:: bachelor's notepad. ::

:: Friday, July 27, 2007 ::

headline on nytimes.com:

Study Says Obesity Can Be Contagious

one quote from the article:

It also may mean that the way to avoid becoming fat is to avoid having fat friends.

haha this is rather interesting. there's so gonna be a list of people i have to stay away from. and also alot of people who're gonna be staying away from me.

check it out here. :).

:: kiathy. 1:27 am [+] ::
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it's the 26th again today. for the 11th time.

and you said yesterday,


Yup. :) just a break.


thank you for this gift. i appreciate it.

:: kiathy. 2:44 am [+] ::
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today i spent my afternoon in the most ideal way i wanted it to be.

i had my laptop, a nice warm drink on a cold drizzly day, some good company, and people to watch as i settled in at a coffeejoint.

i didn't actually get to reading my book cos i was spending time online instead. well until they decided to cut off the power (i'm convinced they did). and so my battery lasted for like all of 40 mins before dying on me.

by then it was night. and i had dinner.

speaking of reads, i'm onto angela's ashes by frank mccourt now. yes a classic pulitzer prize winner that i've just picked up. kinda enjoyable. and yes i'm kinda onto the harry pooper craze like everyone else, but i'm just reading it online, so nope not a fan yet. and it's funny how the movie's actually sparked my interest in the book because now i can put faces to these characters? yes i have no imagination.

hey it's a good life afterall.

:: kiathy. 11:26 pm [+] ::
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this was the original text to Sleep.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

from wikipedia :)

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" was written in 1922 by Robert Frost, and was published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume. Imagery and personification are prominent in the work.

Frost wrote this poem about winter in June, 1922 at his house in Shaftsbury, Vermont that is now home to the "Robert Frost Stone House Museum." Frost had been up the entire night writing the long poem "New Hampshire" and had finally finished when he realized morning had come. He went out to view the sunrise and suddenly got the idea for "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." He wrote the new poem in just a few minutes and later stated that "It was as if I'd had a hallucination."

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" was Frost's favorite of his own poems and Frost in a letter to Louis Untermeyer called it "my best bid for remembrance."

The poem is written in iambic tetrameter. Each verses follows an a-a-b-a rhyming scheme, with the following verse's a's rhyming with that verse's b.

:: kiathy. 3:22 am [+] ::
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The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind's a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight

What dreams may come, both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.

Sleep, by Charles Anthony Silvestri (to the music of Eric Whitacre)

just one of the songs we're singing for our concert. :). come watch me pleeease?

victoria chorale - in song 2007. 26th August 2007. 8 pm. Esplanade Theatre.

:: kiathy. 3:20 am [+] ::
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i just caught harry potter. it was really scary. yes the adult word for it is 'dark' but i shall eschew being mature now and just point out that yes it was scary and at the start when harry got attacked i think i jumped. as did everyone else. alright just creating excuses for myself.

all in all, quite an enjoyable show though i've really little recollection of what went on in the first 3(?) films. i thought cho chang was really being a pretty flower vase in the movie who just gets to kiss harry, while i think yea daniel radcliffe is really getting too old for the role. it'd be sad to have them change actors now but no he can't act like a schoolkid anymore. it's weird how all of them have grown up. the weasley brothers are cool though i really like them.

cho chang looks like jessica. the canadian-hongkong one in your hall. you agree? go check her out. :).

i think i've lost a little so i guess weekday gymming/blading does help. my stomach can be tucked in now (it couldn't, to be really honest, when i returned from the states) and so it can be hidden. the face is still a little fat but well i'll work at it haha.

i think i'm still feeling a little rotten inside but i can't express it to the world although i want and need to. so dear world, just give me some good company will you? :|.

Labels: harry potter., me.

:: kiathy. 3:28 am [+] ::
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bachelor's notepad. 800 Posts.

hey cool i've had 800 posts. but i've been publishing since what. 2003? so that's..2003,2004,2005,2006,2007. about 160 posts a year. on average. so about a post every 2-3 days. on average.

now that's pretty pathetic huh. but welcome to my 801th post anyway.

i wanted to start a post with "the world is so chaotic now." that was because of the on-going potential cold war between the uk and russia. the whole thing's erupted because russia's refusing to deport one of their russians to the uk for trial in the case of an ex-KGB spy murdered in the uk earlier this year. and so the english decided to boot some russian diplomats out of their country. rather amusing rebuttal was that if russia had decided to act tit-for-tat, they'd have had to boot 80 uk diplomats out of their country by now. well.

and there's the ongoing thing in pakistan, the aftermath of the red mosque attacks. and of course russia's pull out of the nato agreement to prevent arms buildup cos uncle sam decided to place some missile defence system pointing toward russia (i think).

well all the above points to one thing, the world is in chaos now. hey i've hit the point of my post already. the point which would be - i'm too bored at home, with nothing to do, waiting for time to while away until it's time to hit the gym - and so i keep myself occupied fervantly reading news sites. latest news is a gas pipe exploded in downtown manhattan, 1 person died with 20 odd injured. no terrorism suspected, but hey it's not fun walking down lexington avenue and then getting blown up in the air. my heart's with the victim on that one.

i have 3 livefeeds on my firefox. guardian unlimited, bbc news, and nytimes. and my Home page is soccernet. i've always wondered why the straits times, in the face of such great FREE writing, can afford to charge its subscribers for news. premium service? hah. if i weren't living in this country i'd have no reason to read the straits times. guardian's full of brit wit. bbc is full of news. nytimes is full of stuff better than Life! can provide. the ST has LOCAL NEWS. that's all that matters. but no i'm not paying for it.

on the topic of my being bored. what's going on in my life now. well the only thing i'm paid to do now is to teach every wednesday. yes i teach a bunch of p4/p5 kids math olympiad. and i do enjoy it although it's a chore going to the school every wednesday. they say the silliest things and i'm the nicest teacher so i suppose it makes a good combi. the furthest i get to scolding them is threatening to send them out of class. no screams, no shouts. no piercing eye stares.

every other day? nah. zilch. nada. nothing. numero zero.

and that's the end of post 801.

:: kiathy. 4:10 pm [+] ::
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1. i'm a guy.
2. i'm a Leo.
3. i'm colorblind.


3 excuses to tide me through this tough life. :).

Labels: me.

:: kiathy. 3:40 am [+] ::
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well the archive is back. but pretty ugly i'd say.

live with it.

:: kiathy. 1:31 am [+] ::
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anyway it's funny how my archive has disappeared. i don't know where it's went.

somewhere tonight i thought that hey, i want to start a new blog. this one's so old and dusty and like. dead. and my archive's disappeared. like i want to start afresh.

but i guess i like orangecow.blogspot.com - yes cow is female and orange is gay. but put them together what do they say? me. alright just kidding that was just a rhyme.

to give this place a new lease of life. i've decided to just start posting.

that ought to work. no major change in life required.

:: kiathy. 12:39 am [+] ::
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the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera has to rank as one of my favourite books. i won't admit to understanding every part of this classic that was written a long while ago, but i'm glad i did pick it up instead of the fantasy The Fourth Bear by jasper fjorde (which i will probably pick up some day but not these days.)

well as usual it's about people - in case you haven't noticed (obviously you have not because i've not told you), i've been really into people recently. to summarise, i've read tony parson's man and boy, man and wife and 1 or 2 other of his books i can't remember - they're about how a man screws up his life cos of a one night stand but eventually ends up alright. yes i know i've been rather late in touching those books but well, better late than never.

i've also been reading haruki murakami, the first of which was norweigian woods, which i totally enjoyed. about this guy's life in japan and the people around him. and the wind-up bird chronicle which unfortunately, i gave up 1-200 pages prior to the end. writing about a man losing his wife + the fact that i fell in love with norweigian wood made me pick the 2nd book up, but well it's too whimsical for me so yea i've stuffed it in favour of the unbearable lightness of being. which is what i'll touch on now.

there're only like a few points that's really caught me in this book. the first was about living in truth. the classical viewpoint of living in truth i.e. being truthful to the world/to yourself is that you act as one person whether in public or in private. i.e. you eventually blur the line between your public life and private life - eventually your private life is no more and you are simply, the public. that's one idea of living in truth.

the book presented another idea, of fiercely guarding your private life - for only in privacy can you live in utmost truth. with a peek of the public, you tend to behave as the public wants. and that was rather cool, to me.

the next point was about seeking happiness. it claims that man can never be happy because we seek repetition. i suppose it's repetition of good things - but we can never attain such repetition (unlike a dog chewing on his bread roll every day - that repetition keeps him happy and wagging his tail) because the first premise of the book was that, our life never repeats for we live a life without rehearsals. once we make one decision, we move on. and we don't lead the same life again. and if our life's decisions have no worth (because you cannot repeat/learn from them), we suffer from a lightness of being. and our life is not worth living.

well the above comments are what I've conjured from my understanding of the book. and it doesn't reflect my personal life. and if you think i'm being a pseudo intellectual, it's alright :)

so i think i've only read bout, 5 or 6 books the past 2-3 mths. not many. i need to read more.

books are food for the soul.

Labels: books.

:: kiathy. 12:24 am [+] ::
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I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)I am never without it(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)I want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart) ee cummings

:: kiathy. 1:30 am [+] ::
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