This morning I woke up all groggy and having Garfield like eyes on a Monday morning. I was wondering what on earth could've made me so tired, then I remembered my dream.
I died and turned into a starfish. Of all things, seriously. So I dropped a gazillion feet from the sky and plopped into this pond, and being a starfish, well, I couldn't leave that pond. Then I died again. Drowned, in a flood. wth.
I have no idea what that means, but it sure as hell drained me out of my energy today.
Two more hours to a two week break.
And so much closer to London.
ahh...bliss :)
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Another year
So it's the new year. And everyone's been blogging about it. Pardon my skepticism, but another new year just reminds me of how painful life can be.
Or how unfair it can be. And how it will always be. No matter how much we try to hide from it, it is the most inevitable fact that it is still lurking somewhere, and we choose to not acknowledge it.
For things that reminds us of the past, we lock them up in drawers, stuff them in the far ends of our closets, bury them away deep in our thoughts. For us humans, we never forget. We only choose not to remember.
So while we live life according to what we think will 'make them proud' or while we try to fit into their footsteps, endeavouring to continue what we think was 'unfinished business', and stepping back engulfing in self pity thinking how it would be like if that person was around, we (well I) sometimes forget that she's gone.
Like how I think she'll eventually be reading this while I'm typing this out.
It's almost been a year. And the memories are as fresh as ever.
Or how unfair it can be. And how it will always be. No matter how much we try to hide from it, it is the most inevitable fact that it is still lurking somewhere, and we choose to not acknowledge it.
For things that reminds us of the past, we lock them up in drawers, stuff them in the far ends of our closets, bury them away deep in our thoughts. For us humans, we never forget. We only choose not to remember.
So while we live life according to what we think will 'make them proud' or while we try to fit into their footsteps, endeavouring to continue what we think was 'unfinished business', and stepping back engulfing in self pity thinking how it would be like if that person was around, we (well I) sometimes forget that she's gone.
Like how I think she'll eventually be reading this while I'm typing this out.
It's almost been a year. And the memories are as fresh as ever.
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