| Tuesday, 13 March 2007 |
| its been swell |
Physiology was traumatizing. *enter - evilmode* Curse you Mr Tongchai, whoever you are, I hope your lower limbs never get fixed! *exit - evilmode*
I don't understand how I get affected every year, just by going back to watch 黄城 again.
I would have thought that 2 years would be enough to make me forget and given me the closure needed to move on. But in march every single year, the same problem arises again.
Its always questions. Questions, and no answers. I think if I had done so many things differently, chosen to just seize the moment, and not be so indecisive and ham-haw my way through life, I would have gone down a totally different path and be living a totally different life right now.
Which is why I've been absent-mindedly becoming more and more impulsive and reckless these days. I think less before I say stuff and do stuff, which is good.
Because I never again want to look back and regret not doing this and that, not taking that chance because you were afraid that everything would be different, everything would change.
Its such a stupid excuse for cowardice. Not doing anything just because you are afraid that everything would be different, everything will change.
Maybe we need the stability to keep things going. The expectations to keep us alive. But its the unexpected, that truly changes our lives. For better or for worse.
Its official. Come the end of this year/early next year, I will be homeless.
Green Meadows, is history.
Its gonna be torn down and we'll be evicted.
Nevermind that we get money for that... The place I grew up in for the past 20 darn years of my life, is gonna be reduced to some play-world for the filthy rich.
I'll miss this worn down place that I call home.
I think the big fella up there is teaching me a lesson on speaking too fast. He's been making me eat my words over the past week or so. Its been rather frustrating.
First it was me commenting to my mom that I haven't had any ulcers for this particular stressful pre-CA season. Next thing I know, I'm having a massive, painful ulceration on my right lower lip. Argh.
Then it was me telling some of my friends on Sunday that we aren't moving anymore because the deal was not successful. And now what happens? Woke up this morning to my Dad flashing the documents in my face, saying we really have to move out. Argh.
Then there was me telling people that Genetics will never be tested in essays. And lo-and behold! It was tested as question 1 in the rather disastrous biochem paper as well. Argh.
For the remainder of the week, I shall not bet, swear to do something, or make any promises. They'll surely backfire on me.
I dunno what else to say anymore. Except karma's a bitch.
Update: Okay, the big fella up there is SERIOUSLY trying to tell me something here. I just found out from Gerard that Liang FY is in the papers! For discovering some gene that controls myelination in oligodendrocytes, and they just made him an A/P! OMG. SERIOUSLY? They made the man that screwed up the whole of trunk for my anatomy group an ASSOCIATE PROFESSOR?
What is wrong with this FREAKING world?Labels: meltdown, randomness, theatre |
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