Familiale


La mère fait du tricot
Le fils fait la guerre
Elle trouve ça tout naturel la mère
Et le père qu'est-ce qu'il fait le père?
Il fait des affaires
Sa femme fait du tricot
Son fils la guerre
Lui des affaires
Il trouve ça tout naturel le père
Et le fils et le fils
Qu'est-ce qu'il trouve le fils?
Il ne trouve absolument rien le fils
Le fils sa mère fait du tricot son père des affaires lui la guerre
Quand il aura fini la guerre
Il fera des affaires avec son père
La guerre continue la mère continue elle tricote
Le père continue il fait des affaires
Le fils est tué il ne continue plus
Le père et la mère vont au cimetière
Ils trouvent ça naturel le père et la mère
La vie continue la vie avec le tricot la guerre les affaires
Les affaires la guerre le tricot la guerre
Les affaires les affaires et les affaires
La vie avec le cimetière.


Jacques Prévert, Paroles, Paris, Gallimard, 1946.

ah, noticed something nice about duplex printing. when the total number of pages is an odd number: after printing all the required pages, the printer will continue to grab and spit out the last piece of paper even though there's no last even page. the last piece was only printed during the first round of odd pages. then the stack will be nice and perfect.
i like it.

i got on the train, i saw 2 pairs of mrt-policemen. i got off the train at outram, went up the escalator and i saw 3 more. and those 3 were even wearing red berets and carrying submachine guns. did someone threaten singapore or what. but i got to sch in 55mins, new record.

biophysical lab was totally stupid. and lousy. go there do lousy map assignment. din even learn anything. more like a test. lousy lecturer too.

a nice conversation. logical illogical conversation. one of the nicest i've had in a long time. thank you jx, for being nice. felt really nice.

and i brought up my theory of What to do when you suspect there's a bomb on the train.
i've decided that the first step is definitely to move to a different part of the train, preferably a carriage as far away as possible. after that...it depends though. the official action is to call the police. but i find that calling the police just like that is not exactly the best course of action in ensuring your personal survival.
1. if you speak on the train you are almost certain to alert/alarm the fellow passengers. which will lead to the bomber knowing that he has been spotted(assuming that he is a real terrorist), and which might lead him to prematurely explode the bomb. the mass panic and hysteria and whatnot will also hamper your chances of a quick escape.
2. if you inform the authorities.. they might stop the train asap? they might stop the train at the next stop? and do a thorough prolonged check? no matter what the outcome, you do not stand to gain from it. it is almost impossible for you to have a quicker escape than just simply waiting for the train to reach the stop and getting off asap. the mass alert makes that an impossibility. if in the case that it is not a real bomb, you would have stopped the train services for an extremely long period of time. if you are stuck on the trains/station, you would have wasted alot of time. the crowd leaving will also slow down your chances of obtaining alternate transport.

therefore, i believe, that from an utterly personal and selfish point of view (which i am not advocating), it would be best to 1. move to a different part of the train, 2. call the police after you have exited the station. of course, it is assuming that you seriously seriously suspect a bomb. and of course do memorise the description of the suspect package and the owner.

tata.

... *grinz* dont come and bish me.

Re: Haze Problem In Indonesia

You may be interested in
this additional information. The journalist who wrote this article consulted me
on cloud seeding before publication (what is cloud seeding, what materials are
used, etc.....). I also mentioned that cloud seeding is known to be an
ineffective way of enhancing rainfall. In particular in the tropics, where
rainfall variability is high, it is almost impossile to prove if seeding works
or not. Anyway, as you can read, this part has been omitted from the story....

See you all during my first lecture on 30 Sept. Matthias Roth

okay, erm, this thing was taken from an official forum from a NUS website. so i dont know if i can post it here. but yeah, something interesting for people to note. this was in reference to haze cloud seeding, and the things that go on behind the scenes of the media. Associate Professor Matthias Roth's my lecturer for geog module.

organic chem lecture is so boring. why must he spend so much time explaining optical isomerism. had to wait so long for him to mention the naming system. at least he taught something. dah.

and geog lecturer is just as boring. dry topic, talking to himself. me falling asleep. i seldom get so sleepy during lessons.

at least french 'lect' was fun. it's just so FUN. so much more interactive and enjoyable, and happy.

so so tired. NUS network contains such interesting mysteries.

so what has happened, i wonder if i can remember anything.

xaryl has flown. without an alarm clock.
zhenyu's going, but i can't be there.
the bow-string twanged my arm.
matthew took a photo with a girl.
i got my notebook sleeve.
interesting brand of fireworks on a crowded benjamin sheares bridge.
organic chem lecture was too slow and boring.
yeah. that's all. and i dont have any photos.

ah, so they gave commendation awards or whatever awards to certain people who were part of the tsunami aid operation. and guess who they gave the awards to? the generals, the commanders, the big shots. and what about the tons of other people who went there and did work, i wonder... Makes you wonder what's the value of these awards. hah. i shall not say anymore, think for yourself.

in the midst of a meadow grown and green
hangs an hourglass in the air.
gently shaped by the glassblower's hands
the smooth curves fill of love and care.
but Alas the hourglass is broke in pain
the bottom-half shattered now splinters in the land.
yet neverending still the sand must flow
down and out while the glass still holds.

the sand grains seem alive: sliding, falling
over one another as they tumble down the empty hole.
inert silica which bear the mark of our age;
counting down the fourth dimension of our lives.

the sands of time fall unknowingly through the broke hourglass
no more glass walls to catch their fall.
there will be no more journey back the other way,
the world will never be right side up again.
down is the enemy's gate my friend,
run through, fall, fall without hesitation.

seemingly weightless they are caught by the lightest of breezes
jostled and dispersed by uncaring gas molecules
the sands, thus, are lost. time scattered,
the hourglass unreplendished.
to all who watch and follow the drift:
Fly with the sands, be gone before the last grain falls.


reading through, i note with bemusement the illogical flow of events and the lack of continuity in the lines. i suppose my brain is not very fluent. ah well.

pops to mind:

"what dread hands? and what dread feet?"

rag day. frown. somehow i've this repulsion against seeing groups of different coloured people compete against each other and cheer endlessly. different-coloured as in different group colours, shirt colours, not skin colour. i guess i'm not a cheering kinda person.
the dances and costumes were generally rather nice. the floats, only some were worthy. but i wonder at the expense gone to for such a trivial event. seemingly meaningless to just hold this little party within those pathetic groups of people for their own entertainment, and make huge floats and elaborate costumes... at least if they did it in a public place, and there were more crowds other than their own selves, it would be much more worth it. after all, if you want to make floats and dances, why not make it like a chingay thing. well the nation is lacking in mass events.
who won, dont know.

macritchie. i suppose jx is still going ga-ga over it. i don't approve of the photos of me. ugly me. least i got to see something. check out her blog for some of the photos.

caleb's party. i havent seen so much alcohol at someone's house. but well. not very familiar with those rj pple, shall not talk about them. hm the guys were still predominantly gep, dunno abt the girls. shinmin.. haoxiang.. ok.

i'm so glad im on transitlink concession now. 1 train and 8 bus rides in a day.

(Will Tomorrow, I wonder, Be Cloudy or Clear?)

so endearing. so true.

Latin song sung by NUS Choir.
translation.
a perfect school song this would be. so wonderful it is.

Gaudeamus igitur Juvenes dum sumus Post jucundum juventutem Post molestam senectutem Nos habebit humus. Ubi sunt qui ante nos In mundo fuere? Vadite ad superos Transite in inferos Hos si vis videre. Vita nostra brevis est Brevi finietur. Venit mors velociter Rapit nos atrociter Nemini parcetur. Vivat academia Vivant professores Vivat membrum quodlibet Vivat membra quaelibet Semper sint in flore. Vivant omnes virgines Faciles, formosae. Vivant et mulieres Tenerae amabiles Bonae laboriosae. Vivant et republica et qui illam regit. Vivat nostra civitas, Maecenatum caritas Quae nos hic protegit. Pereat tristitia, Pereant osores. Pereat diabolus, Quivis antiburschius Atque irrisores.

Let us rejoice therefore While we are young. After a pleasant youth After a troublesome old age The earth will have us. Where are they Who were in the world before us? You may cross over to heaven You may go to hell If you wish to see them. Our life is brief It will be finished shortly. Death comes quickly Atrociously, it snatches us away. No one is spared. Long live the academy! Long live the teachers! Long live each male student! Long live each female student! May they always flourish! Long live all maidens Easy and beautiful! Long live mature women also, Tender and loveable And full of good labor. Long live the State And the One who rules it! Long live our City And the charity of benefactors Which protects us here! Let sadness perish! Let haters perish! Let the devil perish! Let whoever is against our school Who laughs at it, perish!

LAF 1201
LSM 1101
LSM 1103
CM 1121


GEK 1001
SSA 2215

. comes back from dinner
. walks a lvl 48 fire wiz into Somebody Else's House
. no one else in. okay.
. clears away the top 3 levels
. reaches bottom. hey what's mushmom doing here. rather shocked at mushmom running around unattacked.
. kills mushmom. using up quite a bit of pots.
. out drops a 60% glove attack scroll.
. first time i've killed mushmom in months.
. omg