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.
torstaina, joulukuuta 02, 2004
another london day
well today is another of my so-called london days. its damp, its dark, and cold and a fog descends upon the land that refuses to go away. sigh. what weather.
so we went out early morning bcos the poison man aka exterminator was coming to poison the house. so i woke early, shifted the things, put on my shoes, my gloves and my jacket and away we go. so we went to milja täti's house. gave her a shock. isoäiti went to hide and put me in front of the door. when she opened it, she didn't realize who i was, and just said gd morning and waited for me to state my business. unfortunately, i didn't have any business, so i just smiled and she looked at me. until i couldn't take it any longer and i called isoäiti out. then she realised who i was and then she gave a huge bear hug. her house is so nice. really. and you can see the church clock tower just outside the window. she offered us piparkakku (gingerbread) and glögi (a warm spiced xmas drink). both were really good. so we chatted until around 12 nn and then we went back home.
cleared up, cooked. then went to read my jane austen. and then i slept.
well. i don't worry here, since i'm on holiday. ok. i lie. i do worry. but its not the excessive worrying that happens when i'm not on holiday. i worry abt trivial things. nothing worth mentioning really.
funny, how no matter how far i am from s'pore, all my dreams take place in s'pore. home is where the heart is, definitely. and home is where my family and friends are. i guess thats why i never let go, and even though i find my real homeland where i'm a citizen beautiful in every way. i think my dreams will always be placed in s'pore. thats a thought.
more updates later. i got tea waiting.
12/02/2004 03:52:00 ip.