Walls cave in your embrace.
feeling: exhausted; undone
music: norah jones - what am i to you
Six hours of sleep ain't that little. Why on earth then, do I feel like I'm about to fall asleep face down in front of my computer?
Badminton with the gang was an enjoyable affair. There was a lot of laughter and catching up amidst the game, and it almost felt like we were back on TP's courts. I do miss poly life so much. Despite it being equally, if not more, hectic as university, there was some laidback quality in the campus that I can't seem to find in NTU.
My mind's a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts. A twisted cocktail, bad-tasting I bet. I'm thinking of dropping commitments, skipping lectures, and plenty of naughty what-nots. But. I think I should know better that inner peace doesn't always come with a beach of pool escapade.
Yet again, the heart and the head are at war. So much for not caving into instant gratification. Urghs.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
sracs.
sracs.
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Sracs, competitor to Crocs. Sand shoes so comfortable; it's like walking on sand.
schlop. bob.
schlop. bob.
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I couldn't resist this pair of siblings. They actually attempted to snorkel in Sentosa waters.. haha.
PA217171
PA217171
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Vivocity-ing. It's my third weekend in a row. The perks of living near by huh, haha.
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PA217172
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Was so tempted to buy one for the beach tomorrow, BUT I should really stick to my plan to read my 102 notes.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Nothing but a dead connection.
Nothing but a dead connection.
feeling: two steps behind
music: rooster - deep and meaningless
I recently told a friend that hanging in the middle wasn't gonna cut it for him. I should have said it to myself.
Words, actions and everything else intangible. The allure of the New World. Sure it hurts to be left behind, but I'm not gonna fall on my knees and cry.
Two steps behind. I'll catch up.
To all who have expressed concern and frustration: I know, I know, how difficult you feel it is to get to me. I'm sorry I'm just not good at this whole sharing shit. It doesn't mean that I'm cutting you out of my life. It's just something I have to do alone.
feeling: two steps behind
music: rooster - deep and meaningless
I recently told a friend that hanging in the middle wasn't gonna cut it for him. I should have said it to myself.
Words, actions and everything else intangible. The allure of the New World. Sure it hurts to be left behind, but I'm not gonna fall on my knees and cry.
Two steps behind. I'll catch up.
To all who have expressed concern and frustration: I know, I know, how difficult you feel it is to get to me. I'm sorry I'm just not good at this whole sharing shit. It doesn't mean that I'm cutting you out of my life. It's just something I have to do alone.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Candy colored beach huts.
Candy colored beach huts.
feeling: refreshed, sleepy, overwhelmed
music: jem - stay now
A friend asked me if I was really alright, or if my recent spate of goofiness was an attempt to disguise my unhappiness. Another friend then asked how it was possible for me to go on with life as though nothing was wrong.
It may seem so, but I am not hiding behind a facade. At least not to my knowledge. I can't lie and say that I'm on top of the world, but I won't go all depressed and say life sucks. In fact, I think life has dealt me pretty good cards.
If my day today was replayed ala a Kodak filmstrip, top moments would probably be the laughs I shared in the toilet with my neighbours earlier; having my roomie fuss over me running alone; and my run in solitude. Such simple pleasures are seldom reflected upon and appreciated, but when they are, you'll realise that life really is wonderful.
And maybe I am just blessed with the knack to push the bad thoughts away for long enough before indulging in a good wallow or two. At least hauntings don't happen daily.
My emotional state aside, I had a life-altering moment in Tuesday's lecture. While watching Kunnie present a case study on the 2004 tsunami, I stared at the picture of the devastated beach huts in the news article and dreamt. I thought of having my own beach huts at some Asian beach.. living the beach life I've always wanted and doing what I love - meeting and talking to people. I thought of how I was gonna get press coverage, and even came up with an elaborate plan to woo investors. And then it struck me - what the heck was I doing in Communication Studies? Continuing in Hospitality would have given me the in-depth knowledge I'd need. Or I could take a huge risk and start the gamble without a degree. Excuse. Bound. Urghs.
Anyway I'm quite proud of myself. After so many weeks of relaxing 10-15 laps in the pool, I did 30 laps yesterday, which kinda proves it's all in the mind really. My abs are aching quite a bit, and the harried run earlier has left me with achey knots in my shoulders.
Night world.
feeling: refreshed, sleepy, overwhelmed
music: jem - stay now
A friend asked me if I was really alright, or if my recent spate of goofiness was an attempt to disguise my unhappiness. Another friend then asked how it was possible for me to go on with life as though nothing was wrong.
It may seem so, but I am not hiding behind a facade. At least not to my knowledge. I can't lie and say that I'm on top of the world, but I won't go all depressed and say life sucks. In fact, I think life has dealt me pretty good cards.
If my day today was replayed ala a Kodak filmstrip, top moments would probably be the laughs I shared in the toilet with my neighbours earlier; having my roomie fuss over me running alone; and my run in solitude. Such simple pleasures are seldom reflected upon and appreciated, but when they are, you'll realise that life really is wonderful.
And maybe I am just blessed with the knack to push the bad thoughts away for long enough before indulging in a good wallow or two. At least hauntings don't happen daily.
My emotional state aside, I had a life-altering moment in Tuesday's lecture. While watching Kunnie present a case study on the 2004 tsunami, I stared at the picture of the devastated beach huts in the news article and dreamt. I thought of having my own beach huts at some Asian beach.. living the beach life I've always wanted and doing what I love - meeting and talking to people. I thought of how I was gonna get press coverage, and even came up with an elaborate plan to woo investors. And then it struck me - what the heck was I doing in Communication Studies? Continuing in Hospitality would have given me the in-depth knowledge I'd need. Or I could take a huge risk and start the gamble without a degree. Excuse. Bound. Urghs.
Anyway I'm quite proud of myself. After so many weeks of relaxing 10-15 laps in the pool, I did 30 laps yesterday, which kinda proves it's all in the mind really. My abs are aching quite a bit, and the harried run earlier has left me with achey knots in my shoulders.
Night world.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
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