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I write because I talk, excessively.
My favourite smell is skin.
I am a homebody.

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“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.”


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9:42 PM
Monday, November 29, 2010
Stop crying, stop. Please.
Never thought I could be this broken, and the impact wasn't even directly upon me. That I chose to be oblivious to this suffering hurts me, and puts me to the deepest shame. For the first time I am really at a lost; there isn't much that I can do but it feels like there is so much I should do and I should have done, but it probably wouldn't really make a difference. I never thought it would hit me this way, and I don't think anyone who is free from such an experience will ever understand, the kind of blow it strikes, like a cold hard slap on your heart.
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11:59 PM
Thursday, November 25, 2010
The greatest activity
The nights get me the most; I am really afraid of being lonely in the dark. So I am well acquainted with the habit of midnight bingeing, just so to lace the brain with serontonin that magically makes me yawn. I used to take The Yellow Pill when the insomnia was incurable by virtue of counting sheep, but clearly thats just... bad. Sometimes I drink SleepyTime tea. It tastes odd and mints my mouth to numbness... well I grew to like it although I never finished the carton. Strangely enough the package that houses the sachets works better; there's something about a peaceful sleeping cartoon bear in his little sleeping cap that makes me tingle with warmth inside. And of course there is my trusty silk comforter, that's my favourite thing my mom ever bought for me. I dislike the color, but the fortune teller said it's good for me.
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11:20 PM

i know everyone agrees on this !
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11:04 AM

So tell me, tell me.
It is really awkward writing with streams of students lining up behind me; I am seated in the immediate vicinity of the printer.

Anyway.

Human beings are strange. Or maybe it's just me. Why would any sane person want to be sad? To feel hurt? It should be a natural inclination to be happy. So events and circumstances bring us down, but to be sad because of afterthoughts and basically things that are going on in your head doesn't quite make sense. They aren't kidding when they said, you can't control what happens but you can control how you react to it. Of course this isn't absolute. There is no reason to be happy when you lose a loved one. But I guess, we shouldn't swim in this pool of misery and float about helplessly.

I just find it funny, how we know the right choices to be happy but choose to indulge in sadness. Is it a choice? Is it?
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10:53 AM

20 questions 20 answers
4 minutes left for my Philosophy paper, but I am liberated prematurely, some 100metres away at Yushof Ishak Hall. I don't really know how to spell it. :) Which leaves me with a final paper on the 29th on the politics of Singapore; that means plenty of readings for me, the kind that you can never quite finish. I got the coursepack from Philip, and it was white and pristine and I wondered if he ever got his nose into those pages.

Pretty pertubed what to fill my days with after the exams. The job search goes without saying, and I am excited about Thailand. "What kind of industry are you looking at?" I don't know. I just want to be happy.
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1:12 AM
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Build me up buttercup
I swear, at the most random pockets of time I string together words in my mental diary but once I hit the NewPost button, my brain just shuts off. In any case, the examinations have commenced and I haven't done any substantial studying, but it will suffice for light expectations. Even in the exam hall I think of you. And that's not a good thing.
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9:22 PM
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
All Souls College
Midway through Cohen. He is hitherto a genius. I never realised I am a conservatist because I only learnt it as a political ideology...but really, i am a perfect small c conservative.
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5:36 PM

Aristophanic Filial Piety
Premise 1: It is fine to beat children; to discipline them.

Premise 2: Elderly parents are in their second childhood.

Conclusion: It is fine to beat elderly parents, to discipline them.
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1:02 AM
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Le petit gentilhomme , je t'aime




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3:05 AM
Saturday, November 13, 2010
chagrin d'amour

Need more brains, less heart


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10:08 PM
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Quench that curiosity my dear
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4:59 PM

More on The Endowment Effect
The Endowment Effect basically describes the phenomenon whereby the value of an object is augmented when we possess it: when it becomes part of our endowment. It is the outcome of 2 interplaying effects: loss aversion and status quo bias. Loss aversion occurs when the disutility of giving up object exceeds the utility in acquiring it. Thus the status quo bias.



Applying this to the context of relationships, I feel that the endowment effect usually kicks in after entering the relationship. We want to know that we have made the right choice of partner, we need a kind of assurance and justification, therefore we begin to see our partners in a different light, suddenly he/she cannot be compared to anyone else just because he is ideal. It is also because of this effect that we cease to consider new options, because what we have must be better. The endowment effect is said to be irrational and defies economic theories; love is irrational, too. The problem here is, are we in love with an imaginary person? Have you permitted yourself to develop a grandiose concept of your lover and be holding on to what never existed? So you might feel that you shall never love another with the same kind of intensity again, because he is irreplaceable, but if you set aside your feelings and bring in rationality, he is really much more ordinary than you ever realised.
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10:03 PM
Monday, November 08, 2010
exactement

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9:34 PM

hanging on

So I was studying for tomorrow morning's paper, and somehow decided to indulge in fantasy 'if-only' thoughts, and then it struck me how I must most certainly have been much happier at the same time last year. At random moments the blog archive is really valuable, and I was right.

In the November of 2009 I wrote about simple dates out with you, hand in hand, favourite naps films and dinners. The only premonition would have been the lyrics of Fragile.

Which goes like this:

If people can see right through my eyes
Like an open door that I can't disguise
I won't be afraid from the tears I cry
I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside
A little fragile

So caught in emotion and I'm overcome
As I'm falling down I come undone

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel so frail so small
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile

Something snapped and now, I feel insanely lonely. I miss us.


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1:14 AM

Rainy nights attack!
My heart needs some sort of a mental faculty because it is stupid with... love.
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8:17 PM
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
it is not for sale, sorry
At Starbucks writing on the endowment effect, over an ice blended Toffee Nut Cream. I am in a strategic corner where I allow myself to be distracted by fluttering feet and shadows. It would be perfect if I had a nice plump shoulder to settle my wanting head into, poisoned by magical cologne blended with skin, diffused into my lungs and consciousness, bringing me many nights back to a favorite memory, as you press your pursed lips against the thin green straw and take in the darkened roast that engulfed the mug.