Overloading modules doesn't seem to be such a bad idea after all.. I'm secretly excited about the three assignments and one test next week. Plus, I have to prepare for Australia, so this is not the time to be here. Or on Youtube, watching George Carlin.


Go in fear of abstractions. Don't retell in mediocre verse what has already been done in good prose. - Ezra Pound

Last night, I walked home in the rain, on a path along the coast. In my hoodie. The only thing missing was some music - but natural sounds were lovely too.

I just joined postcrossing! My mailbox (physical, not email) is going to be much more interesting now I think. =]

Since today's date is nice

The saddest thing that's happened to me so far this sem is almost all my cacti dying on me =( I think they couldn't take Singapore's erratic climate.

At least Whitman's still around.

"I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.

One world is aware, and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait."

Really, no other 54 pages have had such a grip on me,

not-quite-old school delights

I sent out a bunch of emails to friends overseas. Very excited when I saw the first reply today =]

My friends are awesome and I'm done with essays!

Just two weeks left till exams but right now I'm glad.

I'll never get tired of Whitman

I wish I could blog like her.

He says my article was well-written butI don't know how good his standards are.

Last dregs of a semester that's been swallowed in one burning hot gulp. Wonder what Trelawney would make of my teacup.

Johnnies Gone for a Soldier

I might as well catch the last few minutes of October.

Oh wait, October has 31 days.

I hope I don't regret my decision not to S/U Natural Hazards and Climate Change.

I'm surrounded by a charging iPod, a dying laptop (only 10% left, it warns me), a half dead but stoic phone, an empty bottle, a brochure for a film festival that's over, an essay question that hasn't been started on. And some happysad Celtic music.

I have to resist the temptation to just drop all other work and go finish The God of Small Things.

And I really like the name 'Rahel' - I hope it's pronounced the way I pronounce it. Ruh-hail.

Of all the times to come back here, I choose the night where I have a book to complete by tomorrow morning, an article to do up by tomorrow evening and an essay due the day after. Sheesh.

I really should get your names off my password.

"Humbling was a nice word, Rahel thought. Humbling along without a care in the world"

"They all crossed into forbidden territory. They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much."

From The God of Small Things