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

perjantaina, marraskuuta 11, 2005

sour plum faerie

my teeth ache. i'm sure they are going to drop out any moment. geez...

band prac has gotten more and more tiring. and there's been less and less people. i pity yijun, and the section leaders who have to call people up repeatedly. you know, i thought that band prac is meant to be attended, whether or not your feel like going. apparently, some people don't feel the same.

i can understand if there are certain reasons for it. but sometimes, i find the excuse so feeble that i can help but start tutting. once or twice, maybe, but surely not all the time. the band is as weak as its weakest member, and if the weak members don't come then i ask, what is the point of practicing?

anyways, i shall end my tirade on the decreasing number of members who turn up religiously for practice lest someone feel offended and bombard me. just so people know, i'm not addressing anyone in particular, just feeling annoyed that my hard work is affected and i have to rework something because someone missed a practice or two and needs to learn that part.

something that our conductor never fails to say during practice "AGAIN!" *rubs nose*

i've really taken to tea alot these days. i'm totally convinced that all that tommyrot in enid blyton and other very english books about tea being a remedy to all ailments, including broken hearts, is actually true.

i like tea because its soothing. it warms you up when you are cold. eases tummy aches. thick black tea gets rid of diarrhoea. it makes you calmer when you are angry, or sad. it cools you down when you are hot, especially with a nicebit of lemon and heapings of ice shavings. it helps you get to sleep. and it can help you keep awake. all depending on what type of tea you brew and how.

grannies are so wise to make it their drink of choice. and i shall do so too! i can just imagine a little old lady, with snow white hair and frail as a tiny sparrow perching on the dining room chair. she stirs her tea slowly to cool it and looks out the window, thinking of all the people she has encountered, all she has done and means to do. she takes a sip, and lets the warm liquid slowly trickly down her throat, steaming up her glasses in the process. she watches the clouds pass slowly, in their own leisurely way, and continues sipping, quietly.

i've often done that with my grandparents during my stay in finland. we'd wait till it was 5 or 6. my isoäiti would call me from my room, and a hot mug of fruit tea would be sitting on the dining room table, or in the kitchen. the smell would be just so heavenly. then there'd be earl grey in the pot, bubbling slowly for me and säsä. we'd take cinnamon buns out of the freezer and put them in the microwave. then we'd eat them hot in the living room while sipping our tea, watching the snow flakes drift down in the dark street outside and listening to the wind howl round the house. then we'd engage in a long conversation about cabbages and kings, and nothing in particular, or we'd watch another soppy british soap opera on television.

and when i got a cough because of running around in the cold outside without a hat, isoäiti made me a cup of scaldingly hot peppermint tea. which did just the trick, because the next day i was totally cured.

see, one cannot blame another of being so fond of tea when the memories attached to the beverage are just so pleasant. just one whiff of the stuff can make me feel so overcome by nostalgia, that i just can't help but reach out for the mug and make myself a cup.

and for the party animals, there is a tea for parties too you know. its called long island tea. =)

oh well, enough of my rambling about tea. my eyes are about to shut on me. heippa

marlz

perjantaina, marraskuuta 11, 2005

sour plum faerie

11/11/2005 02:10:00 ip.

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