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Tuesday, April 4
I can see it in your blue-green eyes.
Someone kill me now, BSB is blasting thru my harman/kardon speakers. (I can only suppose that;s the brand of the speakers, since that's whats written on the front.) Gah, the title of the song, after a quick reference from iTunes, is I Still. Damn sappy, but I'm pretty sure many people relate to those lyrics in a sick, boyband fashion. I still love the way your eyelashes move. (I just made that line up - too lazy to check up the lyrics, but you get the idea.) Ohhh, shudder.
Now there wasn't really a point to that first paragraph - but speaking of songs, we're jamming on Wednesday, and I just compiled a whole long list of songs we could do - so I'm rather psyched now. :D Since Shaun is going to lose his locks and serve the nation in a few, jamming is soon to become sacred. Revel in it!
Anyway, these few days I've been feeling like I miss talking to alot of people. Or rather, I wish I actually spoke to more people. Online, in particular; since snail mail is sadly more or less phased out. I have, what, 200 people on my MSN contact list and I only speak to about 10 of them regularly. More specifically, I'd like to talk more to people in church - yep, that's all of you :) I guess I'll try my best - I think we all should. What's this about brotherly or sisterly Christian love when we can't even be bothered to ask each other about our lives - on MSN no less, without requiring much effort or time. Let's try, shall we?
I think Yali is in Hongkong now, but I miss Ho Huishan, Ho Khimrong and Emma Chee Meiyan. I want to see you guys soon, please! The great thing is, although I haven't seen them in ages and we don't really talk much - I know nothing's changed. I heard somewhere that good friends can always pick up where they left off. That always heartens me whenever I miss these idiots. Hahah. But really, we need to meet soon.
And I have never before been so clearly shown that I'm safely in God's hands. Hahah. It's amazing. I've got the peace that passes understanding. Even though these few days can't exactly be considered great, it's really pulled me through. As I say, amazing.
That being said, its hard not to let things get to me. But I'm trying. It will be fine, somehow.
There I go, hopping from one issue to another in terribly disjointed and badly organised essay structure. Ah, but heck. There are many many things to say. I went back to CJ today to get Mr Kwee to fill in a form for me. I realised how much I miss the place. It's sad. Given that I was only around for about 20min, the feelings of wistfulness and nostalgia welling up in me could've filled several days worth of reminiscising. Tan Jek Suan saw me and gave me a wave. Odd but uncomfortably comforting. I wanted to sit at the grandstand and feel the breeze, as in the days of olde, but somehow doing it alone wasn't appealing.
What now?
Uni, graduate, work, die.