strings of life

Friday, October 27, 2006

you know, a million things can go wrong, like a slight misalignment, a bug or chips could fry and overheat and motors could breakdown or whatever. and then, the other robots could very well turn out to be 500% more efficient than ours and win and then we would all hang our heads and feel small and inconcequencial. ANd then at the end, our robot could explode, making our disgruntled professors give us disgruntled marks.

yes, i am being fatalistic here. haha. well, you see technology, seemingly the most predictable thing in the whole world, is actually, in reality, not. i have never done stupid trial and error so many times since the days of p6 when we first learnt algebra.

well, but then again, anything can happen. we'll see. 5 more days.

2sistas :: 1:37 PM

Thursday, October 26, 2006

dark, deep chasm of emptiness.. incessent worry.. helplessness.. fatigue.. overwhelmed.. rollercoaster.. happiness.. lightness.. innocence.. ecstasy.. carefree.. steep fall.. anger.. darkness.. pressure.. dark, deep chasm of emptiness.. ... ...

and it all goes on.. round and round in circles.. all in the head..

will you ever tire of chasing? round and round we go.. never ending.. always just that little bit out of reach..

what to do? life is like that?

why did it seem easier in the past?

~LilSis~

2sistas :: 11:54 PM

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people the right to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

-Coach Carter

2sistas :: 7:24 PM

well, saw wade robson in person on friday the 13th.

he was kinda like one of the icons of my teenage years. stopped that mad teenage obsession i-love-wade thing when i entered uni. and then when i saw him - it was crazy. i remembered how i thought that he was the most amazing dancer to have ever lived, the way he moves, the way that he makes everything so effortless. even hearing his voice brought back so many memories of the times when i would watch videos on the internet on wade teaching nsync, teaching britney, on wade on his dance competition show - the wade j robson project, on wade and his many comercials, on wade producing music-behind-the-scenes thing, on wade masterminding various performances for different artists. and the way he teaches, and the way he counts his beats - all too familiar. oh and i recognize chantal too - one of wade dancers! my, they have all grown up.

i felt kinda old, among the screaming throngs of 13-year-olds (girls of course) but i felt young too in a way.

i'm glad i caught that. once again i shall declare to the world, unabashed, "OH. MY. GOD. wade is how totally awesome. he is without a doubt, like, a freakin dance-GOD!" faints.

and 1 really funny thing i saw at overdrive was that there was this girl sitting at the front row and she would literally fan herself with her hands whenever wade dances. its like how hilarious can.

2sistas :: 2:03 PM

Thursday, October 12, 2006

sometimes, i get a glimpse of a life i had.. the life that was different, less bogged down by responsibilities, the life that was more carefree, and i wonder.. where has that life gone to?

sure, i've grown up, i think differently, and i'm sure in a year or two, i will read back on this post and lament on how pathetic it sounds..

yet, i continue to write. i dont want to forget how i felt, how incredibly lost-sad. that what i had has gone.

instead, it is replaced by other things. not bad things, but different, and i dont quite know if i like different.

money is important, school is important, friends are important, family is important.

yet, i cant seem to find that drive to do the things i want to do..

so many things, so little time.. and sooner than i know, i will be graduating (*shudders* its too soon!) i want to stay as i am..

or maybe, all i need is some time.. time away to think, and renew my energy for what is demanded of me.

i will not yield.. this is not the end.. so now, all i can do is trudge along, trying my best to juggle..

~lilsis~

2sistas :: 9:32 AM

Monday, October 02, 2006

so it all comes out.

i miss the bright summer days when my goal for the day was to make it to all of the 2/3 screenings of the football matches of that day.
i miss the days that i had only 1 assignment to complete and i would be done with it within 2 hours.
i miss the days when i wake up and wondered where we would be going to party later or what we were gonna do.
i miss the days when i wake up and i didn't know whether it was morning, noon or night and having my friends all equally sloshed.
i miss the days when someone would come back from some random somewhere and hear about the awesome trip.
i miss the days when i went to a random somewhere.
i miss the days when 10 euro wanton soup was so delicious and worth every single cent.
i miss the days when someone would knock on my door 11am, 2pm, 4pm or 4am for that matter and it could be javier looking like a queer, rueben going into some random rhetoric, lara telling me to get my butt up, rune borrowing shampoo, faidra or luisa asking me what i was gonna do later that night. or giannis asking for the internet or to translate something. haha. or it could be someone plain roaring drunk.
i miss the scary french guy. (hahaha, yes i almost forgot that.)
i miss juan and his genauigkeit and lara's (nasal) oh my god.
i miss principito's drunken stupor and rants. And having all the germans in the train stare at us most un-mercilessly. And his sleeping. oh gott.
i miss the days when i wake up and hear spanish across the corridoor. or greek. sometimes french, polish, italian. occasionally danish. oh ya, and german too. (how could i forget)
i miss the days when we were all so bored and we literally sat around.
i miss chinese eskimo. haha
i miss the days when spring was slowly creeping into the city and the day smelled heavenly, like freshly washed laundry.
i miss the days we went to mittwoch club. or kaffee burger.
i miss all the conversations we had. all of us different and from different places. it was so refreshing!
i never thought i would make such amazing friends in such a short time.
and having been back all this while, i still think about them every single day.
i miss all the bitches. i really do.

thank goodness i have all this work to keep me occupied. afterall, activity suggest a life full of purpose. or some other crap that sounds like this.

2sistas :: 8:02 PM

Sunday, October 01, 2006

ok. let me ask again, what mid-term break? went back to school for the most of it. oh well. still, managed to get my hair cut in the midst of it all and spent some time with the granny! and met with the bride-to-be. yep, a good friend of mine is getting married!

well, time to do one of those again!

Movie - Snatch

well. ok this movie is kinda hazy for me now. Directed by Guy Ritchie. yes, that's the Ritchie, Madonna's Ritchie. With lots of characters with classic names like Franky-four-fingers, Turkish, Vinny, Big-Top and a pikey named Mickey (deliciously played by Mr. Pitt). Of course there is also the obligatory Boris (the bullet dodger) and a dog.
This movie incorporates several chase scenes, fight scenes, diamond-snatch scenes, coersion and threats scenes, and a dog-poop scene maybe (i think), it brings you on a convoluted journey of plot twists, strange gypsy accents and a whole lot of unsavoury charcters whose plans seem to take a life on their own. Dark and funny, this comedy of errors will give you an unforgettable ride into the world of the unscrupulous.

its kinda hard to talk about movies without revealing the plot.

-bigsis

2sistas :: 10:56 AM

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