or so you’d think from reading this blog. i guess it’s mostly cause i never write unless i’ve anything negative to share. i mean, after all, people aren’t big on good news as much as they adore to read about the crap stuff 
updates?
i’m still bumming around and loving it. i should probably start moving my ass though. as much as my parents can afford to let me continue it’s just gonna be harder for myself in the end i think. sooo, go team wannabehardworking!
When i first heard this song, I think I was 16, leaving Secondary School then. I was like, hey cool. How apt.
But I guess the impact never really hit because life was still so far away, and now that it’s right in front of me, it scares me I guess. I wish I could make it somehow.
Anyway, a snippet of the lyrics.
Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it’s like we’re women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly
sometimes it feels real life is killing me slowly
i’ve booked a trip up to japan over december it’s kind of stupid to spend the money really, with the looming recession & my parents possible lack of job and my total lack of motivation for a job.. i don’t even really want to go, i just want to get the hell out of Dodge (or Singapore) for a bit. the cold weather’s a plus cause i hate the heat here.
so bid farewell to me on the 6th of December (melodramatic ftw!). i’ll be back to enjoy christmas though. or rather, i’m just sticking around to claim my gifts
recently i’ve been digging up old pictures of my friends and i from as long as since J2 and back when i lived in the hostel etc. and realised how much i miss those days. i loved the idea of doing something and yet nothing while in university and i loved Flora’s and my approach to school, clocking 2 hours and going for a good lunch, getting our nails done and the occasional bad movie… i really don’t get why people are so excited to graduate. it boggles the mind…
i hate packing. it’s like putting your entire life into cardboard boxes and realising how little you’re worth.
not the financial/monetary kind, but more like, this is it. this is all i have?
i don’t know when i realised not being over him actually meant i still love him? or is it just me wanting to be mopey? i’ve no clue.
i’m putting off retyping my old school reports for my written samples for a job. i don’t even know why, i think i’ve gotten scared after just dipping my toes into actual adult world. haha. i’m such a big wuss and i’m scared shitless of actually growing up?
*fails* lol
it’s been hard, i think. floundering post-graduation, pretty much unsure of what i want to do mostly because i want to do everything and nothing. i suppose it’s a terribly common situation for lots of people, except not so much in singapore. i suppose it might be this mysterious chinese gene of being hardworking and diligent which i think i’m born without?
facebook is a delightful distraction in the meantime.
