wilted twisted shredded pieces...

its been more than a week since i went to genting and even though i have tried numerous times to start writing bout it, i found that i couldnt because i just didnt feel like it. so i stopped because i found that when i wrote without enthusiasm, the product was always disappointing to me even if it seemed fine to others. i am very sorry to say that i still dont have the flash to write it down yet...i kinda miss the time when miss tang would give us essay to write and i would mull over the topic till i got my inspiration. the ideas just came out pouring. childish and far-fetched as some of the stories might be, i am still proud of them as they hold a piece of me frozen in time. at age 17. now, the english subject is no longer a part of my life. i only need to worry myself with math, chemistry and biology. ironic the only thing i am mediocrely good at is left aside. oh well, at least i have my own dear little bloggie right?

to more light-hearted topics, today i kena "fong fei kei" by some of my college mates! imagine, they chose dentist appointments rather than to meet me?! hehe. no la....anyway me, suetmei, sam and michelle oh had a great time talking about the perils and trials of driving, discussing about jpa, smuggling bubble tea into the cinema and....watching mr & mrs smith. for those who have watched that movie, ouch!!! the hand to hand fights between the two is really brutal and if that happened in real life....shiver. it was an ok watch but i didnt really feel anything while watching it. hehe. i usually judge something by how strongly i feel towards it. i dunno how to explain la, it can be a funny feeling in the pit of your stomach, a sense of deja vu, a fluttery feeling in your chest? anybody know wat i mean?

oh yeah! i saw the trailer for harry poter: the goblet of fire!! i cant wiat for the movie to come out. emma watson is so so so pretty! and the book is coming out soon too, phew...:)

chialing ar, i thought that when you are free and can go ice-skating only you tell me and we plan together mah...sigh...dunno la. i best dont put too much hope. the higher i get my hopes up, the more spectacularly it gets shot down. i read somewhere that live is colorful and exciting because of our hopes and dreams. but the more you hope, the more beautiful the dream is, the more vulnerable you are to be hurt right? a shattered dream is a piece of you dying.

last but not least, i have finally let go something that i have carried around since form 3! it was almost like an obsession, a cherished secret dream. hehe. sadly the dreams were..only dreams lor. but it has been with me so long that it is a part of me and it was difficult let go because i still had feelings for it. however, when i tried thinking about it, i found that the euphoric feeling that i usually got was not there anymore. time does heal all wounds huh? sorry if it is very vague but hey, cant wear my heart on my sleeves right?

sorry la. been feeling melancholic. especially now during the hols when i am alone most of the time and have plenty of time to think morbid thoughts...keke

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