since my past few post were dedications to my loved ones, i think it is only befitting - because this is MY blog, that i revert back to talking about MYSELF again.
i did a mistake of being too open with my online journal once upon a time. naked emotions, raw thoughts, everysinglelittledamneddetailofmylife. almost anyway.
but i realize now nothing beats pouring out to a good friend, instead of a digitalized screen; untangling complications, instead of aggravating them through blogs.
guess best lessons are learned first hand.
now that all of that is in the past, i want to liken my blog to a good solid reliable journal that i myself would not mind rereading over and over again. be that as it may, that has not been fulfilled. making me wonder whether i have turned from an extrovert to the opposite.
time. scarcity.
desire. depleting.
inspiration. sporadic.
consciousness? a constant.
to further elucidate the last of four, i seem to have this perplexing fear that everything written here will cheapen some of the best memories i have. who's truly happy for me? who's genuinely concerned about my well-being? who's judging this one-tenth of what my life is, based on this semi-serious blog???
sometimes i just feel that there are no words illustrious enough to express how i felt at that frame of time. how great things are, and continues to be. that's when i don't bother.
but like the beginning of this post spieled, i need to start talking about MYSELF again! =D so i know he passed, but Lim Goh Tong is deservingly the legendary gazzillionaire that he is. albeit the bus accidents, theme park tragedies and poor maintenance, genting will always have the advantage - that temperature at a tropical peninsula.
they say pictures are worth a million words. better bring out your reading glasses!!
date: 10/10/07 weather: drizzling.
had fun all the way up and back and to my house where they rummaged my closet! and two weeks later(which was a week from now) at bangsar, shopping for prom dresses.
[sidetrack] oh yeah, did i tell you that i'm grounded now? yes, yes, yes i am. and for the first time i think my mom actually means it. guess i'm finally able to try to cook or bake or work out or something.
busy bodies stalking my page
