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.
maanantaina, elokuuta 01, 2005
school
yes it is still the good old boring : school. i never fail to doze in school at some point of the day. the days just stretch longer and longer as the week pass, and sometimes i wonder whether its just me or that there are really long faces and increased pon-ning in class.
i guess its the countdown to the promos. bleah. and thats just the short term goal. i shudder as i think about what looms ahead of that obstacle. may God save our souls.
so i suffer daily in the sweltering heat in the heart of pasir ris. the library has had more business these days and chatting and trying to study has lost its former charm as the new occupants bring that librarian prowling the upper decks of the library, which used to be the safe haven.
i'm feeling kind of worn out, and national day preparations aren't really helping either. the signing is a joy, and i suppose in some ways the fatigue that sets in later is worth it, just that i feel like i've been stretched way too far. sitting in the rain for 7 hours isn't as exciting as when you think about it. unless of course, its obs. hah. i'm biased forget that last statement.
and not to mention, i'm terrible when it comes to saying hi or totally ignoring a person. i'm torn between both, because i'm more used to one or the other and i drive myself positively crazy because of it.i've never felt so awkward in my entire life.
but no, life isn't in shambles around me, contrary to popular belief (down at prcs at least). i'm just trying to gear up towards the promos, and make sure that i make it through. that i HAVE to MUST do.
i oft wonder why the dark long arm makes you stir more than that fair, slender goading arm of temptation. perhpas because its a necessity. it is a dog it dog world you know. perhaps a woman eat woman world. or man eat man world. argh. that doesn't sound right.
my muse, where art thou? seems like i've been losing my creativity lately and horror of horrors...i've actually started liking econs *appears shocked*. i'm a disgrace to myself.
have pw now, if i have to mention another part of my very sad life. so well, have to go and meet my mountains of work.
toodles~
marlz
PS grey skies and blue clouds aren't much of a destiny
8/01/2005 07:59:00 ap.