She is 19 and yes, immensely mature and wise.
She loves her friends and would never have made it this far without them. =)
She still lives in a dream but one that is too surreal to even count as a dream.
She trusts in the Lord and he has always carried her through.
She is loved. =)
THANKS
Thanks to Huihui for brilliant comments! =DD
Stuff was put together in Adobe Photoshop CS
WISHLIST
The Shrunks! Combats against fear of the dark.
Canon Ixus 980 (compact camera)
6:45 a.m. - 2009-05-09 Memories from hc are still fresh in my head... but of my sec and pri sch, almost nth remains. It seems like the only feelings i have for my sec and pri sch are bitter ones. Only the bad memories have remained, leaving a somewhat regretful and traumatic aftertaste. I passed those ten years in a total daze. If you were to ask me how i used to spend my younger days, i would find it very difficult to reply. And yet, there are a few nightmarish incidents that remain as clear as the day they occurred. In Primary 2, there was a teacher that once sent me out of the class because i jested with her. A one liner joke earned a very painful punishment for a kid so young that she could not understand why her teacher was so touchy. To this day, i still do not understand what was so bad about the joke. I remember clearly standing outside in bewilderment, tears streaming down my face as i gritted my teeth and endured the shame. That very same teacher used to tell the class horror stories that kept me up late at night shaking with fear. I still remember her name. I wonder what i would tell her if i ever saw her again. Would i enlighten her as to the "difference" she made in my life? Or would i talk about it in good humour and would we laugh about the old memories? I think not. The trauma definitely still exists and the child that still resides in my memories does not forget so easily. And then there was that other teacher who had an ingenious idea of holding a fruit party. At that time i was somewhat picky and did not really like eating certain kinds of fruits. At the fruit party, i was forced to eat these fruits. To this day when i even smell honeydew i feel nauseous. It is amazing that while most of my sch days passed in a blurry haze, these few incidents still remain sharp and clear in the recesses of my mind. I can even remember the smallest details like the utensils we used to eat the fruits from or the sitting arrangement of the class and the view from the door. It is a hypothesis that when so many women are together in one place, bitchiness is bound to rule them all. Much as I would love to proclaim the utter wonderfulness of the fairer sex, truth prevails. Too many women is not a good thing. Take AWARE for example, with so many women shut in one hall, it is no wonder that some of the most ridiculous and childish actions were acted out by ADULTS who definitely should have known better. I wonder if they went home and cringed about it. On a happier note! exams are ended! entries should definitely be more forthcoming henceforth =)
3:25 p.m. - 2009-04-05 1) The bus uncle who talked to himself during the entire ride- very scary since he neither had a bluetooth earpiece or anyone near him. (i checked.) 2) One boy on the bus who used his umbrella like numchucks and starting fighting an invisible opinion (complete with sound effects. omg) He wasn't that young either, definitely old enough to know what constitutes weird. 3) The lady that was on the bus whom i saw flagging down a taxi when the bus arrived at the bus stop.... HMMM.... (mayhap she has an identical twin in identical clothes) 4) The auntie who on her way out of the window seat, stopped right in front of the girl sitting next to her and thought for a while before leaning back into the seat and pushing the bell for the fourth time... =/// The poor girl who was visibly squashed leaned back into her seat and squeezed her eyes shut... Ahh... the joy of bus rides....
On women and an oversupply
One night i was lying in my bed thinking about how fast time has past. It seems like in a blink of an eye, 20 years have shot by without me paying any attention
The joy of bus rides
Bus rides are great times to observe the people around you. It becomes a rather addictive game to sift the weirdos from the normal people. On one bus ride, i observed at least four weirdos! =) That totally counts as a level up.
But gradually... as you watch the weirdos you begin to realise that you too are under intense scrutiny... was the way you sat down on the chair clumsy or dignified. Are you doing weird stuff as well? Do they observe you observing others and think "what a weirdo... staring at ppl like that..."
