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, lokakuuta 05, 2006
you never walk alone
well, I DON'T THINK SO. hah. obviously you walk the path of life alone. whether or not you have life partner cos you and only you know yourself, your feelings and your thoughts, and you and only you live your life.
buuut, that was not the point of titling this post in such a manner.
actually i only did so because i had thought i was the only soul in singapore that likes the band HIM. BUT i was sooo wrong, as i always am.
so anyways, i thought i was the only HIM-fan in singapor. until today, when i was walking down the corridor to my home, and somewhere the valley created by our high rise buildings i heard the strains of "wings of a butterfly". hmmm. i wasn't too sure, so i paused at the corridor, and looked over the ledge, and indeed, what i heard initially as a random guitar riff that sounded REALLY like HIM's wings of a butterfly was really wings of a butterfly! and how did i know? ahah, because ville valo's voice will be recognized anywhere, and it was his voice accompanying the guitar.
and it was so loud that it echoed around all the flats, so obviously someone was a fan enough to cause trouble to him/herself by blasting the song like the neighbours would tolerate it.
and so i paused there on the corridor, but a metre from my door (it rhymes!) and listened until the song ended. nevermind that it isn't exactly my favourite song from HIM, but it was nice to know, that someone else out there (pretty nearby actually) likes a finnish band that i happen to like. did i mention that HIM was finnish??? to quote mrs chua when she was pretty happy "yippeedeedoo!" haha
so you see, you may be alone riding the river/rollercoaster/bus/massrapidtransit of life, but at least you prolly are never alone when it comes to music. it is, after all, the only universal language.
football fans, as much as i LOVE the worldcup and watching football and all, i can't bring myself to say it is a universal passion. you see 1. not everyone likes football, look at america! and 2. i've not met a person ever, or heard of a person who doesn't have a preference of music. meaning that everyone has a favourite sort of music, making it a universal language. and besides, even if you can't speak the same language, give a musician sheet music/an instrument/a tune and they would understand what to do with it. can't say the same for football. there will always be the people who are KAKI BANGKU like me. hehe.
well thats it then
marlz
10/05/2006 01:39:00 ip.