the sacred storeWhere I’d heard the music years before,But the man there said the music wouldn’t play....somehow, the end of exams </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/113327693156892501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/113327693156892501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113327693156892501' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112852843207108427</id><published>2005-10-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:07:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Letters That You Don't Sendand that comes up here tonight because of its simple, painful statement. it's a long, long letter, but perhaps there's a little voice in it we all can identify, or at least those who have know what it is like to lose someone before. as he says, just tread lightly if you ever decide to read it. it may be your own reflections, your own footsteps.beyond that, been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112852843207108427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112852843207108427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112852843207108427' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112809733907191277</id><published>2005-09-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:22:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"'Cause all of the stars are fading away Just try not to worry, you'll see them some day Take what you need and be on your way And stop crying your heart out..."- Oasis, Stop Crying Your Heart Out prelim results were ok - in fact, can say that i've broken more than even. econs mcq was pretty bad, and i don't really know whether my essays will be as good as i think them to be. ahwell, come what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112809733907191277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112809733907191277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112809733907191277' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112792106429610282</id><published>2005-09-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:24:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"People who truly loved once are far more likely to love again. Sam, do you think there's someone out there you could love as much as your wife?" "Well, Dr. Marcia Fieldstone, that's hard to imagine. I'm gonna get out of bed every morning... breath in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breath in and out... and, then after a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112792106429610282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112792106429610282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112792106429610282' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112775001460489308</id><published>2005-09-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:53:34.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Not here, not now.""I know.""Then why come here?"Her blue eyes opened and sparkled. "New memories for new dreams."- Grave Convenantthree things that you normally wouldn't expect to happen happened today:1) justus cancelled on lan.2) mayling beat justus at cards.4) girls screaming when watching there's something about mary (ok, so maybe that was expected with the uncensored version...)but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112775001460489308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112775001460489308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112775001460489308' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112749313702291343</id><published>2005-09-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:38:27.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm baaack. :) somewhat crazier, more sleep-deprived but also more nostalgic.anyway, i'll miss the exams - the days of watching people run themselves into the ground, tying strings, watching the examiner draw pictures of boys and girls, that endless wait after history s, frenzied analysis, chronic hand pain, rushed lunches and sleeping at 9 and waking at 2 and mugging until 6. ah yes, the time of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112749313702291343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112749313702291343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112749313702291343' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112593975715557601</id><published>2005-09-06T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:02:37.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just don't know what to think, or what to say. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112593975715557601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112593975715557601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593975715557601' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112550321957721456</id><published>2005-08-31T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:46:59.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Jazz is capable of doing much more than depicting the dope fiend and the drunk and the slinky gal. In our show there are many very funny sequences where we were able to use jazz as it can be used - in a happy way."- Henry Manciniwas passing by that cd shop at tanglin mall, and just walked in on some sort of compulsion, and for the next half-hour i listened to jazz, standing at the door, halfway </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112550321957721456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112550321957721456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112550321957721456' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112500381051970163</id><published>2005-08-26T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T05:03:30.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again -- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more."-Pico Iyerperhaps i have not traveled here for a long time, nor will do so for long, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112500381051970163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112500381051970163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112500381051970163' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112420720895867979</id><published>2005-08-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:46:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There, on the cloudness night sky, hangs a star that seems to be dimmed by its weight, seems all alone in a desert of black. it is the last good day of the year.a heart is alone to mourn here tonight. "There’s something there...(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)Won’t rest (only minutes, only hours)Unless (now the morning breaks in showers)I guess we’ll remember this all of our livesOn the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112420720895867979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112420720895867979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112420720895867979' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112394863913418736</id><published>2005-08-13T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:57:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will."nice quote, though it doesn't do anything for me now.buckling down, and trying to change everything. running into stone walls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112394863913418736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112394863913418736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112394863913418736' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112394863861556104</id><published>2005-08-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:57:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will."nice quote, though it doesn't do anything for me now.buckling down, and trying to change everything. running into stone walls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112394863861556104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112394863861556104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112394863861556104' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112386632173233225</id><published>2005-08-13T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:06:05.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"They would stand still and observe things like that, and if there was no wind, they would wait patiently, with upturned faces, for the slightest zephyr. They never tired of doing things like that, she told me."- Totto-chan, Tetsuko Kuroyanagithere is a circle, where beyond, the world is filled with light and laughter, joy and sadness. and inside the circle, it is still, the unmoving white, just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112386632173233225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112386632173233225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112386632173233225' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112367848147083339</id><published>2005-08-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:54:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why. why.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112367848147083339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112367848147083339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112367848147083339' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112343445546340226</id><published>2005-08-08T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:07:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"One thing you can't recycle is wasted time." same circle as i thought yesterday, but it got a bit better today. but yes, put that quote up to remind myself how much time i am wasting, and how little i have left.so it stops here.on another note, been reading czeslaw milosz's the witness of poetry, and it is an incredibly powerful book. "the passionate pursuit of the Real" was how he described the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112343445546340226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112343445546340226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112343445546340226' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112334991773252331</id><published>2005-08-07T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T01:38:37.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahwell here it goes again. same circle, same answer tomorrow probably. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112334991773252331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112334991773252331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112334991773252331' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112291036347707564</id><published>2005-08-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:32:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>found my rhythm today, which was good. on to the next day. :)first we runand then we laugh till we cry...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112291036347707564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112291036347707564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112291036347707564' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112282617393002030</id><published>2005-08-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:09:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was a time when everything seemed to be going along well, and then it just all disappeared in a second.no wonder this song struck me so hard these past few daysDaniel Powter - Bad DayWhere is the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost They tell me your blue skies fade to grey They tell me your passion's gone away And I don't need no carryin' on You stand in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112282617393002030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112282617393002030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112282617393002030' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112265410621946112</id><published>2005-07-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:30:59.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You know why you can't do a Matilda? Because I'm doing a Matilda as well!"and that, inspired from a rolling waterbottle, is the quote for today. ;)been a sedate day today, if anyone still knows what that means. perhaps a mixture of laziness - but good laziness - the kind that you don't mind having once in a while as you just want to get away from it all - and smiles, and laughter, and eye </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112265410621946112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112265410621946112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112265410621946112' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112264330507837867</id><published>2005-07-29T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:24:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Icons are for you?(Thank you for #1!! Please check out my other Memes!!) by ladyallieUsernameFavourite ColourSexMaleFemaleYES PLEASE!UndecidedBothNeitherYour Love icon is...Your Sad Icon is...Your Happy Icon is...Your Angry Icon is...Your Food Icon is...Your Animal Icon is...Your Random Icon is...Your Cartoon Icon is...Your Sexy Icon is...Quiz created with MemeGen!hard to decide between this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112264330507837867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112264330507837867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112264330507837867' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112256888749914161</id><published>2005-07-29T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:41:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.- Juan Ramon Jimenez beautiful. absolutely beautiful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112256888749914161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112256888749914161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112256888749914161' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112256507008301951</id><published>2005-07-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:37:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have to admit, been totally out of it for the past few days, which is not a good thing with so many things looming up. but i guess it just came to a head today, which resulted in me just being in a rather bad mood and all. sorry if i have been surly or just distant the past few days - been in a rut that i only just got out of. from now on, no more late nights. though it might be good for work, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112256507008301951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112256507008301951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112256507008301951' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112239858628886639</id><published>2005-07-27T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:26:43.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so yes, there was that rant. but loosened it through maroon 5, linkin park and garbage, and then some quiet music: american in paris slow walk, preludes, liszt and diana krall. and in them, i started closing words together, and felt slightly better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112239858628886639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112239858628886639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239858628886639' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112239600951702714</id><published>2005-07-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:47:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING: RANT AHEAD, PROFANITIES INCLUDED-do not highlight following white space unless prepared-fuck. fuck it all.it's like ramming your head into a stone pillar. what do i do now? because everything i do meets with silence, and nothing else. ah fuck. i can try, and try, and in the end it just doesn't seem to matter. so that just leaves too many things unanswered, unseen where we fear to touch. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112239600951702714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112239600951702714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239600951702714' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112229831653060575</id><published>2005-07-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:31:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, after like two weeks of inactivity, all the midyear results came back today except measure for measure. but i doubt it'll affect anything anyway - i need like a 42/50 (!) to even get a B. so i guess i'll be looking at being A Cute Cuddly Orange. ;) i suppose, given the amount of slacking that i was doing for june hols, that i got basically what i deserved, or maybe even more. :P Apples are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112229831653060575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112229831653060575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112229831653060575' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112221961224257146</id><published>2005-07-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:40:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's mugger time. :)will still be updating, but well, time to play the prelims out first.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112221961224257146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112221961224257146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112221961224257146' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112213858361990804</id><published>2005-07-24T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:09:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>call me strange, but i want very much to hear the beatles now. or bon jovi. or anything that reminds me of something old in the scent, something that i listened too when life was simpler and could be more neatly divided. not that i would have had it any other way it has turned out, but sometimes i think back a little, and picture myself standing and rocking onto can't buy me love, and i wanna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112213858361990804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112213858361990804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112213858361990804' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112178298366225490</id><published>2005-07-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:24:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was an interesting day today. not a brilliant day, but also not a hellish one. just an interesting day.it must have been the rain. i have always believed that raindrops can tell a special story, seen little reflections in them and tasted the cool they bring. perhaps when the rain falls in apparent disorder, each tiny bubble brings back a bt of your past, maybe some small event that races out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112178298366225490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112178298366225490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112178298366225490' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112153247716450479</id><published>2005-07-17T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:47:57.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[08:21:59 PM] /darvish : anyhow. RAB can't have been known to dumbledore.[08:22:03 PM] [illudene] : true[08:22:04 PM] /darvish : and dumbledore knows piles.[08:22:15 PM] /darvish : so... maybe a nonbritish source of help?[08:22:19 PM] [illudene] : maybe[08:22:24 PM] /darvish : [thinks the americans and brits going into iraq together][08:22:30 PM] [illudene] : *gasp or it could be the french! ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112153247716450479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112153247716450479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112153247716450479' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112144355273333148</id><published>2005-07-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:10:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Jesse: Oh, God, why didn't we exchange phone numbers and stuff? Why didn't we do that? Celine: Because we were young and stupid. Jesse: Do you think we still are? Celine: I guess when you're young, you just believe they'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times."-Before Sunsetabout to get the movie from bitorrent, and i can just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112144355273333148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112144355273333148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112144355273333148' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112108439572937355</id><published>2005-07-11T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:21:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BROWNIE BATTER!You scored 92% SWEET, 59% CHUNKY, and 70% UNIQUE! brownie batter ice cream with a rich brownie batter swirlMmmm....you are a very sweet mix indeed! You are warm, loving, and caring to all those around you, but you're not boring in the least! You have a wild streak and a creative, unique streak, too. You are a great friend, an interesting person, and you know how to have fun without</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112108439572937355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112108439572937355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112108439572937355' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112075290018242576</id><published>2005-07-07T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:15:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's arm. "You know what happened?" he hissed excitedly. "He was left alone! He grew up human! He's not Evil Incarnate or Good Incarnate, he's just... a human incarnate - "Neil Gaiman and Terry Prachett, Good Omensstruggled with my mind for a while, but i finally convinced myself to be honest and put this up. that, for me, was the best quote of the story, notwithstanding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112075290018242576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112075290018242576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112075290018242576' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112066621576383783</id><published>2005-07-06T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:10:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.  ~E.M. Cioran, The Tempation to Existfirst, the bad news. i failed maths with a capital F. royal screwup, destroyed, broken, however you want to put it, it's just a disaster. if this is my form for midyears, it's going to take a huge leap forward in terms of prelims. econs isn't that good either</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112066621576383783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112066621576383783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112066621576383783' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112032632624603187</id><published>2005-07-03T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:45:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And thus I clothe my naked villainyWith odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ,And seem I a saint, when most I play the Devil." - William Shakespeare, Richard IIIcleaned up my room and com today from exams. didn't know that my room could be *that* big once it's cleaned properly. but yeah.big highlight of the day was watching downfall at cine, and certainly worth waiting for, with a good movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112032632624603187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112032632624603187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112032632624603187' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-112023850494910928</id><published>2005-07-02T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:25:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Near the office photocopying machine: Are you reproducing? Can I help?"- The 50 Greatest Pickup Lineshilarious quote, and one that comes courtesy of ju's party today :) more on that later, but well, exams are over! haha now finally time to concentrate on things that i've been ignoring: cca stuff, holiday homework, clearing up the mess that has become my room, a bit of belated shopping thrown in,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112023850494910928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/112023850494910928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023850494910928' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111979755938752388</id><published>2005-06-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:52:39.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope. - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.the days seem to pass so fast, but at least they have been pretty enough. best of luck to everyone taking the exams. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111979755938752388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111979755938752388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111979755938752388' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111937457264746206</id><published>2005-06-22T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:22:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once again, the pendulum swung back. i wonder if the depression will end.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111937457264746206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111937457264746206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111937457264746206' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111913290308408198</id><published>2005-06-19T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T06:15:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. - Ray Bradbury such a contrast to that angst-filled post immediately below, but i learnt so many things tonight, just by staying up a bit and trying to do econs. first i sifted through a cupboard and found a chinese essay i had written in sec 3, something about good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111913290308408198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111913290308408198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111913290308408198' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111903498034380947</id><published>2005-06-18T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T11:37:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been climbing all my life, toward a single peak. Now I have reached it, I have stood and felt the wind, I have seen all the world beneath me. Now there is only descent. Only the valley. Would that I had died there, Netley, in that light above the cloudline."- Sir William Gull, From Hellthis quote belongs to a much better post than the one now. i looked out at the stars yeaterday, and i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111903498034380947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111903498034380947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111903498034380947' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111833792136273564</id><published>2005-06-10T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:25:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baby steps. slowly it'll come back. :) just hold tight, and get on the ride.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111833792136273564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111833792136273564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111833792136273564' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111816392508523958</id><published>2005-06-08T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:05:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confused.must be bliss to forgetmust be hell a second later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111816392508523958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111816392508523958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111816392508523958' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111755644640671207</id><published>2005-05-31T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:20:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Rose, oh pure contradiction, joyof being no-one's sleep under so many lids."- Ranier Maria Rilkei am strangely alone tonight. wrapped up in my thoughts, pensive, the kind of air you could cut a hole through and hear the little synapses crackling, tense. i am wondering how to look at the rose, whether the sheep has already eaten, whether it has already been placed on a japanese vase, whether it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111755644640671207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111755644640671207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111755644640671207' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111746712846875386</id><published>2005-05-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:32:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There is nothing to fear except fear itself."- Franklin Rooseveltpsc psychometric test tomorrow. just bring it. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111746712846875386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111746712846875386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111746712846875386' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111737977327882336</id><published>2005-05-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:16:13.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the material things in life may be gone, but the soul still survives.and that was what i learnt for today. been rushing around to try and solve things here and there, and i suppose it's good that the holidays have come. realised that i've been doing things in fits and starts, not really doing anything in the end. so yeah. plan looks to be to hold clean house of homework until tsd exams are over, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111737977327882336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111737977327882336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111737977327882336' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111712651609240479</id><published>2005-05-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:55:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,it is still a beautiful world.---Max Ehrmann, Desideratayes indeed, it is a beautiful world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111712651609240479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111712651609240479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111712651609240479' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111678415263683088</id><published>2005-05-23T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:54:27.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even if we are occupied with important things and even if we attain honor or fall into misfortune, still let us remember how good it once was here, when we were all together, united by a good and a kind feeling which made us perhaps better than we are. - Fyodor Dostoyevskybeen mia for ten days, and generally its been up and down, trying to fill in the gaps in my homework while keeping afloat in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111678415263683088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111678415263683088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111678415263683088' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111591787314461271</id><published>2005-05-13T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T01:12:36.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>slightly better day today, though still off-balance. thursdays drain me more than other days - i suppose it's the s paper lessons that kill everyone, and history and econs consecutively at that. ahwell. friday, sweet friday. :) hope it will be better. still waiting for an answer though.in the meantime, the first part of a poem by lorca the very force of death itself, it is death through the veins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111591787314461271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111591787314461271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111591787314461271' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111581942953699377</id><published>2005-05-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:51:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah dammit all to hell. horrible day today, horrible in every sense of the word. about the only redeeming feature was the fulbright scholars talk, but the fact that it just laid down what was going to happen takes it all away. that, and meeting jeremy and jerlene, but by then i was too caught up already to do much. :( ahwell. should have expected this from a cluster of lessons where i was simply </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111581942953699377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111581942953699377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111581942953699377' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111573994507660125</id><published>2005-05-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:45:45.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>preludes and permutations.hmm, so half a false dawn today. but it's getting closer. i can feel it. :) give me a few more days, and i'll be about done.morning was horrible, but my class brightened it all up by giving me a packet of m&amp;ms out of nowhere. owe youall a big, big one for that. monday kingdom of heaven, yes? :)at least the day got better as it went on - thanks to four breaks' worth of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111573994507660125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111573994507660125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111573994507660125' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111556887760883917</id><published>2005-05-09T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:17:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nothing lasts for forever, with very few exceptions, and amongst these exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered." - Iain M. Bankstook this from claud's journal, and i suddenly found this meaningful in the light that two of my friends have shut down their blogs around the same time. older friends too, who have seen more of life than i have. :) i used to enjoy reading both of theirs, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111556887760883917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111556887760883917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556887760883917' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111548766809082303</id><published>2005-05-08T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:41:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--It gives a lovely light!- Edna St. Vincent MillayRoald Dhal once wrote this as the quote he lived by. it certainly would have been fitting for him, he who wrote of his life shadowed under a fighter plane in boy - i have always found the title a beautiful simplicity - and gave the world charlie, wonka, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111548766809082303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111548766809082303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111548766809082303' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111531126791355001</id><published>2005-05-06T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:41:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There are places and moments in which one is so completely alone that one sees the world entire."- Jules Renardjust dropping in to say i will be away until my sat concludes on saturday. :P in the meantime, the days have slipped by, but nonetheless meaningful and fun. and well, to live life days must be fun. :) so yeah, keep happy everyone, and see youall on sunday. :)mitch, i think you have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111531126791355001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111531126791355001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111531126791355001' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111401898632914188</id><published>2005-04-21T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:43:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why am i still here?it's called love.still believing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111401898632914188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111401898632914188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111401898632914188' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111400812442529531</id><published>2005-04-20T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:42:04.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever gets you thru' your lifeit's alright, it's alright.Do it wrong or do it rightit's alright, it's alright...John Lennon, Whatever Gets You Thru' the Nighttoday, i discovered how precious it was to breathe.went through a long day, six consecutive periods made worse by the fact she wasn't in school. watched a bit of the humanitites quiz, had psc scholarship talk after that, then went for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111400812442529531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111400812442529531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111400812442529531' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111392829769450209</id><published>2005-04-20T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:31:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>four people passed econs test. that's not good. :Pi need a new country wife text sometime soon. considering various editions - if anyone has a good one do tell me. :)and at last i can take a breather from work. once more unto the breach tomorrow though. oh hell i need to play soccer. was so happy when i saw des and yong one day after i blogged about them - they came down for the cj-rj match, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111392829769450209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111392829769450209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111392829769450209' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111357827952420059</id><published>2005-04-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:17:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somehow, this song brings back memories,Elton John - Crocodile RockI remember when rock was youngMe and Suzie had so much funholding hands and skimming stonesHad an old gold Chevy and a place of my ownBut the biggest kick I ever gotwas doing a thing called the Crocodile RockWhile the other kids were Rocking Round the Clockwe were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile RockWell Crocodile Rocking is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111357827952420059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111357827952420059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111357827952420059' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111348785296761442</id><published>2005-04-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:58:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now. - Johann von Goethe you know something? sometimes life tries to give you a little kick. the trouble is, you don't get the hint. now i've got it. time to rock and roll again. :)and i was looking out at parkway today, having bought new headphones which i really do like, and realised i'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111348785296761442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111348785296761442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111348785296761442' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111340888813968438</id><published>2005-04-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:20:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.bad day sandwiched between a good morning and an ok night, but well, raindrops falling on my head don't affect anything.got this from weisi's blog, and indirectly from friendster. :)ladiesfind a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hotwho calls you back when you hang up on himwho will stay awake to watch you sleepwait for the boy who kisses your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111340888813968438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111340888813968438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111340888813968438' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111297840437446705</id><published>2005-04-09T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:40:04.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So in the heart of the desert, on the naked rind of the planet, in an isolation like that of the beginnings of the world, we built a village of men.We told stories, we sang songs. In the air there was that slight fever that reigns over a gaily prepared feast. And yet we were infinitely poor. Wind, sand and stars. The austerity of Trappists. But in this badly lighted cloth, a handful of men who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111297840437446705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111297840437446705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297840437446705' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111271835325286393</id><published>2005-04-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:25:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Enso is a Zen symbol of the absolute, the true nature of existence and enlightenment. It is a symbol that combines the visible and the hidden, the simple and the profound, the empty and the full. It may be painted so that there is a slight opening somewhere in the circle, showing that the Enso is not contained in itself, but that it opens out to infinity. In Zen art, the space on the page is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111271835325286393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111271835325286393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111271835325286393' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111263180822666356</id><published>2005-04-05T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:47:58.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people.Forget youself."- Henry Millersuch a beautiful quote, and it is such a pity that i lose track of things so often. no matter how brutal i may be now, it's time to get honest with myself and move on. i need a fresh start, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111263180822666356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111263180822666356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111263180822666356' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111249713490900462</id><published>2005-04-03T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:58:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pope John Paul II passed away at 4am Singapore time today. may he rest in peace, and may his faith deliever him into the life he served.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111249713490900462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111249713490900462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111249713490900462' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111210839727872003</id><published>2005-03-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:05:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first off, apologies for the lack of recent posts here. :P ran away from this blog a bit due to the horrible crush of events here and there, and maybe i'm just tired out. not a good thing in the second week of term though. but well, i'm back, and hope to be back for a long time. should try to change the template as well. :)so just a quick runaround of things since the hols: going to city hall at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111210839727872003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111210839727872003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111210839727872003' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111098624096817975</id><published>2005-03-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:17:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to beclose to your special someone and feel warm,comfortable, and needed What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by Quizillamiss you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111098624096817975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111098624096817975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111098624096817975' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111081341199791096</id><published>2005-03-14T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:16:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the chess pieces are ready. now to play them. but, a brilliant song first. :)Smash Mouth - Walking On The SunIt ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars Hey I know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe This is a love attack I know it went out but it's back It's just like any fad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111081341199791096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111081341199791096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111081341199791096' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111076343123962795</id><published>2005-03-14T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:23:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Seduction Style: The CharmerYou're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.And then you've got them exactly where you want them!What Is Your Seduction Style?*laughs. pretty pretty. but well, i guess that does reflect me. a charmer and an ideal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111076343123962795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111076343123962795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111076343123962795' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111064043433010401</id><published>2005-03-12T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:15:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Chess has to be played with pleasure."- Lubomir Kavaleksuch a simple quote, and such a hard one to follow. i hope i remember that tomorrow. :)i wonder why i have been so attracted to chess all my life. somehow, every game holds a little mystery, a little dream that is waiting for me to find it. i know that i may have lost it in the past two years, treated chess just like any other game, going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111064043433010401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111064043433010401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111064043433010401' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111056000366846457</id><published>2005-03-12T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:53:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i do not praise your halting adolesence brushor your pigments that flirt with the pigment of your timesbut i laud your longing for eternity within limits"- Frederico Garcia Lorcaexplosive words, those, arriving out of nowhere. in some ways i live for those words, those scribblings that suddenly come out of some magic creation, and deep as they are, vanish just as they quick as they come. i live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111056000366846457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111056000366846457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111056000366846457' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111047051951573686</id><published>2005-03-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T00:01:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bury him in the snows of Valley Forge, and you have a George Washington. Raise him in abject poverty and you have an Abraham Lincoln. Srike him down with infantile paralysis, and he becomes Franklin Roosevelt. Deafen him and you have a Ludwig van Beethoven. Have him or her born black in a society filled with racial discrimination, and you have a Martin Luther King. Call him a slow learner, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111047051951573686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111047051951573686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111047051951573686' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111046893915003474</id><published>2005-03-10T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:35:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bury him in the snows of Valley Forge, and you have a George Washington. Raise him in abject poverty and you have an Abraham Lincoln. Srike him down with infantile paralysis, and he becomes Franklin Roosevelt. Deafen him and you have a Ludwig van Beethoven. Have him or her born black in a society filled with racial discrimination, and you have a Martin Luther King. Call him a slow learner, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111046893915003474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111046893915003474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111046893915003474' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111020898461520548</id><published>2005-03-07T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:23:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad"- Victor Hugosince everyone seems to be in a melancholy mood tonight, i shall be melancholy here too. but it's a good night for melancholy music, oh yes it is, one of those nights where you settle down into this calm and know that no matter what happens, you can still keep yourself within yourself. so, shall now follow judith and give my own little song </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111020898461520548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111020898461520548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111020898461520548' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111012321111858727</id><published>2005-03-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:33:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i seem to be forgetting a lot of things. need rest. need to take a break away from everything. :) well, at least in all probability there'll be a half-day tomorrow. that should be good. shall come back refreshed - or at least i hope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111012321111858727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111012321111858727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111012321111858727' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-111003970617796387</id><published>2005-03-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:21:46.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Whatever life you live *is* the life you have chosen.If you are not happy, you can always choose again, and again, and again......You can even choose to be like me, if you're prepared to pay the price.But *you* must choose.Isn't that beautiful?"- Sim Wong Hoothis quote just came back to me tonight, and well, i wonder how i must choose. i wonder how i have come to be like that - and it's no use </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111003970617796387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/111003970617796387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111003970617796387' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-110995593423475166</id><published>2005-03-05T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:05:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two things defined today - a level results and r&amp;j. we'll probably get half day on monday, and because people did so well and all, but for me the most striking thing today didn't happen in the hall, but outside it. came out for my lunch today, when i saw someone i knew crying, and it wasn't really those simple tears, but more of the hysterical-confused kind. and when i found out that it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110995593423475166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110995593423475166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995593423475166' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-110986188981453775</id><published>2005-03-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:58:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tread a lurching timber world; a reeking, salt-caked hell;and yet, perhaps, no worse a world than yours,where bishops stroll through charnel yards with pomanders to smell;where vile men thrive, and love crawls on all fours."- Tales of the Black Freighter, Watchmenwell, haven't got to blogging in a few days, and dug out watchmen to find this quote again. i have always had a fascination for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110986188981453775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110986188981453775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986188981453775' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-110969080251185456</id><published>2005-03-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:26:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of the four aspects of strategic analysis and definition, it is marshalling or situational organizing role that reaches the highest development in Fieldmarshals. As this kind of role is practiced some contingency organizing is necessary, so that the second suit of the Fieldmarshal's intellect is devising contingency plans. Structural and functional engineering, though practiced in some degree in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110969080251185456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110969080251185456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969080251185456' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-110916995260580962</id><published>2005-02-23T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:45:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"guys, if you want to get laid, buy diamonds.girls, if you want to get laid... *thinks* just continue breathing."- Mr Jack Cook, explaining sex education in two sentences"We're not explaining US/UK universities at the same time, which incidentally means U/SUK, so today we're just talking about the UK bit."- same author, maintaining that US and UK universities have benefits joined together"juliet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110916995260580962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110916995260580962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110916995260580962' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-110883280018588709</id><published>2005-02-20T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:06:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You don't really criticize any author to whom you have never surrendered yourself...... Even just the bewildering minute counts; you have to give yourself up, and then recover yourself, and the third moment is having something to say, before you have wholly forgotten both surrender and recovery. Of course the self recovered is enver the same as the self before it was given."- T.S Eliotthat is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110883280018588709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110883280018588709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110883280018588709' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-110865446381532713</id><published>2005-02-17T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:34:23.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I dedicate this to all those who did not live to tell it. And may they please forgive me for not having seen it all nor remembered it all, for not having divined all of it."- Alexander Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelagothis quote, for some reason, just popped out into my head when i was looking for one tonight. and it is perhaps the most haunting dedication i have ever read - matched only by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110865446381532713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110865446381532713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865446381532713' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843017.post-110865462964499470</id><published>2005-02-17T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:45:59.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sonya [the Moon and Antarctica] says:thanks (: it's nice to get the JiaChuan stamp of approval.am rather amused. :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110865462964499470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843017/posts/default/110865462964499470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distorted-muse.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865462964499470' title=''/><author><name>radex </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343020949584920769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
