今天受人之托带了邻居小孩儿大约半个钟头，小男孩儿长得虎头虎脑，问他家在北京哪里时他趴我耳朵上告诉我“五棵松”。他在游乐场像猴子一样到处爬，我在一旁看着他。他顺着柱子爬到单杠顶上，在那儿吊着，跟我说他在幼儿园里有个胖胖的女朋友很喜欢跟他玩儿，过一会儿又说另一个女朋友叫什么什么，正当我惊叹于这个六岁半小情圣的功力时他突然冒出一句“我的男朋友...”，哦，看来他不知道“女朋友/男朋友”什么意思，又或许是我这个成年人把事情复杂化了。

这个部门太他妈闲了，每天除了玩儿玩儿电子显微镜剩下的时间就是看书。
一到六点lobby就熄灯，receptionists跑得比谁都快。
厕所里贴满了激励员工的poster，其中一个写着“work safe,someone will need you tomorrow”，画着一个大手握着小孩儿的手，tomorrow被涂掉了，下面写着tonight.
最近游泳晒太阳上了瘾，周末又把后背烤焦了，谁要买烤乳猪联系我。

Failure analysis is basically like playing detectives in CSI without the dead bodies, bad punchlines and metrosexuals pretending to be real men. Currently investigating the cause of a fire from a section of wire, all burnt and mangled piece os shit. Spent the whole afternoon cleaning the polymer coating off and preping it for SEM, and got nothing after 2 hrs spent. I've to revise my notes starting tmrw.
This swine flu crap's really getting on my nerves, do we really have to take our temperature on the way to the canteen? Pleeeeaaaaase.....

This is one of those tunes that just get stuck in your ahead all day long, playing over and over and over again and again...

Memory Lane - Elliot Smith

This is the place
You'll end up when
You lose the chase
Where you're dragged against your will
From a basement on the hill
All anybody knows is
You're not like them
They kick you in the head
And send you back to bed
Isolation pulled you past a tunnel into a
Bright world where you can make a place to stay
But everybody's scared of this place
And they're staying away
Your little house on memory lane
The mayor's name is fear
His force patrols the pier
from a mountain up of cliche
That advances everyday
The doctor spoke of cloud
He rained out loud
'You'll keep the doors and windows shut and swear never show a soul again'
But isolation pushes you ‘til every muscle aches
Down the only road it ever takes
But everybody's scared of this place
They're staying away
Your little house on memory lane
If it's your decision
To be open about yourself
Be careful or else
Be careful or else
Uncomfortable apart
It's all written on my chart
And I take what's given to me
Most cooperatively
I do what people say
And lie in bed all day
Absolutely horrified
I hope you're satisfied
Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt and shame
To a place where suffering's just a game
But everybody's scared of this place
And staying away
Your little house on memory lane
Your little house on memory lane

这雨下了一天，时而开闸泄洪时而细如牛毛，犹如肾虚。我就在reading room呆了一天，除了偶尔出来抽根烟外，内房间基本上就是我的活动空间。连金小日射在太平洋里这种可能引发世界大战的新闻都难以激发我的兴趣了，就算世界毁灭也得等到4月28以后。
清明来了又走了，本来想去mandai给cheston扫扫墓，不过不知道他骨灰放哪了。丫在天之灵应该不会怪我，peace bro...

今天在flickr上看到一个美国大叔的相册
里面的沈阳简直就是我童年的记忆，南站、无轨电车、中山广场上主席招手打的像（他老人家现在还没打到车...)
可能因为离开太早的原因吧，所以印象中的沈阳还是96年之前的样子。

           

Sometimes, I wish that I was the weather
You'd bring me up in conversation forever
And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day

Oh, sometimes I wish that I was a cold beer
I'd rest assured that you would hold me near
I'd be guaranteed to be just what you need

CHORUS

And there could be no other way, 'cause you're so, you're so lame
Your tired words are all, they're all the same
Yeah I would walk and I'd surely walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you

Sometimes, I wish that I was a bong hit
You'd let me in and you would love every minute
And tell the room the things I did to you...

Oh and there could be no other way, 'cause you're so lame
Your tired words are all, your tired words are all the same
Yeah I would walk you know I'd surely walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you

I see your world with rosey-colored glasses on
Wanna right what I see wrong
I could never have that power over you

Someday, I'm gonna pack up and leave this town
I'm gonna get my own things goin' on
And when I do, I'll forget
I'll forget
I'll forget about how, how you're so, you're so lame
Your tired words are all, your tired words are all the same
And I would walk you know I'd, I'd walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you
I wasn't such a sucker for you
I wasn't such a sucker for you

Lately I find my taste in books has shifted from reading whatever-i-can-get-my hands on to what-i-used-to-hate. For example, just 2 months ago I couldn't have imagined myself sitting on the can and reading "Discovering your career in business". Even though I was merely reading it while taking a dump, still, this isn't good.

When you're in a relationship, you don't have to say much. you'd probably even wish your lover were mute, so that he or she would be the perfect listener.
Then things fall apart. Two weeks, two months or whatever it may be into the post-breakup phase, you finally become strong enough to look back into the past, and try to figure out what went wrong. The truth is, nothing was wrong. But you won't give up, you have to find a reason, a satisfactory answer to justify your intelligence. Your brain picks up the little traces of evidence that showed he or she did not love you enough, his/her little habits you couldn't stand, and the lack of common interests you shared. All these add up to the conclusion that your ex-relationship was bound to fail, and it was just a matter of time before it did. Then you conclude it in a blog entry or journal entry, or a book, if you're a love guru (then again a love guru's not supposed to fail, right?) that your relationship didn't fail, you two are just not that into each other. You finally let it all go, and start telling others "hey, it didn't fail, it just took us 3 years to realise we're not meant for each other, it could've been longer and wasted even more of our time!"
Now it's time to marvel at your ingenuity.
Who knows, it might even sell, if you're Sarah Jessica Parker.

I don't normally do gossips, but here's something I found out today.
We all know that another death occured on campus the night before. Rumour has it that the second victim, whose name you could easily find on google, used to work at the same lab as our Indo boy. He was a chinese national who was working as a project officer at the School of EEE till he was found dead and dangling from a cord in his apartment up on Nanyang Heights. Now I can't help wonder if something fishy was going on between the two victims, and maybe there's more...
Sex, lies and videotape. It'd be even better if some queer ass shit were involved in this.

  

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i just made a remarkable discovery today. i realised how much of a boring person i really am!

i woke up at around 9.30 am, took a dump and washed up, had my breakfast while watching kiddy shows on an unusually sunny sunday morning. then i walked around abit before settling down in front of my computer trying to get some work done. then i sat there......and sat there...... and sat there......by 12 noon i'd completed 3 episodes of generation kill. hoorah!!! but still, a piece of literature review was yet to be done.

then i surfed around the usual few sites, replied some posts, gave some comments. then it hit me in the head, fuck, i'm a total fucking boredom, even to myself!

then for a sec i thought about it, how i could turn into a completely different person at parties and shit.....and i concluded it must be the stimulus created by the presence of other human beings that initiated my transformation into this outspoken, extroverted cigarette puffing dude with a drink in his hand(usually in the left hand, coz the other hand's holding a cigarette), acting all excited and shit. and that's even before the alcohol kicks in. it's not a bad thing though, living different lives on alternate days. like some kinda superhero motherfucker pimping in the day and jumping from roof to roof at night. i enjoy the company of friends as much as my own solitude. no, not jerking off in the toilet if that's what yall dirty motherfuckers out there are thinking of. i could fucking rot at home all day, or for days, doing no shit at all, and when i start cruising, i'd put a mask on, acting like a fucking clown. life is not boring, it's just me looking at life through a pair of boring eyes.