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, kesäkuuta 06, 2006
#510
its my post number 510 since i started the blog. considering that i've had it for some time, shows that i haven't really blogged that much.
i hate being told "you better do..." if you want something ask and it shall be given, demand and i shall be irritated. especially early in the morning when i'm doing some school work. i do NOT appreciate being told that i "better" do something.
anyways, of the recent happenings.
went for the class bbq last week after the lessons. my muscles were aching all over and my head spinning because i was so tired. didn't get a proper night's rest before school the next day. so anyways, van, rad, ewis and marilyn came over to help me transport the food from my place to the park. there were gloomy looking skies threatening rain before that BUT i forbid people to say the r-word and no one listened. so we felt a passing shower.
food wise, we had more than enough, contrary to anand's worries that we wouldn't when i mentioned how much i spent on the food. it was pretty well received, even if we did have so many leftovers. The guys were pretty much useless, especially alan, who failed to start the fire despite him saying that he had gone through a fire starting course. i had to come back repeatedly to reignite the fire. only anand was useful, who helped to build a decent fire and ewis, who was very good at fly swatting. oh and muhadher wasn't useless cos he's muhadher haha.
the night went pretty ok, loads of talking and alot of marvelling at the sunset. so jakun lar. as the night passed i realized my hopes of staying over for the night at prcs could not be fulfiled because of the amount of things i needed to bring back home. shared a cab with fuad, marilyn and justin.
and oh yes, we took a picture (ripped of van's blog). bev's boyfriend isn't too bad a photographer even under the influence. alan's missing cos he left early for a reason unbeknownst to us all and aneesha's not there cos she didn't come. tried to hide at the back, but i'm not that successful.

the next day i went down to assist crestwinds where i could during their camp. didn't do much, cos sectionals was cut short. played a little during the combined, but not very much. had fun playing captain's ball with the girls! my team would have won had i not left the game half way. gave some suggestions for games, which they took up, but i'm not very sure it they enjoyed. i think they did find longest line fun though. hehe.
the section's pretty much ok, just that there seems to be very few players, especially in the second parts. not sure how that came about. no bass clarinet either, which i think would be a great help to the woodwinds, cos they don't have a baritone sax and only 1 tenor. i guess for me the best part of the camp was meeting mary and rafidah and sallehin and liyana and see hua again. i truly miss our batch of sec 4s from crestwinds. too bad that so few of us came down. the dreams of a alumni need to be stashed aside yet again. i don't think we'll ever have enough to see an alumni for crestwinds, which is extremely sad.
talking abt band, i'm playing for nbc! the clarinet's need people and i agreed to help, so i guess i'm in. don't know whether i will be playing bass or not. really it doesn't matter since the standard marches don't have a bass clar part, so i will have to play the clarinet for that piece. whether i switch around is still a mytery to me.
i wanted to write abt death but i'm too tired from studies to do so. maybe another time. for once, a post that isn't morbid nor pessimistic.
marlz
6/06/2006 04:27:00 ap.