it's weird.everytime i see somebody's wish list,i feel compelled to satisfy it for them.
had cell graduation today.it was total fun,real catching up with the cell members.realised that i haven't been arnd them for quite a bit,and i really regret that.thanks to jamie,cuifen,enqin,xiaoting and all those who were there.it felt funny walking about suntec so formally dressed,but it was still super duper fun. :) thanks to all the people who were there that made it so enjoyable.okay.i'm running out of adjectives.hahaa.
it's quite late at night,and sleep seems to be the nearest thing to fulfilling logic.yet,it seems difficult to lie down on the bed without moving.the feeling seems to be that,i've spent almost everyday sicne the big o's just lying in bed doing nothing,while the whole world just continues revolving.i realise that the world doesn't come to an end when the o's are over,yet i can't seem to pick myself up to do something meaningful.the trip to egypt seems so near yet so far.i laze arnd all day doing nothing but lazing on the couch and flipping channels and i feel like my life is wasting away day by day.i'd probably make a really bad terminally ill patient.i don't know.yet i come to my room and stare at the stacks of books that i have to pack and the messes that i've made,i feel like i don't have to start,i don't have that sesne of urgency.and this is going to be really bad for jc life,cos like jhee said,it'll pass by really fast,and the crux lies in whether one is able to have proper control of time.you'll have to start right on the onset.i really have to get my butt up and moving.sigh.it used to be so many things to do,so little time.yet now,it's the exact opposite.why can't time be transferrable?one of the mysteries of life.
i find this is going to be another nonsensical recordings of my musings,so there's no obligation to read on,even if there is anybody.
thinking about it,i rather like nobody reading the entries that i make.the thinly-veiled privacy makes me imagine that i'm talking into this blank space,that nobody is listening,rather like talking to God alone in your room.you realise that somebody might walk past and overhear something,but it doesn't seem to matter to you,until somebody makes a comment about it.then it becomes all so..dangerous and risky i guess.maybe that's why i haven't been blogging for such a long while.oh wells.
watched bowling for columbine on my brother's com..the night before,i think.it was..a show that was at the same time,a documentary,a movie,a influx of emotions and a whole lot more that cannot be described with words.i don't know how to describe that feeling when one's close to tears,yet you cannot help but watch on with bated breath that something,just
something will happen to improve the situation.i think it's called hope,based on the description above.it's a difficult show to swallow,but highly recommended.it's basically about high school kids who can legally purchase guns in america,and shoot students in their school.it poses a lot of questions that one should have asked when faced with a tragedy,but didn't have the mental capacity to think of,or the courage to ask.for one,michael moore is a director that i now appreciate.it is difficult to portray such a unbreachable subject in a highly emotional charged documentary like that.it's really sad.life is sad.yet..
i hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
you get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
may you never take one single breath for granted.
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
i hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean.
whenever one door closes i hope one more opens.
promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance.
i hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
never settle for the path of least resistance,
living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking.
loving might be a mistake but it's worth making.
dont let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
when you come close to selling out, reconsider.
give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
dance, i hope you dance.
playing: ronan keating-i hope you dance.
