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.
lauantaina, joulukuuta 09, 2006
lets all become monks and retreat to nepal
like i told huda, i've been a total antisocial hermit who has refused to leave the house days on end. and then i only leave at night to a place where presumably there are no people that i may run into and then spend hours .
did i mention i wake at mid day, sometimes later, and stay awake roughly till 4.
nocturnal roaming : check
reversed biological clock : check
fair skin: check
strange looking: check
black clothing which borders on goth: check
blood sucking: pending
so you see, i nearly fit the typical description of the nosferatu. wonderful! i've morphed myself into a vampire. i just need file my teeth to sharp points and go around seizing people by the neck and drinking them dry =)
there's something fairly romantic about the notion of being a vampire and seizing prey with the wind in my flawless hair and the moonlight giving a preternatural glint to my eyes. too bad i'm not romantic, don't have flawless hair and the moonlight in singapore is hardly bright enough on most days do give me any kind of glint, much less a preternatural one, whatever the heck that supposed to look like.
so on to the facts : i've become an antisocial hermit. i like my current life as an antisocial hermit. people who want to break me out of this hermit like existance is welcome to try but likely to fail. i want to go out with people, but not the whole world, so please please, unless i've said i'm going out with you, don't ask me to go out with you. i like to be an antisocial hermit.
and no, i'm not dead, nor have i left singapore yet.
marlz
12/09/2006 12:04:00 ip.