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, lokakuuta 03, 2005
printing press
its the 2 days before the promos and i'm blogging. i should not, but i cannot help it because if i don't i'll just stare blankly at the paper on wednesday and think about the things that i had to blog about today. that qualifies as a valid excuse right?
and yes, i've kicked into study mode for quite some time now and sacrificed on a number of things, tv, sleep and hours loafing abt on the sofa being among others. and i'm proud to say i've been productive, memorized a heckuva lot and am confident on certain topics. thats thanks to study time in the library, at the GO benches and pretty much every where i go (including the 'white throne', as mr aaron tan likes to put it) so i must say that if i don't get promoted i'm going to be very very very disappointed. i must i must i must i must.
the week's been pretty eventful despite the studying, i've discovered that studying with andy is productive, as is studying with vanessa and justin and anand. i've found out that others aren't so good to study with because their either a) too smart and great ego shatterers or b) too keen on discussing which subject is their best and not really focusing on the studying at all. otherwise, studying with myself is still the best. i found that alex ang thinks that taking 3 arts subjects is equal to willingly putting your head on the chopping block, and i've also mastered the art of avoiding people. see, all has been good!
then on friday my mother and her sisters decided to hold a barbeque which, of course, i attended, it being a family gathering that i cannot miss out on. my cousins nearly enticed me to stay the night but i decided not to. one reason was because i was planning study that night and to head to school the next day for more mugging. the other was because every time i faced the beach i'd look out for some piece on junk floating out there so that i could be sure that littoral drift actually exists. at that pt i knew i was a bit off becuase littoral drift does exist and i was seeing imaginary sediment being deposited up the beach by swash. studying geography does wonders. so i cycled home at around 12 mdnite which was nice.
besides that everything's been same old same old.
i'm positively elated that fasting month (ramadhan) is peeking around the corner, and officially starts on wednesday. if i think of the fact that wednesday is also the start of the promos as a minor detail, i definitely can be happy. *beams* fasting rocks my lime green polka dotted panties i tell you! (not that i wear lime green polka dotted panties. it is a rather gruesome image if you think about it)
ramadhan means new found energy, it means making kuih, it means spring cleaning, it means being able to buka puasa together with my relatives, it means meeting my cousins, it means helping my mother to sew very long curtains until 4 am in the morning, and it means fasting. and thats the least of it. i love this time of the year cos you can literally smell the festivities in the air a month before the festivities begin, and it means being happy and feeling good all month long.
can't wait for wednesday. gotta mug gotta mug~
marlz
10/03/2005 02:53:00 ap.