I am now in my well testing lecture trying to take in what happened in my well testing class that just finished.
Let's see, I could do the questions which I studied for, but could' t do the questions on the topic I skipped. Hmm... Conclusion, studying actually works. Bwah
Been checking my bank account every 5 mins. Allowance was supposed to come out 2 days ago... Cana in sungkai ni? Rumah knda bmakanan, LOL. Die lah...I wanna go back to Brunei and remember what it was like to eat actual food,
Monday, August 31, 2009
Well Testing...
is a bitch.
Derive radius of investigation and list out the reservoir and fluid properties which determine it.... blablabla....
How much is this worth....10%.... meh....
Derive radius of investigation and list out the reservoir and fluid properties which determine it.... blablabla....
How much is this worth....10%.... meh....
Friday, August 28, 2009
Quiet Nights
Reclusiveness has taken ahold of me lately. Can't even bother to go on msn sometimes, and barely talk to my coursemates as much as before. Something in me is just sick and tired... I feel like I can't be myself in front of these people. I can't believe I'm at a point where I'm embaressed and ashamed to be who I am and not knowing why exactly. I'm turning into one of those people who is so self-concious around people. Where the hell did this vulnerability come from?
I don't know, dissappointment in myself and in people I guess. Nothing is ever good enough. Funny thing is that, when I reach home and sit around with my housemates, that nagging feeling just fades away. I feel safe here in the Coogee house. No one judging you, looking down on you, throdding on you and using you and throwing you away like used toilet paper. That's why this is my home I guess, this is why I still live here despite the high rent and tiring distance from uni. We all need a little love sometimes.
Mindless babble to sooth my overflowing mind, please bare with me. Nights here are peaceful, and quiet. Sometimes too quiet for my tastes. Back in Brunei, I'm used to the TV loudly playing from the living room and my cousins running around. Occasionally, my housemates make a ruckus, and that usually puts me at peace. I've learned to get through those quiet moments though, learned it quite recently too. What happens is, when it gets too quiet, I start to think too much and it'll take me ages to sleep. Restlessness seems to be cured by calm controlled deep breathing. Learned it through yoga of all things. Started doing yoga at Fitness First (putting that expensive gym membership to use) and its more about breathing than bending yourself in unimaginable positions. I incorporated that during one of my restless nights and it worked well.
It was a weird thing to do but...hey...it worked..... thank you yoga.
Anyways, to sum it up, I hate myself, I have trouble sleeping, I'm doing yoga. hahah, pretty weird post. Sorry ;)
I don't know, dissappointment in myself and in people I guess. Nothing is ever good enough. Funny thing is that, when I reach home and sit around with my housemates, that nagging feeling just fades away. I feel safe here in the Coogee house. No one judging you, looking down on you, throdding on you and using you and throwing you away like used toilet paper. That's why this is my home I guess, this is why I still live here despite the high rent and tiring distance from uni. We all need a little love sometimes.
Mindless babble to sooth my overflowing mind, please bare with me. Nights here are peaceful, and quiet. Sometimes too quiet for my tastes. Back in Brunei, I'm used to the TV loudly playing from the living room and my cousins running around. Occasionally, my housemates make a ruckus, and that usually puts me at peace. I've learned to get through those quiet moments though, learned it quite recently too. What happens is, when it gets too quiet, I start to think too much and it'll take me ages to sleep. Restlessness seems to be cured by calm controlled deep breathing. Learned it through yoga of all things. Started doing yoga at Fitness First (putting that expensive gym membership to use) and its more about breathing than bending yourself in unimaginable positions. I incorporated that during one of my restless nights and it worked well.
It was a weird thing to do but...hey...it worked..... thank you yoga.
Anyways, to sum it up, I hate myself, I have trouble sleeping, I'm doing yoga. hahah, pretty weird post. Sorry ;)
Monday, August 24, 2009
This woman's work
Daymn.... lawa brabis this song:
Was watching the so you think you can dance American show on TV few mights ago. When they performed the dance to this song, it was soo lawa maan. It was for breast cancer awareness or sumtin. Lawalah, search for it on youtube. I know, what's a guy like me doing watching so you think you can dance. hahah, boring wah! Oh crap, australian idol's on, see ya. =p
Was watching the so you think you can dance American show on TV few mights ago. When they performed the dance to this song, it was soo lawa maan. It was for breast cancer awareness or sumtin. Lawalah, search for it on youtube. I know, what's a guy like me doing watching so you think you can dance. hahah, boring wah! Oh crap, australian idol's on, see ya. =p
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Updated
Heya guys, what your seeing are the first two pages of my comic GOTS. Posted it to accompany the new look of my blog. Decided to make this more of an art blog, express myself through drawings and comics seems to make me feel alittle better. hahah, cheers.
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