I was going to go offline but thinking about the earthquake in Iran really disturbed me and I just had to write something down.I apologize for the raw quality of the poem but it just reflects how I feel right now.I feel so bad for the poor folk of Bam.Please,join me in saying a prayer for them.....

Iran,Oh, I ran

5:28 am,
The walls came crashing down,
Did you know what was going on?
You were,
asleep,awake,
laughing,living.
Now,
You're crying,running,
screaming,dying.
How many alive,how many dying to survive?
Another day,another dead.
Another morning,mass mourning.
Things look so bleak,
Women slap their own faces,
Nobody can speak.
A town full of broken-hearted men,
is Bam.

Tim'03

Poem of the day:

Identity

I suddenly realize that the scars
on my body
are as beautiful to me
as if they'd been there all my life.
But,
Do others see them as I do?

Tim'03

Today was a disappointment.Having tossed and turned all night(finally got some sleep at abt 4am),I woke up all ready to go for a big day of shopping in edinburgh.As luck would have it,the trains weren't running...guess I'll have to try later today eh?Everything in town was shut,even bloody tesco(the supermarket aka the most hip and happening place in town apart frm my flat of cos!rah!)....so,it's more or less time to hit the sack and i'm not sure if I can even do that....I've watched 3 movies i think and loads of telly today,my brain feels like mush.....the most intellectually stimulating activity I attempted was changing the water for the fish and even then,I don't think I did all that good a job,the water looks the same.......

Right,it's christmas day.Happy christmas to all those who celebrate.I'm currently sat in front of the computer,wong is sleeping in front of the television which is off,i.e. it's but a black box till the next time it's on...tis funny to realise that said box has such a huge impact on my life;a source of entertainment,access to the outside world,yadayada.....but anyhow,I digress.Right now,having not ventured outside of my flat all day,it's beginning to feel like I,myself,am stuck in a box....this is the first christmas day I've ever spent without a member of family in attendance..same for wong,it was so strange to wake up today,aware that underneath the christmas tree(yes,we have one in our wee student flat) was nothing and also, no christmas lunch with relatives to look forward to...instead,me and the wong had an oven-pizza each from tesco.we spent a good 15 minutes trading insults in a distinctly singaporean style till we both had a "moment of clarity" and decided to stop....oh golly,with wong around,it sometimes feels like i'm losing the plot.but,if i was alone in the flat,i most definitely would have lost it a long time ago.so,well done wong for keeping me company this christmas...to those of u lucky enough to spend christmas with ur families,make the most of today,enjoying one another's company.god bless.singapore.aye.

It's been a long time,the essay is long done.I'm still in St Andrews,in the freezing cold,next to the North Sea.I've currently got a few animals to look after: 5 goldfish,2 geckos and a Wong(If u ever get to read this wong,know that this was meant in the nicest way possible).
Anyhow,to all those reading this,I wish u a merry christmas and a happy nuyear.Remember me when u unwrap your presents and also,when u wander near some mistletoe(this only applies to ladies,only u are allowed to think of me,not the guys....no.)As for myself and wong,we'll be sat in front of the fireplace,sipping on gin and juice,laid back......u know how it goes.

Right, am up at this awful hour, doing my essay. It is coming along nicely though.A few more hours and this self-induced madness will be over.I wish I was the sort who could take a break and continue writing my essay the next day but I can't..it's the beast-it-out method which I'm used to,and that,frankly is not the best thing...not for one's mental and physical health at least..but hey,if it works,don't fix it eh?In the infamous words of Destiny's Child,"I'm a Survivor."Oh,I would do anything to have this essay over and done with right now but it looks like the night is still young..right then troops,back to the proverbial grindstone.See u all later,mon the techno!!

Argh,another weekend past.That essay deadline(why the word dead?how strangely apt eh?) is looming over my stressed out l'il head.I need some soul food,some loving,a barrel of hugs,a wallet full of cash and a break(or a box of kit kat till said break).....some warmth would be nice too....anyhow,
song for the day:
The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice
It's been some time since I last came across a song as beautiful as this.It's one of those songs which stirs up emotions inside which I sometimes feel have died....that wasn't supposed to rhyme by the way.It just is.

christmas is coming,the geese are getting phat.Pleased to put a penny in the old man's hat...oh no,christmas is upon us...i wish i was home...instead,i'm going to have the wong for company,which isn't necessarily a bad thing.We're going to sit in front of the fire place(yes,we have one!) and roast mushmellows till we get mellow...and then,we'll do it all over again cos it's too darn cold to go outside!!hurray for mushmellows!

Argh,work is getting to me.Having spent all afternoon in the lousy,germ-filled library,I have the rest of the night inside said library to look forward to......i hate the place,why can't it be half as decent as the ones in Singapore?!It doesn't help too,the fact that winter is most definitely upon us.It is freezing.There,I've said it. Not that my words are going to make it any warmer.....I need to visit a pub for a serious session sometime soon or I am going to lose the plot.Being stuck in the flat(or library) is not a healthy way to go........

oh no...i know that i'm homesick when i start surfing touristy websites about singapore...i just came across one fairly comprehensive one which had a page dedicated to describing local food and it just made my mouth start watering...not good....i nearly burst into tears when i read the words roti prata,teh tarik,kaya toast and much much more....i can't go on..i've just had dinner and i'm now feeling hungry again!argh,i miss wearing flipflops and bermudas and my sunglasses...i can only do it here,in my flat with the heating at full blast!dammit.u people,do not have any idea how lucky u are....*sob*...i'm off to put some raw potatoes into my mouth.

So,I'm coping with the week in a fairly decent manner.Going to classes and generally feeling sorry for myself as one does.It will soon pass though.I can feel it.In a day or two,I am going to be raring to kick ass again.In the mean time,I am surviving on a diet of green tea and smoked salmon(not together of course)....well,what else can I say but PEAS OUT!
yours in electronic hedony,
tim the meister of all things gothic-quirky-chic.

Oh,the weekend is over once again*big sighs abound*....thank god for tea and coffee and all things caffeine-ish.I just came back from a glasgow weekend.Such fun,such joy.MON THE TECHNO!over the weekend,i became an honourary shipmate together with ali(who came back frm germany just for the weekend),max,leon,innes,michelle,aidan and a whole bunch of folk.i am going to need lots of rest,water and vitamins to recover from the crazy weekend.I must give my 5-pence worth though.Pressure's 5th birthday was absolutely brilliant.Miss Kittin was sexy as hell,adam beyer was freaky in a michael stipes-manner but banging nonetheless,groove armada were shit-hot and laurent garnier was indeed,the man with the red face(or was that nose?!)...the rest were good too.too many to talk about.......subculture at the sub club was wicked,like ali said,it was the perfect post-pressure night out!harry and dominic must be given credit and innes especially.innes,for taking his shirt off in the club,shouting "mumra,mumra,mumra!!" at the djs and then giving them high-5s!what can i say but fan-dabbay-dozey!
signing off,
techno stacy aka tim!!
p.s....the song for the day(s) is "relaxin' with cherry" by Kid Loco..what an incredibly smooth,chilled song..it melts my insides.