Begin with the end in mind,

See death as the final destination

Someone who long for a rejuvenation of childhood innocent in this world of hypocrisy and irony... Someone who long for a touch of love in this cold and heartless strange land... Like a fallen angel, heaven seems to be so near, yet so far from me... Begin with the end in mind. Think death as the destination, As we edge closer to it everyday I love you

Saturday, November 25, 2006

an interesting article on The Economist.

excerpt:
"... As studies show, and many women will attest, men tend to misinterpret innocent friendliness as a sign that women are sexually interested in them. Dr Haselton and Dr Buss reasoned that men who are trying to decide if a woman is interested sexually can err in one of two ways. They can mistakenly believe that she is not interested, in which case they will not bother trying to have sex with her; or they can mistakenly believe she is interested, try, and be rejected. From an evolutionary standpoint, trying and being rejected comes at little cost, except for hurt feelings. Not trying at all, by contrast, may mean the loss of an opportunity to, among other things, spread one's DNA.

There is an opposite bias in women's errors. They tend to undervalue signs that a man is interested in a committed relationship. That, the idea goes, is because a woman who guesses wrongly that a man intends to stick around could end up raising a child alone.... "



cooked pasta with a friend just now.
my maiden attempt. for a special situation. for a special person.
and it turned out edible! definitely wish to have more culinary explorations in the future.
a significant step towards being a neo-modern man. maybe i should focus more on small and little joys like this..



a semester is almost gone. and so many things have happened, yet i feel so unachieved.

same time last year i finished my A level. this particular year passes the fastest in all my 19 years of life. yet i feel i have changed and grown up the most over this year. i know there is no turning back. i took a path less travelled. a path so bumpy. a path so obscure that i cant see the way in front.

but i will continue my ride.

and to all my friends who seem to be fighting a miserable and lonely battle. you are not alone. hang in there, and our time will come.

*end with a glorious invigorating song*

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