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POSTED AT 06:02 PM

natanna

Short.

Mini update.

Back from KK.

Facebook Should Not Be Banned in the Office - The Pros of Allowing Networking Sites in the Office
Although networking sites like Facebook may seem to be counter-productive in the office, here are some reasons why an office-wide ban may not be as worthwhile as it seems.
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/2109547/facebook_should_not_be_banned_in_the.html

posted while away. 

House of Many Ways might be on the way, if I'm hardworking tonight.

Pictures too. 

But maybe not here. 

photos
POSTED AT 03:04 PM

natanna

KK photos are up at facebook.

Off to Kuching in a bit.

a wish list
POSTED AT 12:53 AM

natanna

(of sorts)

Zee Avi - Zee Avi

Lenka - Lenka

Orson Scott Card's Tales of Alvin Maker:

• Red Prophet
• Prentice Alvin
• Alvin Journeyman
• Heartfire
• The Crystal City

NaNoWriMo 10th Anniversary T-Shirt

Chris Baty - No Plot? No Problem! The Book

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(of other sorts)

to publish

to dance

to sing

to produce

to read you right

to sleep.

work... work...
POSTED AT 12:00 AM

natanna

I'm trying to get back into some sort of routine. It's not really working.

There are photos to upload, ideas to jot down, books to read and work to do.

The work to do is being lagged a bit due to the continued holiday mood, especially with camp around the corner.

Not good. Not good at all. 

Motivation. Where's it gone?

 

jumbledom
POSTED AT 01:02 PM

natanna

Happy Belated Birthday to Jasmine! (11 Sept)

Happy Birthday to Jee Seng! (12 Sept)

Happy Early Birthday to Tze Seong! (13 Sept)

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Camp is around the corner, w00t!

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The weather conspires against me. I was up early-ish and wanted to go for a walk. (I'd say run but I can't). So I washed up and gave myself about 15 mins to reply messages on facebook, and then it rained. And after it rained, the sun came out. 

So I'm still here, in front of the computer, becoming a fat blob. 

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On the other hand, another book review is up: House of Many Ways. 

I really want to do something meaty, but at the moment, I have no motivation, ideas, or will power. We'll see.

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You's going away.

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I forgot what I wanted to write this morning and last night. Stupid brains.

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Quarter life crisis.

Coming soon. (or rather, almost there)

Listening to: stupid chinese opera thing outside my window :(

Yuin,
POSTED AT 11:51 PM

natanna

I miss not being able to sms you stupid random things in the middle of the night.

Hurry up and give me your Scottish number.

I will hurry up and *try to remember* to get a mike.

for pueyguan
POSTED AT 12:02 AM

natanna

It's scary to put up photos of someone who's extremely fussy about photo quality, when one doesn't quite edit anything.

It's difficult to take photos of one who's always behind a camera.

But here's one anyway:

I hope you conquer all your mountains,

and chase down all your passions

happy birthday, you!

Solitarism
POSTED AT 11:13 PM

natanna

 

It was a strange sort of fatalism, really, the way she danced with lovers she never had. She would stand and watch them, mute and unspeaking, as they went on with their lives and conversations. And she would smile, having gotten to know them without really knowing them. It was a game to her, riding the rollercoaster of her excitable emotions.

Fatalism, 29/07/04

So she said, “I could never love him, you know? I don’t know why, but I think I don’t know how to love.”

So She Said, 30/11/08

Because some things haven't changed and I am as solitary as ever. It's opened somewhat, the social circle, but as tainted as ever by that essential shallowness of relationship and coldness of heart I have always built around myself. Ice queen. And maybe I've built walls where there should have been bridges, but that's a lost art as far as I am concerned. 

So I lie to myself and say that if you really want me, you'll chase me so hard that I cannot deny you. In reality, I'm just covering up for my own ambivalence. Really, how hard-hearted can I get?

But maybe I haven't found one whose vision completes and complements my own. 

The quarter-life is coming. I can see a crisis already.

Feeling: contemplative, sort of.

I'm off...
POSTED AT 07:53 PM

natanna

for iBridge Camp 2009!

Toodles!

meh.
POSTED AT 12:49 AM in thoughts

natanna

But the dreams are worn thin, empty shells of what they used to be. Washed and wrung and hung up to dry. I know where I want to go but I don't know how to get there. And maybe they're fragile, too fragile to be put on display. And maybe they're tied up in something else, something I don't know how to define. 

My dreams conflict with my desires and I can't talk about them because I'm not ready to give them up. I said I've committed, but I know I haven't because I still want to go. Because I still get upset when people joke about it. Chase your dreams, they said. Follow your heart. How do you chase something you don't even know? How do you follow a direction that you can't understand?

Crisis my foot.

 

but miss you, i do
POSTED AT 12:25 AM

natanna

you, for your rock steadiness amidst mischievous grins 

you, for random camera conversations and plans for the future

you, for random music forwards and driving around for food

you, for late night makans even though you've eaten

you, for sandwich and peach parties

you, for one hour discussions on where to eat

you, for lame conversations

but really,

why have you gone?