I often look longingly at them: the great sense of camaraderie they share with their peers, their laughter, their smiles; fun and joy springs to mind at the very thought of it. Deep inside, something would move, something would grow. It was resent; not for them, but for myself.

'It could have very well been me,' I would always say to myself. This would always be followed by an overwhelming sense of helplessness and regret.

I would, almost religiously, then start to fantasize about being in a junior college of my choice; ah, the fun, the laughter. Eating in that small canteen where everybody has a smattering of everyone else.

But then, I would ask myself: 'Will I be willing to make the trade?"

I've weighed the options, I know the answers. But one can dream, can't he?

I'm glad I'm going to Hong Kong with this group of people.

These are really cute!







These pictures are from a blog called 'MY MILK TOOF'; a friend of mine shared this with me just today :D

I should learn to have more trust in people.

I've been having lots of random thoughts lately, for some reason. The past few days are but a hazy blur in my mind. I'm positive something triggered them.

I should get my head shaved.

I felt so helpless when I saw Andrew sprawled on the floor; there was nothing I could do but stare and clear for the paramedics. He's strong, yes he is. He seems so cheerful all the time. Who would've thought?

Sigh.

Love CampTCP '09!

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Go easy on my conscience
'Cause it's not my fault
I know I've been taught
To take the blame

Rest assured my angels
Will catch my tears
Walk me out of here
I'm in pain

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Once you've found that lover
You're homeward bound
Love is all around
Love is all around

I know some have fallen
On stony ground
But Love is all around

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man.

Tongue-tied and overloaded.

I was squeezing on the bus to school when I received an SMS:

"NP> COMT = A ;ELS =AD ;LCRM =AD ;LA =A ;TEC =B ;TFM =A"

That seriously made my day. I think I smiled so much that the other commuters thought I was crazy LOL


The only thing I'm unhappy with is my econs. It's really frustrating to know that you came up an inch short of perfect D:


But who have I to blame?

I've become more practical and less idealistic. Not sure if I like the sound of that.

I so don't know what to blog about ._.

My mind has been in a semi-permanent state of mental block ever since Monday happened. It couldn't be the workshop, could it?

Nah, I just need more sleep.
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"...and she brushed past me.

'Ah. This is a good place to sit.'

She placed her bags on the bench adjacent to mine as she began, with much difficulty, to sit down. I watched her as she fished for her water tumbler from her bag and as soon as she did, the wind started to pick up, putting her at the mercy of the chilling rain.

She packed up and stood, calm and oblivious to her surroundings. Slowly, she trudged to the bench a little further up and laid her belongings on it. The scene was not unlike that of a picnic; her colorful dress danced to the wind as she sat, quietly sipping from her tumbler.

I finished the last of my gelato and wiped my face with a tissue. I stood up, eyes still fixated on her. It struck me then, that moments like this don't come by often. I was stuck in a dilemma; part of me wanted to go over and strike conversation while the other was uncomfortable at the thought of it. With great deliberation, I started walking back into the mall. I peered over my shoulder and as I did, a part of me went all warm and fuzzy.

As I approached the automatic glass door, I was greeted with a frigid blast of cold air; I disposed of the gelato cup and stole another glance at the old lady as I placed one foot on the metal step of the escalator: that tranquility, a weak, lonely figure against the grey, blurry rain."

I find it hard to face some people; it just gets awkward to the point where I close up.

Skin look familiar?

I like it simple :D

Meh, I'm lazy to continue doing anything more. I'll add the picture and whatnot another time.

In the meanwhile...



Official music video here

Thanks Klinsen.