oopsie doops, it’s been awhile!
but of course i’m busy busking in the sunshine, taking in all the happiness and food. And spending quality time with my bed.
i’m really hoping summer has much more in store for me because this much bonding with my bed isn’t very healthy, plus i think my dog really wants to not be patted every second in the afternoon.
i was reading some of the (celebrity?) bloggers of singapore and to be honest, i don’t know how they do it. i’m not a fan of uploading pictures and i most definitely can’t sit there typing out everything that happened in my day. gosh, i’m wasting my life away here, i’ve been reading the blogs of people i don’t know and who don’t exactly perform any greater good (so i really don’t have good reason to be reading them).
time to grab that book that’s been idling on my shelf waiting for me to peal open with complete excitement.
but i’m craving for butter crab, hokkien mee and KFC. and mark zuckerberg does have a cute dog.
i can hardly contain the excitement in. i am about to bid my freshman year goodbye, and i’m clad with mixed feelings; i’m closer to going home, but it was one hell of a year.
this is a pretty bad time to be completely addicted to reading. The History of Love is one of my favourite books so far, and it is the only book i read at such fast pace not to feel the joy of finishing a book but rather because i could not stop feeding myself with the pages and pages of wonderfully written words. When i flipped the last page at 4am i just wanted to start it all over again.
“Sometimes I imagine my own autopsy. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failures: kishkes. … When the clocks are turned back and the dark falls before I’m ready, this, for reasons I can’t explain, I feel in my wrists. And when I wake up and my fingers are stiff , almost certainly I was dreaming of my childhood. … The pain of forgetting: spine. The pain of remembering: spine. All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist: my knees. … To everything a season, to every time I’ve woken only to make the mistake of believing for a moment that someone was sleeping beside me: a hemorrhoid. Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.”
25 more days before i’m heading home!!! <3
time is passing incredibly fast!!! but i’m happy it is! (:
i’ve heard it way too many times and it was always a cliche statement to me, but i finally understand why it’s constantly said that bad things always happen to good people, life just isn’t fair is it? and the sad truth is that it never will be.
Lord, we need more miracles, please.
Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life–in order that I may boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor for nothing.
i wonder if it’s a bad thing that i’m constantly looking forward to going home. i wonder if people think that i’m wasting my time here if all think about is home. i wonder if my life would be different if i were studying in singpore.
But one thing i can be sure of is that if i stayed, i would have regretted not coming here. just looking at the pictures of people in other parts of the world makes me want to trod the land they did so badly. i feel like seeing and experiencing every little corner of the universe.
there really isn’t much of an “if” in life is there? thinking about all those “what if” and “if only” leaves one in utter self pity. how fortunate are we to just be alive, and completely healthy and happy? it just doesn’t make sense to not live each day to the fullest. no matter how much i miss my family and friends, i am on my way to making these three years nothing but pure joy.
Albert Einstein
