Decided to post an entry before things get really busy over the weekend and next week... Remember once someone said,"Life's like a sine curve, even if it's really down, it'll eventually rise again." Similarly, the contrary works as well I guess. Been feeling quite empty the past few days. Something seems to be amiss, and I don't know what's wrong.
Been going back into the times when sleeping becomes a chore - violent nightmares and dreams that seem so clear it seems like you've not slept at all. Before sleeping, thoughts about finance projects, marketing exams, entrepreneurship assignments and tons of undone law readings plague me, but yet I'm too tired to do anything about it. (Even if I'm not, I just can't bring myself to study lah =P)
Feeling claustrophic when I'm in the room, really miss my Whitefields 2M - the clothes hanger to dry my clothes and the window sill to put my Tesco baby apples, and most of all, the private space, emotionally and literally. Think the current room's about the same size as my whitefields room, with a messy room mate who enjoys playing hymns on her hi-fi but ah well, at least doesn't smell =P Miss the convenience of vacuuming my room whenever I feel like it; my current room has never been vacuumed or swept since moving in. =S Of course, sharing a room has its merits too, less bouts of loneliness, has access to the TV and a mini-refrigerator. Guess you just can't have the best of both worlds. =)
Ah well, like I said, it's just one of those moods where you want to complain about everything in the world: the lamp posts being too tall, the roads being too grey and such... Bleh!
那年我们十七岁 - 何润东
那年我们十七岁 最爱到海边聊些悲伤的字眼 未来在口袋里面
小胖唱伤心的歌 小明不停的抽烟
才刚开始的初恋 动不动就说永远
总是以为时间一直 停在那一年夏天现实让我们不得不做些改变
我们像离开了起点 只能用力跑向前却来不及像青春说再见
那年我们十七岁 爱情是我的一切
朋友就是全世界 不懂什么是明天
那年我们十七岁 笑那么直接狂野
泪留得不知不觉 那是我最美丽的夏天
小黑拿到了学位 瘦子寄来了喜帖
也许我早该知道 永远不变的只是改变
翻开那些旧照片 就好像回到从前
在心里面的里面 永远停在那年的海边
Been going back into the times when sleeping becomes a chore - violent nightmares and dreams that seem so clear it seems like you've not slept at all. Before sleeping, thoughts about finance projects, marketing exams, entrepreneurship assignments and tons of undone law readings plague me, but yet I'm too tired to do anything about it. (Even if I'm not, I just can't bring myself to study lah =P)
Feeling claustrophic when I'm in the room, really miss my Whitefields 2M - the clothes hanger to dry my clothes and the window sill to put my Tesco baby apples, and most of all, the private space, emotionally and literally. Think the current room's about the same size as my whitefields room, with a messy room mate who enjoys playing hymns on her hi-fi but ah well, at least doesn't smell =P Miss the convenience of vacuuming my room whenever I feel like it; my current room has never been vacuumed or swept since moving in. =S Of course, sharing a room has its merits too, less bouts of loneliness, has access to the TV and a mini-refrigerator. Guess you just can't have the best of both worlds. =)
Ah well, like I said, it's just one of those moods where you want to complain about everything in the world: the lamp posts being too tall, the roads being too grey and such... Bleh!
那年我们十七岁 - 何润东
那年我们十七岁 最爱到海边聊些悲伤的字眼 未来在口袋里面
小胖唱伤心的歌 小明不停的抽烟
才刚开始的初恋 动不动就说永远
总是以为时间一直 停在那一年夏天现实让我们不得不做些改变
我们像离开了起点 只能用力跑向前却来不及像青春说再见
那年我们十七岁 爱情是我的一切
朋友就是全世界 不懂什么是明天
那年我们十七岁 笑那么直接狂野
泪留得不知不觉 那是我最美丽的夏天
小黑拿到了学位 瘦子寄来了喜帖
也许我早该知道 永远不变的只是改变
翻开那些旧照片 就好像回到从前
在心里面的里面 永远停在那年的海边
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