Feeling: Yucky
Departure from Brunei in: 10 days
My remaining days here are pretty busy, and this isn't even including the work due in during the week.
Tuesday, 27th November, 2007:
English Individual Oral Commentary
Wednesday, 28th November, 2007:
Lifeguarding Practical Exam
Lifeguarding Theory Exam Retest
Friday, 30th November, 2007:
Voices 2000
Monday, 3rd December, 2007:
Theory of Knowledge Presentations
Tuesday, 4th December, 2007:
Theory of Knowledge Presentations
Wednesday, 5th December, 2007:
Piano Practical Exam
Thursday, 6th December, 2007:
Flight to New Zealand
And I'm not making this any more easier with me procrastinating and all. The sickness and medication that's making me sleepy isn't helping either.
Hello, room 5331.
Sunday 25 November 2007
Feeling: Depressed
Listening to: Broken Wings by Bleed The Dream
Departure from Brunei in: 11 days
I really wish I hadn't said all that annoyingly sad stuff about people meant to be alone; how we don't ever really know what will happen to those people who come and go in to and out of our lives; that everyone leaves you eventually. 'Cause now's when I realize I don't want to believe it. I know it's a possibility; but I don't want to listen to my silly negative thoughts. Sometimes all we need is hope, and though my hope is often in the most awkward places, I still think having hope is good.
I miss hiiiim, okay.
Listening to: Broken Wings by Bleed The Dream
Departure from Brunei in: 11 days
I really wish I hadn't said all that annoyingly sad stuff about people meant to be alone; how we don't ever really know what will happen to those people who come and go in to and out of our lives; that everyone leaves you eventually. 'Cause now's when I realize I don't want to believe it. I know it's a possibility; but I don't want to listen to my silly negative thoughts. Sometimes all we need is hope, and though my hope is often in the most awkward places, I still think having hope is good.
I miss hiiiim, okay.
Sunday 18 November 2007
Feeling: Lazy
Listening to: At 600 We Go Live by Hit The Lights
I think I just learnt a life lesson.
I saw a cute little puppy this evening, and I was like, "Aww. A cute little puppy." So, I called the cute little puppy over, and the cute little puppy came running. I gave the cute little puppy love and pats and all that good stuff in between, and then the cute little puppy started to bite me. I knocked the cute little puppy off and stood up but the cute little puppy attached the cute little puppy's mouth to my pants and kept trying to bite me. Hahaha. The stupid thing wouldn't let go. Then, I jumped in the car and slammed the door. :] I think I handled the situation well. Hahahaha.
This whole ordeal is very similar to people and making friends. And that's where the life lesson comes in: sometimes, you be nice to someone, you be the best friend you could be, but in the end, they start biting you and all you can do is hit them off and run away for fear of hurting them and getting hurt too much. Even if they are cute and little.
Listening to: At 600 We Go Live by Hit The Lights
I think I just learnt a life lesson.
I saw a cute little puppy this evening, and I was like, "Aww. A cute little puppy." So, I called the cute little puppy over, and the cute little puppy came running. I gave the cute little puppy love and pats and all that good stuff in between, and then the cute little puppy started to bite me. I knocked the cute little puppy off and stood up but the cute little puppy attached the cute little puppy's mouth to my pants and kept trying to bite me. Hahaha. The stupid thing wouldn't let go. Then, I jumped in the car and slammed the door. :] I think I handled the situation well. Hahahaha.
This whole ordeal is very similar to people and making friends. And that's where the life lesson comes in: sometimes, you be nice to someone, you be the best friend you could be, but in the end, they start biting you and all you can do is hit them off and run away for fear of hurting them and getting hurt too much. Even if they are cute and little.
Tuesday 13 November 2007
Feeling: Awake
That was the most scary conversation I've heard my grandmother have with herself. I was sleeping on the couch, procrastinating, but I woke up 'cause I heard her shouting and telling someone to get out of the house. And you know, I really thought there was someone in the house, but when I got up to see, there wasn't anyone there. So, I sat back on the couch and just stared as she chased someone out of the house, but stopped at the glass front door. The thing is though, she seemed to be talking with someone on the other side of the glass. It was so confusing. Then, she pulled out a parang (big knife), and threatened to strike whoever she was talking to.
She suddenly turned around and started walking back to her room. As she did this, she seemed to be three different people in her conversation. And this is the part of all this that scared me. She said, "Mummy, where are you? I'm here. I'm scared, mi. Why? I'm scared of chia po (great grandmother). Why? She's going to kill people. I don't care, you can't stop me. Even if you try, you can't stop me." Then she stopped and started singing a song. I looked it up on the trusty internet, and the song basically goes:
I have decided to follow Jesus.
No turning back, no turning back.
The cross befront me, the world behind me.
No one goes with me, still I will follow.
What a way to wake up.
That was the most scary conversation I've heard my grandmother have with herself. I was sleeping on the couch, procrastinating, but I woke up 'cause I heard her shouting and telling someone to get out of the house. And you know, I really thought there was someone in the house, but when I got up to see, there wasn't anyone there. So, I sat back on the couch and just stared as she chased someone out of the house, but stopped at the glass front door. The thing is though, she seemed to be talking with someone on the other side of the glass. It was so confusing. Then, she pulled out a parang (big knife), and threatened to strike whoever she was talking to.
She suddenly turned around and started walking back to her room. As she did this, she seemed to be three different people in her conversation. And this is the part of all this that scared me. She said, "Mummy, where are you? I'm here. I'm scared, mi. Why? I'm scared of chia po (great grandmother). Why? She's going to kill people. I don't care, you can't stop me. Even if you try, you can't stop me." Then she stopped and started singing a song. I looked it up on the trusty internet, and the song basically goes:
No turning back, no turning back.
The cross befront me, the world behind me.
No one goes with me, still I will follow.
What a way to wake up.
Sunday 11 November 2007
Wednesday 7 November 2007
Feeling: Doomed
Listening to: Venus by Zuckerbaby
Does anyone have a spare time machine I can borrow? Mine's at the shop, and I'd really like to just pause time for a while and I don't know, not think about those 239487 deadlines glaring down at me. Then I'll give it back, I promise. Right after that.
Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t take all of the easy ways out. I was going to just say "the easy way out" but then I realized how ignorant it was for me to assume that I had the 'hard way', and theeeen I remembered I did take a couple of short cuts here and there, so what I really mean to say is, I think I need to step back and breathe a little. *Inhales.
Now, if only I could get an early night's sleep.
Accidentally struck by lightning.
*Exhales. :]
FOBISSEA Music Festival in 13 days. Father, grass, and sheep in 29 days, and I can't believe I'm typing this; 20 minutes of my life gone. Ahhh!
Listening to: Venus by Zuckerbaby
Does anyone have a spare time machine I can borrow? Mine's at the shop, and I'd really like to just pause time for a while and I don't know, not think about those 239487 deadlines glaring down at me. Then I'll give it back, I promise. Right after that.
Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t take all of the easy ways out. I was going to just say "the easy way out" but then I realized how ignorant it was for me to assume that I had the 'hard way', and theeeen I remembered I did take a couple of short cuts here and there, so what I really mean to say is, I think I need to step back and breathe a little. *Inhales.
Now, if only I could get an early night's sleep.
Accidentally struck by lightning.
*Exhales. :]
FOBISSEA Music Festival in 13 days. Father, grass, and sheep in 29 days, and I can't believe I'm typing this; 20 minutes of my life gone. Ahhh!
Tuesday 6 November 2007
Listening to: Everything Makes Me Sick by Number One Gun
I forgot all about this. Taken from the thought-provoking Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder that I only read for the sake of my EE but thank goodness I did, 'cause I then discovered its amazingness.
I forgot all about this. Taken from the thought-provoking Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder that I only read for the sake of my EE but thank goodness I did, 'cause I then discovered its amazingness.
Life is both sad and solemn. We are let into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other—and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.
Sunday 4 November 2007
Feeling: Irritable
Listening to: Seven Months by Letter Kills
I had such trouble sleeping last night. And the night before that. But that's boring so we shan't discuss it any further.
I hate how the words just won't come to me, when I really wish they would.
My grandmother's had a few lapses of madness, but I'm just not in the mood to describe it in every tiny detail. It's basically what usually happens though, the talking to dead people, having real conversations with people that don't seem to be there thing. You know, that whole fiasco.
The only reason why I brought this up, though, is because, you know how people say things like, "My one surviving grandparent only speaks Spanish, and there are so many things I wish I could ask her." Well, I wish I could speak to my grandmother, too.
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters.
Sometimes I wonder if I exaggerate my thoughts. I like to think so. :]
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Listening to: Seven Months by Letter Kills
I had such trouble sleeping last night. And the night before that. But that's boring so we shan't discuss it any further.
I hate how the words just won't come to me, when I really wish they would.
My grandmother's had a few lapses of madness, but I'm just not in the mood to describe it in every tiny detail. It's basically what usually happens though, the talking to dead people, having real conversations with people that don't seem to be there thing. You know, that whole fiasco.
The only reason why I brought this up, though, is because, you know how people say things like, "My one surviving grandparent only speaks Spanish, and there are so many things I wish I could ask her." Well, I wish I could speak to my grandmother, too.
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters.
Sometimes I wonder if I exaggerate my thoughts. I like to think so. :]
Time running a bit too fast for you, too? Call our hotline at 0800-TIME-IS-RUNNING-OUT now for a free consultation and stand a chance to win the universe!
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