Thursday, April 01, 2010

Date request phail

i am handsome. you're a ho.
dinner is for losers. lets go!

thesis progress

my room smells of:
coffee, cigarettes, cardamom.
the alliteration unintentional.
a motley mélange of scents not entirely my own.

Refer to Figure 1. for thesis progress

Figure 1: The caffeine curve.

status quo: translate this graph 7 hours forward.
i've entered the feeling worthless zone.
frankly speaking, the "excellent work habits" ended at approximately 6pm.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

number crisis


Dear imaginary number, in lieu of questioning your ontological status, I would recommend dreaming with Descartes. Empiricism is quite threadbare. Reading is cheaper than therapy.
xoxo
Eva.


Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A review of existentialism

When going through some of my old philo stuff, it dawned upon me that I really am forgetting a disgraceful number of things. *Pbbbbbbbt* should be ashamed to admit to it being my minor.
So I'm doing a brief summary of existentialism. Existentialism was really one of my favourite ideologies. The opportunity to objectively study a counter to the solipsistic syndrome that sometimes descends. Slowly. Noose-like. Threatening. A little tighter and snap. Now indifference.
Anywho, there is a wide variety of philosophical ideologies that make up existentialism so there is no universal definition for it. Remain open and realize that most existentialists have a different view and form and this review is by no means exhaustive, it's really an uber brief intro for the uninitiated.

Existentialism is a 20th century philosophy concerned with human existence, finding self, and the meaning of life through free will, choice, and personal responsibility. Mainly, it is the belief that people are searching to find out who and what they are throughout life as they make choices based on their experiences, beliefs, and outlook without the help of laws, ethnic rules, or traditions.

In existentialism a person’s judgment is the determining factor for what is to be believed rather than by religious or secular world values.


Some basic tenets of Existentialism are:

1. Humans are defined by their actions (not by their "nature" or potential). You are what you do.

2. Humans are always free to choose (Existentialists reject determinism in any form).

3. Included in this freedom, is the freedom to define themselves through their choices, through their existence, through their actions. No one is good because of what she thinks or feels but only because of what she does. Good people are those who do good things.

4. Existentialists recognize and accept the fact that humans are by nature social animals and social beings. We exist for one another.
Metaphysical solipsists may cry now.

Actually,

this is not an emo blog. People have a tendency to blog in a particular mood, unless it is a subject specific blog.
Personal blogs tend to be utilized when the blogger is upset, pissed off or fired up by something.
I am people. I blog when bored. A lot of posts appear on the emo-angsty or the random-whacky range, but really, I'm just bored. How can anyone who wears rainbow coloured toe-socks with their cherry red Doc Martens be emo?!
It's a fair outlet when there are particular emotions that I'm not dealing with properly, but overall, I am good, veh good, and so I shall blog along those "yay!" sentiments too, as adequately, hopefully.
omgbbqttylbbfn, this is not going to turn into yet another emo blog on the web! cannotwillnot.
Much as I'm a conformist, I don't really like being people all the time ;)

Monday, March 15, 2010

another reason for thinking M.R. is the bomb!

Dear *insert name in obviously different font, bold and CAPITALIZED*,

Thank you for your crappy application.
After puking, I'm declining your putrid, generic email, with one of my own.
May your fingers rot and your keyboard melt in a nuclear implosion.

Yours sincerely,
M.R.
(on his nicest response to obviously generic cover letters for jobs is in his laboratory).


he is brilliant, hilarious and with just a sufficient dollop of kookiness.
funny and exciting but a wee bit (okay, more like extremely) terrifying.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Pi Day!


Happy Pi day yo! March 14th (3.14) gedditgeddit?!
bee tee double you, it's Einstein's birthday too.
This is just the most awesome day of the year.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Valentine's Day 2010

Since Elisha passed away, I've had this not so nice tendency of A.D.-ing (not anno domini-ing, but after death-ing) every event. e.g. first halloween/christmas/new year etc. sans Eli

Valentine's is a day dedicated to sappy Hallmark cards, overpriced dinners/ chocolates/ flowers... heck almost everything... but I still like that for 1/365.25 of a year, you're reminded to love the people around you extra EXTRA hard!
We had a blast last year. He met Alex who was down from NZ and a bunch of other people who really matter a lot to me. It was great to share him with my friends that night, and we had spent the day together, double yay!
So my expectation this year was that Valentine's day would be extra painfully, crap arse-y.

This year:
Spontaneously, a couple of friends called us for drinks in Holland V :)

A lovelylovelylovely friend was my Val Day date. Shockwave quesadillas, yummy mango and strawberry margaritas.... need i say more?! (we did have to bat off lesbo questions from the waitresses but that was fun hoho). you know you, i know you, you are awesome! i lou yew :)))

I bought flowers for someone I loved.

Drunk dialled and declared my tequila laced but true love to a friend who was overseas just then, BETTYBOOB :D

Hung out at some strange place in Clarke Quay... bad drinks, good band.

Danced the rest of the night away at Zouk, where I could count on hall mates to be partying it up and out (even on the 2nd day of CNY... impressed y'all!).

Baked, iced and lavishly decorated red velvet cupcakes to share with more lovely people.

I didn't not miss having him around, but was glad it wasn't a mopey grey day. Very literally channeling some Beatles haha:

"What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna to try with a little help from my friends"
:)))

the first working day of the holidays

hurrah!:
my nails are now the delicate, inside-of-a-shell, pink hue, courtesy of chang meiling, who does not know that i stole into her room and helped myself to her nail polish :))) -ilouyew-.
Suzie has gotten a bath and is drying in the laundrette.
annealed DNA and weighed out all the samples for the next couple of days, lab ain't gonna be no doozy!!!
boo!:
my hole puncher has fallen on the floor and spilled a million little bits of paper alloverallover the place!
to do -journal presentation for our lab meeting, biomems homework, lab book updates, nay, compilation!
this was the only week i could conceivably head out for ladies night but nonono, work first ma'am.


speaking of boo-hurrahs! i really should drop a philo post on it sometime. maybe it could be extended into my next fill-oh-sophistical paper.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

do not listen to the flowers

Il ne faut jamais écouter les fleurs. Il faut les regarder et les respirer.
-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry-


Wednesday, January 27, 2010

blah to being sagacious,
was i actually ever?
lets go fly a kite
and devour the golden gate, cover to cover.

by way of acknowledgment: <3 xkcd comixzz

Monday, January 25, 2010

salt water, slattered shutters

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love
- Washington Irving


It wipes away some of the shame. The depths of sorrow, the darkest rage. No longer perceived as a weakness of will and spirit. More relieved that the expression was not contrived. Kitschy art or vapid song, a sculpted sonnet, stinky socks to hide the truth. Behind closed doors and under wraps, but as it was, as it is. No longer polarizing outward expression and inner world. You changed me more than I dared admit.

Bloody hell more garrulous crap. Careening wildly between insomnia and narcolepsy. Two days in bed and two days no sleep. Nasty nasty pattern. Wild child of Africa. Psychedelic rainbows. Sinewy muscle. Artistic soul. I laik.
"Ahpunehneh" is not a proper word.

i just like the title of the blog post, but have yet to be called an "ahpunehneh" which is probably why i'm more amused than riled lol.
i didn't know people called indians that in singapore.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

effwhypee



one thousand three hundred and sixty hours ago, i though i had things under control. phail! phuck!
in research, you work hard and sweat blood for years to make beautiful science and get a lovely publication.
You could wait and labour years just to inherit a straw hut, that is better than nothing though haha.

Saturday, January 09, 2010

L'année dernière

2009; the year of highest highs and the lowest lows.

January 2009

looking for a Boban, Giju-mon or Eappan... to please mummy.
is screeeeeeeeptwriting
should be screeeeeeeeptwriting
we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist
too many animals in bed.
is searching for the trigger...
February 2009
achooooo! anitha andiappan is in zurich lah! bleddy puma's...
must get her act together. attention! lef-lef-lef-right-left.
it's not the end of the world. lets pick up the pieces and move on...
yay!
can.
can't get the last bubble out of her bubble tea rawr!

March 2009
wants an onigiri.
will chew concrete and bite bears with you.
trains and sewing machines
discovered discovery, singapore-bangkok @_@
Happy Pi day! hoho (:
rabbit lost in a big grey room, for you we'll bake the cake of rainbows and smiles.
DeeeeeeePeeeeeeeeeee
for i was born to dream.
in search of the human moment
which D3 girl is high on tau huey?

April 2009
has lost her shadow from over-questioning existence.
still absent from the world. excuse me.
Next month, world, next month and I will live again.
weltschmerz
mamihlapinatapai
solipsism syndrome
must . stop . playing . sudoku .
biomaterialscontinentalphilobimedicaldevicesfilmelectronics

May 2009

the narcoleptic
does anyone "poke" anyone anymore on fb?
must shift out must shift out mustshiftout now now nooooow
plantar fasciitis? archilles tendonitis? in any case... ouch
wants to watch anna karenina but will be home then. rawr!
and it's official.
penang confirms first H1N1 case...home how?!
confused, peeved, angsty, confused and confused.

June 2009

July 2009

August 2009

September 2009

October 2009

November 2009
PutainMerdeLaVache!
La vie est merde mais je l'aime... j'aime merde? putain. je dois dormir
lets make some postmodern kitsch
ram-smelly-poo-doggy, i'm trading you for an alpaca
i laik yor profail peekcher, we be frenzzzz on faysbuk?
c'est une guerre
killers and/or muse?
toothpaste kisses
come by and hit me round the head if i'm not choking on my notes
to err is human, to arr is pirate.
leviathan = large sea monster
phailure in academiks
one word, harrowing!

December 2009
ruby velvet cake
where to find those shoes mama? :(
misses having dance prac during the hols
has to stop giving away her copies of midnight's children... raaaaaaaawr!
hallo, i miss our kooky days. we'll go nant tracking in a different world someday.
we would sing and dance around because we know we can't be found
another child of chaos theory
has to stop behaving like the holidays are already here
all i want for christmas is you
auto-rickshaws, buffaloes and spiced tea.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

C'est Tragique!!!!


I DO.
Pukka has closed.
Where can i get my craving sated?
Raaaaawr!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Gawd, some of my posts are too bloody long and tedious to read.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Why do i do the stupidest things and hurt the wrong people?
I am truly truly sorry, but I've apologized for so many dumb things that I don't know if you will accept it any more.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Dance is for everyone if you have the right teachers.
- Chan LiLing Sharon, Aprine Tan, Sonja Jeanine.

You can have two left feet but when they teach you to dance, you can dance, you will dance. DP was an awesome experience and I do actually miss the shiokness of dance stretching.

Am so friggin in love with my cherry red vintage doc martens. Had them for quite a few months and the novelty isn't wearing out. Big, bad ass, foot consuming blocks. They just swallow up your feet and are sooooooo the bomb to clunk about in.