Speak

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Sometimes I really wonder why I even bother at all.

writing at 12:16 AM

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Much as I would like to believe otherwise, I don't have the capacity to be that accommodating. The opening is too narrow, the particles too imposingly large.

Nothing really gets through.

By choice and not by chance.

I would like to block out everything, because you can't get infected if you don't breathe. Why expose your Archilles' heel, and expose yourself to destruction?

It's a dangerous and treacherous world.

writing at 11:30 PM

Sunday, March 12, 2006

I like people-watching.

Especially on long journeys home on the MRT, I like to observe passengers - their fashion sense (or lack thereof, =X), their facial expressions, their little actions, and what each might possibly mean. I'd try to imagine what type of houses they live in, what kind of lives they lead, what type of personality they have. It's quite fun, really.

Sometimes, time consuming as it is, I like to sit down and watch people pass by, especially in busy junctions. You know the feeling of watching the rest of the world rushing about, but yet you remain a passive spectator, uninvolved in this mad whirlpool of activities.

But of course this hobby is not without its perils. For one, prolonged staring at some people (especially ahbengs and the likes), might provoke offense and result in undesirable consequences.

Alot go through my mind all the time, and much as I'd like to put it all down in words or otherwise, it's inadequate to express them accurately, due to lack of abilities perhaps.

Sometimes, I talk to myself (mentally of course). OK maybe not sometimes, but all the time. Not because there is no one else to talk to, but because... hmm I don't think there's a need for me to offer any explanations; it's just a personal choice.

They key is to know how to cover your eccentricities well.

writing at 1:01 PM

Saturday, March 04, 2006

I lost another uniform, my skirt. And I'm quite positive somebody stole it OK. Because I left it on the hand dryer to go to the toilet cubicle, and when I came out less than 1 minute later it was gone. G-O-N-E.

I could almost feel the empty space there mocking at me.

I was fuming mad lah. I stomped out of the toilet but there was no one in sight? Ran up and down but saw no one either. I was so angry I wanted to murder somebody (much as it goes against the 10 commandments :S). It's just a stinky old skirt, crumpled and smelly, who in all their sanity will want to kope it!

What makes it all the more maddening is it's the 3rd piece of uniform I've lost within a month lah! And I refuse to buy another set. Not when I have less than a year left of school. So whatever I'm wearing now is not mine, and the skirts are either too small or too large.

So if you see me in school, don't ask. Jusssssst don't ask. Rah.

writing at 12:07 AM