Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I have a severe headache now due to lack of sleep.
damm.
Quite a few events happened last week.
Friday 14/8/09
Worked in EK. Posted as rink cashier.
I spelled rink as ring just now, man I REALLY am tired.
Slacked in the rink all day. I love spraying the enhancer and spreading it all over the synthetic ice with the mop thingy. So cool, all those who walked pass were looking at me. I felt like a STAR.
After work went home and bathed. Left my house to meet up with OG24 ppl.
Met up with them and ate swensons. Smoked shishar (wonder how I spell that), drank a little beer and went home after that. Reached home at about 2am.
Sat 15/8/09
Jean mok's bday party!
WOW so many ppl. Went with huiling, huiying, tseyun and xueli. Carmen fell sick and wasn't able to come. So many ppl were having bday parties there and for a moment I felt like I was in Diagon Alley. I felt really happy ahhaa, cause there were so many ppl and we were wading through them, just like how Harry was walking down Diagon Alley with Hagrid in year 1. Anyway, it was a fun day for me. I truly enjoyed the Jean's bday party although we didn't do much except eat and talk. Being around my tt mates makes me happy, cause it's like going back to those carefree days in NAS. :D
This was how I felt when I was walking towards Jean's chalet! hahaha what a perfect picture!!Today, 17/8/09
KTVed with Anna at Kbox.
Man I don't like Kbox. The sound system is not as good as Teo Heng..and I hate the ++++
I love Teo Heng :). I felt so wasted when I was singing in KBOX, just couldn't sing as well. Mike is hard to hold and......well, I just like to sing in Teo Heng.
Why can't I open the POA file. Oh man, and this is a busy busy week for me...
I feel like sleeping right away..should I?
:(
Thursday, August 06, 2009
School officially started for me.
Aug 3rd
What the hell is wrong with blogger?
I don't ever want to leave or lose this blog. It is the only place where I can assume and reassure myself. Although I am not being perfectly truthful about who I really am in a way, there is no false statements written here. Everything written here is pure fact, the facts of my life. I created this blog so that one day, in the event that I am not able to remember much about my life, I can still hold on to these little entries of truth. Records that I am actually alive and the happenings occurred.
I love writing but not on a paper.
I love the typing sensation. I love the perfect prints, the prefect layouts.
When I was young, I always asked my sis to help write my name on the workbooks and textbooks. Why? Cause I will be affected by my own imperfect writings. If it was written by another person, I won't be that affected. I am still affected by my own handwriting now although I try very hard not to care.
My sis always kept a diary. A real diary, penned with ink. I wondered why I did not write one myself. I would have loved to read my own story now cause I can't remember much of what happened in primary school. Writing a dairy is great in a way as you get to see your own handwriting transformation. Oh, I guess I didn't write a dairy because I will get affected by my imperfect handwriting.
Recently, my emotions are stabilizing. I don't get emotional that often and I take things in stride. However, I don't feel elated. It's like I have reached equilibrium. I kept myself busy with priorities and plans, to envision a pretty afterworld.
But all in all, I am like a hamster running the wheel. *squeak squeak*
I wonder why I am writing all these, there is no particular construction like a chain of events. Words and ideas are just popping into my head and I start to form sentences.
Anyway, friends made it easier for me. I actually felt connected and contented at some point in time and that I actually said to myself, "Hey! It's not that bad after all!"
But still, DAMM.
Btw, I am reading Anne Frank's diary. Makes me think alot, just like how I always felt when reading a Murakami book. Sometimes, history amazes me. I am so curious to go back in time, to witness for myself the things that actually happened. It's like, does Leonardo Da Vinci know that his paintings are still alive and will be ever after? How does it feel to leave a legacy?? I want to go back in time and tell Anne Frank that her diary will be read by millions. I wonder how she will feel.
But however high you climb, everyone overtakes you after you die.
There is no purpose after death.
I wonder why people are not afraid of death. To me, it's like a time bomb, like a incurable disease. Why don't people fear death? I for one, am so damm afraid of it. Sometimes, if I think too much, the fear eats me up and I have to really force myself to stop thinking. When I look at my parents, I can see how time corrodes a person and I feel really sad thinking that they are going to leave me one day.
On a sidenote, I am envious of vampires. I watched Twilight with my sister a mth ago on DVD. If you can choose to become a vampire would you? My sis pondered about my qn but for me, I have already decided long ago that if I can be one, I will definately become one. I will have so much time and so many chances.
Man, time passes really fast and I didn't realize my post was already this long. I guess it's time to sleep.