Friday, April 30, 2010 9:53 AM
Between your other half and your best friends, which would you choose? Would you sacrifice your friends emotions to enjoy with him? They always say that your other half will become closer to you over time but how long is 'over time'? What about your other friends then? what will become of them?
It feels like being in a supermarket. Just that you're the goods now. New arrival, you seek friendship and companionship in the 'goods' around you, to pass time on the 'shelves'. Over time, one by one is taken off the shelves, into the world of love, bliss and what-ever-nots (which of course includes arguments and fights). Then you start to realised, hey, seems that there're less people that I can hang around with 'on the shelves'. And you start wondering, will those who leave remember you can come back? Or will your worth to them just fade away under the pressure of another entering their lives? What, as friends, are we entitled to expect from them?
Some things said have the possiblity of making things worse, but yet keeping them in doesn't help either.
P.S.
Suddenly I think my analogy quite retarded. But you get the point.
♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road
Monday, April 26, 2010 7:01 PM
Got this pic from www.ori-box.blogspot.com. Its a pair of keychains sold at $9.90. I want the black one. But it comes in pairs. Sobs. Obviously they sell this for couples. Why are cute things always reserved for couples? People single cannot arh? LOL.
As usual, I shall list down the stuff I wanna do after exams. I always do this when I'm supposed to be mugging for some paper. Oh wells.
1. Teahouse @ Chinatown (probably w JY, promised her to go w her one day but that day nv seems to come)
2. Sentosa (I need my twice annually fill of sun)
3. Kbox (I haven't sung with a mike for half a year. Singing in the toilet is not enough.)
4. Steamboat (I will die without this)
5. Bird Park ( LOL. Show that S'pore is damn small. Nth better to do)
6. Ramen shop (JY, must must must go.)
7. Ikea (I need my ice cream)
8. Marina Barrage (Nice pics + Sun + Wind + food. Who can resist?)
9. Aristal
10. Kushinbo (Someone supposed to treat me bday dinner there leh. dunno drag how long liao.)
11. Cycle around s'pore (Told you s'pore is small liao)
12. Mahjong!
13. Shopping shopping and more shopping
14. Marina bay bridge
15. Timbre
16. Tennis (Anyone can lend me a racket?)
17. Major slacking.
and the list goes on and on and on and on... Just that I can't think of any at the moment. LOL.
See ya when I get my life back. Three more papers. Jiayou everyone!
♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road
Sunday, April 18, 2010 10:48 AM
Stuck at home. Haven’t been going out at night for the past three weeks. Due to some personal issues. Missed out on a helluva stuff. Last Friday’s Welfare dinner and MAHJONG, dinner dates, birthday parties, Mayday concert, chill-out supper sessions. Damn. They always say there’s other times, but most of the time to me, opportunities come only once. This is like sadded to the max. Oh wells. What can i do?
Random rant : Why doesn’t my Southpark wanna load? (I shouldn’t be watching SP now right? Oh wells, I need to console myself. =P)
P.S.
Actually the above picture applies more to JY than me I suppose. But seems like I'm deviating from my own to approach that as well. Hmmm...
♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road
Thursday, April 15, 2010 9:59 AM
I found this super cute picture! Though I'll never do this la. LOL.
I typed a large chunk of blog entry hoping that I would be able to post it here. And WA LA!!! The comp at clubroom doesn't allow copy paste!!! >.<
PISSED OFF.
♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road
Monday, April 12, 2010 5:03 PM
I have been wanting to blog about this since the day that Sijing called me from Aussie and told me about it.
It was a freak accident that no one knew would happen. A bunch of my guy friends(ex-NJCian, canoeist cum dragonboaters) went over to Phuket for a holiday after their NS together. Apparently, they went on to jet ski and ended up crashing into each other. Two escaped unscathed, but one got hit in the head. And jet ski isn’t something that moves slowly. You don’t need to have a MBBS to understand the damage that the accident has caused. It didn’t take his life, but it did take away a whole large part of his life. If you did read in the news these days, he’s now in SGH and suffering from severe head trauma. I’m not sure if he’s still in coma or in vegetative state right now, but both cases would be just as bad. I don’t know him really personally but I do know the rest of the five that went along on the trip. Especially the one that is probably in the worst situation right now, being detained in Thailand alone under investigations.
None of this should happen on any one of them. Especially not when they are just on their way to starting uni life. Life’s so unpredictable. No one knows when what where or who anything will happen.
It is in times like this that we find back our faith in religion. It isn’t that if we believe in one that everything will be ok again. It’s more like there’s someone to talk to without laughing at your worries, to hold on to your own sanity. I know this because I have problems of my own that I can’t solve, that sometimes drag me off course. Belief brings hope and hope brings happiness. I will pray for you, for each and one of us and for myself.
Believe, because only by doing that, we can see miracles.
♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road
Tuesday, April 06, 2010 6:48 PM
Whose mum asks her kid not to mug? Mine. And I want to. Ironic isn't it? But I guess its best for me not to mug so much. Problems here and there will arise. Constraints.
Which makes me think. Those who can do, don't want to do. But those who can't, are desperate for it. The world is UNFAIR.
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10 MORE LECTURES TO GO.
♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road
Saturday, April 03, 2010 7:27 PM
When I was young, my dad always told me, ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’. It’s a brilliant piece of advice. But I guess I took it way too seriously and for way too long. I’ve always put up a barrier around myself, using laughter as a protective shield to wave off the damage. Little did I know that all the damage I’ve took over these couple of decades would come to haunt me now. Bit by bit, my shield wore off. I realised I could no longer hold up that smile as an answer to the insults and taunts thrown my way. Perhaps I’ve tolerated for too long a period of time, I’m starting to break apart. I find myself losing the ability to withstand the level of insults that I used to fend off. Is it a good or bad thing? And if you know the guys around me, you would know that the extent of such attacks isn’t insignificant.
I’m no stranger to verbal insults and should I call it abuse? As an only child, I was desperate for friendship from young. I told myself, if I was so particular about how others call me names or flung insults at me, I would never have friends. So I braced myself, faced the rest of the world and fought on. Time to time, I wondered if what they said about me was true. Each time after fighting my own demon, I’ll eventually win. I’ll fling it aside and everything starts all over again. You know, its like a video tape. Record, play, rewind, play, rewind, play, rewind... I swept aside the name calling camouflaging it as a joke of identity crisis ; pig, cow, goldfish, frog, toad, moonface, you name it, I’ve got it. I used to think that it would one day fade away. Mind you, I’m already 21. And it hasn’t. It has just became worse and it doesn’t stop at the names.
If you think words don’t affect me, think again. After all those years and all those things they say, I come to start thinking whether what they say about me is true. I know I shouldn’t and I know I need to fight it off with my confidence. But with a waning confidence level and an overactive brain, I can;t help but do. And it makes me wonder why do they say those things they do. Do they mean what they say? I know more often than not, they don’t. But sometimes, it occurs to me that although they say it for fun, it may as well be true. If not what gives them the inspiration to conjure up the idea? Do they ever know that some things said hurt more than physical affliction of pain?
Sometimes, I’m amazed by my own ability tolerate the evil things people say to me. I’ve probably finally found my limit. Some ask me, ‘how come you still can stand them saying those things?’ I wonder too.
But now, I think its time this ends. I’ve had enough. Thing is, can I make it stop?
♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road
Friday, April 02, 2010 10:54 AM
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
But what if it gives you rotten ones? Do you still make lemonade?
♥ Walking on,
my own dusty road