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Saturday, March 24, 2007
unbroken whoever said my life was boring- is wrong! the past week has been a real mood lifter and even though i miss bmt, i guess i miss being a civilian so much more! here's to the few good days of freedom i had- a taste i would soon forget for a good nine months- but only if i survive through it all. saturday after almost dying from 48 times around the pop square, i escaped to the melodious world of mosaic and tristan prettyman. sarah, glutton's bay, the random tourist couple, and drinks with shibani and cc from the yamagata league. PRETTYman!  it's a small world
sunday
monday the very golden and fabulously funny pam oei.  best actor! + (stranger) 
tuesday futile games of pingpong with ping alan and pong cc at ping's place aka void deck. lunch at the mall where dinosaurs rule no more, and indulgence in yong tau foo and a six dollars for four instant photoshoot. dinner later at suntec- pasta and gelare for dessert :] me alan zee nash @ fountain of wealth 
first up was posting- complete surprise for me. the bestest librarian! and a view i still miss sorely.  emo shot  chinatown baby!
msheng and i
'Cos this is the day that everything changes and your world stops turning.
10:22 AM
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
find your way back "i used to get away with so much now i cant get away" for what has been the longest 9 weeks of my life, i am back! (sometimes i wonder how i always find a reason to put an exclamation mark and sound excited) but only for a while, before i disappear once more into the wilderness to live out the life of a soldier all over again. on this early morning, it could almost seem like none of that ever happened. but it did, and gladly so. in short, it was a love hate relationship, but i have decided to live life with no regrets :] so here goes! i cannot bring myself to bridge the gap in words. the gap being how i left this blog with the photos you see below and where i am now. my current state of mind. whatever ive been through. all i can say is that i must have changed. i really am still the same person underneath it all, but i truly believe that my life will never be the same again. now that's scary. but scary also means exciting. i sit here not having to worry about A levels anymore...because the results have come and gone. for what once seemed like the biggest event in my life, it has now become but a piece of history, another square on my quilt of memories and thoughts, gathering dust by the day, and shrinking in sight from the horizon of my memory. it will return to testify its presence, to demand a little more retrospective respect, but for now, the sea is calm and calling out to me to take another step. the question in my life is- what now? and my anti-climactic answer is i have no idea. i really dunno where im going in life. i dunno what im doing now. why im doing this. i only decided to start blogging because i was lonely and had noone to talk to at this time of night. i supposed if i was desperate i couldve woken someone up. but just as my past is shrinking from me, i suspect i might be shrinking away from the world once more. how depressing. but then i am going to wake up happy. and such is my schizophrenic life. do you understand now, why i have no idea...most of the time? because i really dont know what im going to do, going to think, going to feel...nothing's really in my control anymore. not even me. but these are words of a lonely person. "right now i am solo and that will be changing eventually" this too, will pass. i guess what i really wanna say is. life is beautiful. sometimes we get lost along the way, sometimes we look up in the sky wondering what this whole game is all about, but eventually it comes to the point where...it really doesnt matter, does it? i mean we have a mind. use it. we can spend the rest of our lives worrying about this, but nobody's gonna give us the answer. but i have this strange intuition that its all going to be one big joke. just one big joke after another. and we will leave this place, laughing, completely unlike how we all arrived, crying. for all the uncertainties in my life i offer a toast. a toast to the suspense that will grip me and wrap me round my own fingers. i will twirl and dance in anticipation, like a fool, but a desperado at once, yearning for more, until i spin myself dizzy and decide to take a rest. speaking of which i need some so i guess i will stop here. but i love you i really do. so please come back to me and i will really make this all better. this one's for all of you. there should be no mystery. so why don't you ask me. hold me. tell me secrets. take me out. go to places where even you have never been. id be delighted to join in because i seek the momentary escape from boredom and hey, life's a party, really. and we are the happy merry puppets that lie on cushions and sleep till they dream of many splendid dreams that they never thought they could dream of. we and they dont really go together i suppose. later, i need to read. sleep. get my things to do checked one by one. and then everything will come true and the sun will rise so i can see again. i want to breathe. i want to talk to the rain. i want to drive for an hour. and i wanna watch chances fade. i also wanna say things i never meant to say. id like to hold my breath and count to ten. i know you are lost. well, so am i.
12:09 PM
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