At the height of modesty and routine: when you still lock the door and wear a towel around your waist as you walk from the toilet you your room. even though there is no one around. ahha. ah well. this blog is getting too graphic. time to change topic.
so here i am, typing away in perimma's house. its been a good day. feels accomplishing. and wow. its really strange. how slow time seems to be moving now. and how satisfyingly relaxed and calm i feel. and to think. all i needed was some time. just starting school 4 hours, JUST four hours later than usual, and it can make a world of difference. sigh. no i dont feel content or complete or anything of that set just yet.. just, settled... yeap. thats the word. settled.
so today i woke up to an empty house. except i dont like to think of it that way. Jack lives there too. haha. he's not quite an imagnary friend, cause he's far from friendly. but i like to think of him as the house boggart. hes the guy the turns on the light when no one else says they did. he's the guy that'is responsible for every missing item, and misplaced sock in the house. he's the guy that randomly slams the door when its not fastened to the magnetic door stopper. he's the guy that makes the shuffling feet noise in the attic. he's jack. well he means well. i think. ahha. yeaa. siigh. you know when a kid has lost it, havent you? haha.
the saddest thing is, im not inventing him up NOW cause im alone. but i invented him up a looong time ago for no apparent reason. hahha. now THATS truly psycho.
but i AM sane kay. and my ice kachang eating experience has nothing to do with my sanity. haha. so yes, last thursday was the first time i tried ice kachang. so? doesnt make me any less singaporean. haha. or any less sane for that matter. whatever, i say. its all in the past.
but past has a funny way of haunting you doesnt it. songs just dont go away from ur head or mind.
U2's the sweetest thing.
killer's mr brightside
martey casey's tree
something corporate's constantine
mmmm. gives you this cosey feeling doesnt it. music.
last saturday went for debates in school. then i went to cut my hair at this braber near bedok. and it felt pretty heart warming. cause the barber's baby was there walking around the shop and he was eating bread. and the barber was like tending to the baby before cutting my hair. and it was so cute and sweet to watch. and the baby sat obediently on the chair while waiting for its dad. yeaaah. sigh. inceidentally when i went to the airport that day to send off my family, my dad asked why my hair was so badly cut. ahha.
yeah. hmmm... my family left for oz last night. was at the airport to send them off. felt so strange. hm.... i dont really know what to feel. sad.. but my minds just too caught up in my work to feel it, really. now thats sad, really. but i cant force feelings.
today went to paya lebar macs to settle debates, play tic tac toe, line game and four in a row with char, then settle house com stuff. ahha. i notice house com work so far has always been cleared up by three people, in a matter of a few hours. liek when manda, kamun and me finished the collage. or today when jon, kamun and myself finished the yearplan. ahha. wow. to be fair anh was there for the first hour or two. but it ended with three.
anyways, went to play pool to destress. i like pool... sigh... =s
somehow i just cant type the same as i do in me house. i blame it on the lack of music. sigh.
ah well. i better sign off now. think ill watch the match with perippa inawhile.
and soon, the dreaded cycle of school will restart.
hmmm. ive been told to smile more often, not cause i have a nice smile, or anything of that sort, but cause my my natural face tends to frown into the most unpleasent of things.
good night.
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