For the record, I'm tired of overthinking.
But this is the time to think. Time to think about the friendship (its nature and complexities), organizations (how it sometimes brings people together, sometimes breaks them apart), honours year project (and how to make it exist), work (and colleagues and towering buildings and lunch hours), what-ifs (keeping in mind the butterfly effect), issues (social and personal and how they inevitably meld), events (the big ones like the Pattaya competition and the little ones we tend to overlook), the bigger picture and the finer details.
Yes, this is the time to think. And it's perfect that this directly translates into my precious "me time".
Goodnight world, all my good vibes to you, special mention to those I've been missing lately.
Snob
I checked my Friendster after a long hiatus (I've recently moved to Facebook, but even there I'm rather inactive too), and I realise I can be quite a snob. Haha and all that wanting to connect crap right? Haha. But that was a sincere previous entry okay! Busy lazy tired yeah my usual excuses.XD And yes I'll try not to be a snob anymore.
Okay, for real now, goodnight!
Okay, for real now, goodnight!
Talk is Cheap
There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how
I'm still thinking whether I like it when songs tell exactly what I'm thinking. It's like BAM! that's my song -- but so it is to thousands of others at any given time. Anyway it's Wonderwall by Oasis this time.
* * *
My roaming handphone was cut off the other day. It's what I use to receive SMSes from the Philippines (saves my friends and family money that way). Nobody much has been SMSing me lately, actually (maybe because I'm too busy to reply back.. and I call home anyway), but it's a bit sad that I'm a little more disconnected from the world.
Actually, more than that, what I really want to do now is to connect -- in whatever way I can -- to people. I want to tell you this and that and what happened and how I deal but I dunno, I can't, because of this bottomless bag of excuses I've been lugging around with me. That, and I'm tired and lazy and busy.
But I do want to talk. To you. The plural you actually. I wanna talk to old friends. I wanna talk to new friends -- even those I've never met in person. I wanna talk to my loved ones at home. Those I haven't and won't see in a long time. Those I miss. Those who miss me. Those who I secretly miss but don't realise just yet. Those too who I see every day. Those I've been making small chitchat with but never quite the serious talk. And my future Honours Year Project supervisor, I wanna figure out who you are by first finding you!
There are many things I'd like to say to you all, really. And come on, how have you all been? Let's catch up sometime.
* * *
The NUS Choir will fly off to Thailand for the Choir competition on Thursday. I'll be back on Monday. Hope we have a kick-ass time, and well, win while we're at it. In other news, I suspect my four+-year-old laptop is dying, if not practically dead yet. It's typing strange characters even when I'm not pressing (p\8p\\\\888888) , and so it's virtually unusable. Sad. I'm figuring out a way. Attended a wedding last Saturday, 07/07/07, tell you more about it sometime. Happy graduation to those who just finished their Commencement ceremonies! I'm proud of you guys.. and I apologize for not being able to turn up for any of your events. And whoops, sorry too if I was unable to send so much as an SMS.
Time for Jose to sleep now. Work again later yahooo!:P
I'm still thinking whether I like it when songs tell exactly what I'm thinking. It's like BAM! that's my song -- but so it is to thousands of others at any given time. Anyway it's Wonderwall by Oasis this time.
* * *
My roaming handphone was cut off the other day. It's what I use to receive SMSes from the Philippines (saves my friends and family money that way). Nobody much has been SMSing me lately, actually (maybe because I'm too busy to reply back.. and I call home anyway), but it's a bit sad that I'm a little more disconnected from the world.
Actually, more than that, what I really want to do now is to connect -- in whatever way I can -- to people. I want to tell you this and that and what happened and how I deal but I dunno, I can't, because of this bottomless bag of excuses I've been lugging around with me. That, and I'm tired and lazy and busy.
But I do want to talk. To you. The plural you actually. I wanna talk to old friends. I wanna talk to new friends -- even those I've never met in person. I wanna talk to my loved ones at home. Those I haven't and won't see in a long time. Those I miss. Those who miss me. Those who I secretly miss but don't realise just yet. Those too who I see every day. Those I've been making small chitchat with but never quite the serious talk. And my future Honours Year Project supervisor, I wanna figure out who you are by first finding you!
There are many things I'd like to say to you all, really. And come on, how have you all been? Let's catch up sometime.
* * *
The NUS Choir will fly off to Thailand for the Choir competition on Thursday. I'll be back on Monday. Hope we have a kick-ass time, and well, win while we're at it. In other news, I suspect my four+-year-old laptop is dying, if not practically dead yet. It's typing strange characters even when I'm not pressing (p\8p\\\\888888) , and so it's virtually unusable. Sad. I'm figuring out a way. Attended a wedding last Saturday, 07/07/07, tell you more about it sometime. Happy graduation to those who just finished their Commencement ceremonies! I'm proud of you guys.. and I apologize for not being able to turn up for any of your events. And whoops, sorry too if I was unable to send so much as an SMS.
Time for Jose to sleep now. Work again later yahooo!:P
Like restless wind inside a letterbox
Thoughts meander
Like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly
As they make their way Across the universe
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I suspect I may have been a die-hard Beatles fan in a past life. Theirs are my happy songs, and quite poetic and quotable too. Even their melancholic songs strike me, and Sgt Pepper, Eleanor Rigby (All the lonely people, where do they come from?) are intriguing characters.
But I digress.
That excerpt was just my way of starting off this entry. A way of describing my state of mind, Beatles-style.:) Thoughts continue to swirl in my head, and I continue to struggle finding ways to put them into writing. Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't, but actually, that brings me to one of the reasons I thought of writing an entry anyway.
Belated happy birthday Mama! I realise she's one of my most avid readers, and although (or maybe precisely because) we don't talk much on the phone (everyone's in the Philippines and I'm in Singapore), she reads my blog faithfully. She sends me emails too, which I sometimes forget to reply to. So hello there Ma, here's a blog update from me to you, and I hope you had a terrific birthday! I called late at night on June 29 to greet her, and I'm glad that nicely capped her 55th birthday.:) Much love to my Dad and my sister Kai too! I hope you guys are doing great, and thanks Dad for the SMSes (and the use of your credit card!). I got the goodies too that you guys sent to me through Karen, my profuse thanks!
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A lot of my friends are moving out of NUS too. I told my friend Joanne from Ridge View Residences (that's RVR for you), during her last few days here, that a song I thought she ought to be singing is In My Life. Actually, what really got me was the There are places I'll remember bit and similar lines, never mind the romantic I love you more part (because Joseph's unattached and couldn't relate). And yes, maybe because it's true, all these places had their moments, with lovers and friends, I still can recall.
I'm gonna miss a lot of people in the next schoolyear. But it's okay, the places that I'll remember now bear their invisible indelible marks.
I'll make an abrupt suspension of this entry, as the dryer's done with my clothes, and I should be off to bed so I could wake up tomorrow in time to iron my shirt for work.:) To be continued.
Like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly
As they make their way Across the universe
_________
I suspect I may have been a die-hard Beatles fan in a past life. Theirs are my happy songs, and quite poetic and quotable too. Even their melancholic songs strike me, and Sgt Pepper, Eleanor Rigby (All the lonely people, where do they come from?) are intriguing characters.
But I digress.
That excerpt was just my way of starting off this entry. A way of describing my state of mind, Beatles-style.:) Thoughts continue to swirl in my head, and I continue to struggle finding ways to put them into writing. Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't, but actually, that brings me to one of the reasons I thought of writing an entry anyway.
Belated happy birthday Mama! I realise she's one of my most avid readers, and although (or maybe precisely because) we don't talk much on the phone (everyone's in the Philippines and I'm in Singapore), she reads my blog faithfully. She sends me emails too, which I sometimes forget to reply to. So hello there Ma, here's a blog update from me to you, and I hope you had a terrific birthday! I called late at night on June 29 to greet her, and I'm glad that nicely capped her 55th birthday.:) Much love to my Dad and my sister Kai too! I hope you guys are doing great, and thanks Dad for the SMSes (and the use of your credit card!). I got the goodies too that you guys sent to me through Karen, my profuse thanks!
________
A lot of my friends are moving out of NUS too. I told my friend Joanne from Ridge View Residences (that's RVR for you), during her last few days here, that a song I thought she ought to be singing is In My Life. Actually, what really got me was the There are places I'll remember bit and similar lines, never mind the romantic I love you more part (because Joseph's unattached and couldn't relate). And yes, maybe because it's true, all these places had their moments, with lovers and friends, I still can recall.
I'm gonna miss a lot of people in the next schoolyear. But it's okay, the places that I'll remember now bear their invisible indelible marks.
I'll make an abrupt suspension of this entry, as the dryer's done with my clothes, and I should be off to bed so I could wake up tomorrow in time to iron my shirt for work.:) To be continued.
