Tuesday, January 30, 2007
its hard to stay mad at someone. especially when u know that someone means well. of course it would be best to not get mad in the first place but that as usual, is a little hard to attain.
fairy godmothers shld really exist.. then w a wave of their wands, all will right itself, duties done, dreams attained, and no one harmed in the process. like the invisible hand, alls well that ends well.
This is us in australia, hunters valley, storybook garden. lying stretched out on the grass in e midst of a tumbling jack and a tumbling jill. heh. its like a time freeze, us splat in the middle of motion.
from the time traveler's wife:
'What is it? My dear?'
'Ah, how can we bear it?'
'Bear what?'
'This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?'
'We can be quiet together, and pretend-since it is only the beginning-that we have all the time in the world.'
'And every day we shall have less. And then none.'
'Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?'
'No. This is where i have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when i go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.'-A.S. Byatt
We're all got some weird relationship with time dont we. and i shall go start my day proper now.. wat a sleepy dreamy wednesday.
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dreamed.at .|. 7:40 PM
Saturday, January 20, 2007
singing agreeably agreeably of
(:
it feels good to be happy. amidst all the work n rush piling up.. despite stress n pressure charging in.. im happy. and it feels good to be happy. (:
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dreamed.at .|. 11:55 PM
Saturday, January 13, 2007
warmth please
its so cold nowadays tt i can sit in my room w doors n windows shut..fan off n still shiver. sitting at the balcony at night is near impossible now too. the draft tt creeps from over the massive tree tops just too chilly. barely 3 mins n goosebumps dot my skin. brr i dont like this kind of cold. its arid, penetrates right to the bone. a bit like how solitude sometimes does.
well the first academic wk of the yr was a mix of nice and slack. it feels like one of my feet is in school zone while the other holidaying, gambolling ard like an otter. i even managed to squeeze a visit to orchard n the beach. heh. it feels good, to be out of school on a sch wk.. sun shining wind blowing.. hardly a care n ipod singing in my ears. i skipped my way fr my house to the bus stop :D n the construction workers' stares didnt stop me either. heh.
Intense room cleaning n cobweb destroying, hazy morning lectures, haphazard book n notes buying. seeing the same old familiar faces again, having lunch w tania n cheryl, jill over at my hall lying on my bunny bed tog talking, pris n i talking before i drift off to sleep... its all so familiar it feels like i've never left. yet theres a different feel to it. N alr, the work has piled in.. obligations too. Its a bother trying to negotiate with the insane stats programs.. n somehow i manage to find myself agreeing to take kids out on excursions for a sum of 30bucks. oh boy. this sem looks set to be as challenging as the first.
Cuddle my Pebbles!
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dreamed.at .|. 5:07 AM
Saturday, January 06, 2007
those silly little wounds
while the bulk of us are fretting over the inevitable beginning of a new term, whining bout stuff like
wth why r the stats notes 18pgs or
shit how many lumbering lizards are there in our room by now, its easy to push aside/forget certain unpleasant things tt may otherwise cause much anxiety. its instinctive to want to duck or squrim away from painful things but that doesnt make it right. if picking at (not so) old scabs might help someone deal with her bleeding wounds better wont it be worth a try? i guess so.. if if u can bring urself to pick at those stubborn scabs that took a while to dry up.
sometimes i feel like telling that mirror 'oh get over yourself already'
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dreamed.at .|. 7:21 AM
Thursday, January 04, 2007
its been sweet
"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need." -Grey's Anatomy Don't Stand So Close To Me
Well, its been pretty interesting, 2006. Where do i start? Its been a year of new experiences. Some of them so absurd i wont dream of myself doing it. Attempting to explain the inner workings of a high tech vacuum cleaner in chinese, trying to lead hokkien cheers (not sth im exactly proficient in) w a bunch of flour/disgusting goo gunk splattered strangers.. trying to force feed sheep carrots in a small german town near the border of switzerland.. and i could go on and on but whats the point?
Bottom line is, big or small, absurd or simply lovely.. im glad for all these experiences. They're pushed me, unnerved me n basically made me grow some. 2006 wont be half as interesting n i wouldnt have grown half as much wo them. The year also saw more emotional exhaustions than i would have liked to have.. Still, im really glad for the ppl that have stuck w me thru all the shit i get myself tangled in. Not because of e convenient excuse of school or because circumstances made us.. but because we're just glad to have each other in our lives. thank you (:
so toodles 2006 n hey 2007! with an open mind who knows what this year might bring.
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dreamed.at .|. 1:43 AM