I have failed countless times to update this blog, and I have a feeling no one really reads anymore. However, since this was where I started writing it always feels most comforting to return to write short bit about my life here
I was browsing today this article where a number of individuals had submitted pictures or scans of their teenage diaries. I have hardly graduated out of teenhood myself; once a very interesting character told me that you don't truly stop being a teen until you've passed 25 years of age. Sometimes not even then. Yet I can't help but look at (the now hidden) entries that used to chronicle my life in secondary school and then in junior college. I was a very different person then, and yet, not so.
As I write this now, I am waiting for myself to fall asleep, for the memories in my head to die down so I may just tumble into a nice dreamless sleep.
Yet sleep evades me, as it naturally does when you need to wake mere hours later for the most important task of school. It feels so new all over again, because people just come and go and come back again.
But enough of my rambling, I should really try to at least close my eyes and lay down, and hope that eventually sleep will take me.
To all those people who left my life, I miss you. You know who you are
<3 M
marlz. daughter. sister. friend. cousin. girl. 1988. born to die.
tiistaina, lokakuuta 05, 2004
hyper
one last paper to go...mcq some more...haiyah, just do lah, then aft that in the aftnoon still have to go for o level music test...sigh, feel kinda lazy to go
but other then that, i'm super hyper today....wheeee...*rolls eyes*...yea right, hyper my foot
random thoughts. i once told jac that my blogging is kinda random...cos he said that his blog has to be perfect...layout wise, yea...i'm satisfied with mine...i don't see a need to change every so often. but well. thats me. right jac? your style is change.
lesseee...i have some random words that i was thinking of today
sinivuokko
haju
oikea
murre (hah, reminds me of that figgin book, damn funny)
kissa
pimea
kylma
marka
metsa
puu
jaa
vetta
kk, i know they're all finn, but heck. thats what i am aft all. ppl ought not to complain abt me and my finn stuff. that list was like, only a fragment of the actual list. have many more but, i'm just too tired to think again
like i said, i feel blank. good or bad? i don't know. its like, a book that once had words, and was filled. then suddenly one day, the words erased themselves. from the last word up till the first. in slow motion, in reverse. the ink bcame invisible. letter my letter. soon, all the words were gone. the book. it tried to close itself, instead of leaving itself out to the open. it was vulnerable. but it was too late. the mysterious erasing of words continued. the book let go the pages, and many formerly filled, were blown away by the wind. empty now, they held no value to the reader. so now the book is empty. what should the book do? its value is gone, and it has to fill itself up again. but the ideas, the concepts, the wonderful story is gone. but no, thats not bad. what's worse is that the person who weaved that story, the one with the wild and facinating, one could call wonderful imagination. that person is gone. and alone, the book has no means of filling itself up again. so is that a good or a bad thing?
10/05/2004 01:56:00 ip.