It’s the end of my 11 day term break. 11 days cos of the how my timetable is structured allowing 5 extra days (including weekends). Refused to do any work during the break, in hope to have time to spend having fun. Ended up staying at home the whole week, only going on Tuesday night to Corny’s “farewell” dinner and Wednesday night to see him off at the airport.

Isn’t sad that when you have no work to do, you really have nothing to do?

I’ll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
I’ve got my pride
And I know how to hide
All my sorrow and pain - I’ll do my crying in the rain

If I wait for cloudy skies
You won’t know the rain from the tears in my eyes
You’ll never know
That I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain - I’ll do my crying in the rain

Raindrops falling from Heaven
Could never wash away my misery
But since we’re not together
I look for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you never see

Some day when my crying’s done
I’m gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But ’til then darling you’ll
Never see me complain - I’ll do my crying in the rain

[i]Words & Music by Carole King & Howie Greenfield
Recorded by The Everly Brothers, 1962[/i]

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How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot;
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d;

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Such a nice quote from such a nice poem, used in such a nice movie. “Oh don’t you know any other adjectives?” Finally watched it after having it been residing on my harddisk for a few months.

Seriously it’s a great but really really sad show, one of the rare Hollywood flicks that potrays very real human relationships, of how memories of good times hurt after the bitterness of the bad ones dies. How we so want to have them erased but will only later regret.

The ending was intentionally left hanging and I’m inclined to believe that things didn’t work out in the end, contary to what most people would want to think. Given the reasons they broke up in the first place, it probably happen again. Which makes everything seem so scary. I guess humans are just irrational. Life’s so sad.

Growing Region: Unmentioned. Blend of Arabica, Robusta and Chari
Aroma: Earthy fragance
Body: Full
Acidity: Low
Taste: Rich, muddy and rough

Found some Vietnam beans at home, given by my aunt. The legend behind this blend is that male foxes liked to enter the coffee gardens and eat the ripest grains, which gets penetrated by the digestive enzymes in their bodies. The owners will then pick up the discarded grains process a kind of coffee with the best quality.

Of course these beans are exactly made with foxes but are treated with the equivalent enzymes. Coffee was very strong with a soiled taste, quite unlike most common blends. Good to find some excellent coffee which I can make at home. I just love my french press.

btw, Nguyen is pronounced as like “weng” and not “noo-wyen”. Someone ought to correct the dean.

That’s it. No amount of repellent seems to be stopping these guys. They bit me on the eyelid! Try Weijian’s suggestion to fumigate my room with Shieldtox but only found Shieldtox for crawling insects in the store room. Don’t think it’s very suitable for flying insects cos the floor’s now covered with a sticky layer. Oh well, hope it kills airborne insects too. We shall see after I air my room.

Wanted to sleep early last night so I can wake up earlier and do some revision and then go for class. Was rather pleased in finishing a tutorial and was even ready to present my nice answers in class today. But was kept awake the whole night by stupid mossies biting me everywhere - arms, legs, neck and face. In the end think I didn’t get enough sleep which probably led to me waking up half an hour into the tutorial. And mind you I live a good hour’s journey from school. Vaguely remember my dad bringing my ringing phone to me in the morning and me turning it off.

Why is it that when I actually do the tutorial, I end up missing it. Which wouldn’t have been bad if it’s not graded but it is. Oh well, only a small percentage. Hope I won’t miss my paper at 11 tomorrow. 30%! *gasp*

Peter Cetera
You’re the Inspiration: A Collection
1997

Bought a book today. Prefer having hardcover books, even though they cost more but there was only the softcover in stock. Dunno why but feel kinda happy at having something to read, to be able increase my knowledge. Yippe.