It's been stay-at-home-in-flannel-pjs weather lately
Fuelled by a blocked nose and cosy warm heating
I'm not in a mood to head out in 9 degree weather for class.
I've recently received some comments from an old entry dated 7th March 2004. (Sorry,I can't figure the tagging code here but it's under 'Animals vs. Humans')
I'm really glad that there are people out there that think and believe similarly. I have been following the forums on dogzonline and it saddens me that everyday, more and more dogs are being placed on death row and to think this is just a small forum within Australia.
:(
I wonder where time has gone
I wonder where all that pent up emotions was stored
I wonder why I do and say the things that I do
I wonder where life is taking me
I wonder where that supposedly great guy is
I wonder if I'll ever be loved again
I wonder if I'll ever love someone again
I wonder what to do with the weekends
I wonder if I'll ever break out of my routines
I wonder how life would be if I stayed on in Singapore
I just wonder about wondering.
There are so many conflicting emotions, so many questions with no answers...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes..
whirring from the fan, drip, drip, dripping from the shower
My right hand reaches across and motions in a clockwise circle
Shoulders slightly drooped
Staring straight ahead, eyes searching
Searching for a reason, an answer, a voice, a soul, the lost passion
Tilting the head, she follows
A tired smile forms and she smiles back.
Who are you?
Your fairy is called Columbine Goblinglitter
She is a bringer of riches and wealth
She lives in mushroom fields and quiet meadows
She is only seen in the light of a shooting star
Altogether now! - "Bling bling!"
Whenever I log on to friendster, I'm often overcome with nostalgia.
My list consists of people I hold close to my heart, there are those who I have not seen or spoken to since I left high school 10 years ago, a couple even from the primary school days. (Gawd, how long ago was that?)
Everytime I browse through the profiles, images from back then flash before my eyes. Most of us were never close, brought together only by the fact that we came from a very close knit all girls school, where we knew the names and faces of almost everyone in the same cohort or we were simply surviving life in a foreign country.
I have a tendency to piece stories of the lives they are leading, wherever they are, whatever they are doing. Perhaps it's the case of the grass is always greener on the other side - the simplicity of my woven stories, leaving out the intricacies and complications that life often posses.
I want to be you, but only by my rules.
I'd love to read up on the latest happenings in my home country
but why do I need to register in order to access FREE news?
Another one of those mornings.
I really shouldn't let things get to me.
Perhaps I've read into things too much.
Walking down the stairs, the thought of throwing in a resignation letter is very tempting. I even caught myself smiling at that thought.
Still, it's not the best solution - only a quick fix.
I no longer feel for this place, no passion, no happiness.
Every day is a drag - plastic smiles, plastic friendships.
Everyone is a pawn, everything is a calculated movement in a chess game.
I should stop waving my hands at everything that gets to me.
What's the point when people are constantly being dumbed down?
It's been awhile since I've opened a bottle of red
What other time to enjoy a glass on one of my nights in.
Made a big bowl of broccolini, carrot + chicken stir fry.
Finished it - yes, I was greedy but it was the wine that made me do it.
Didn't quite finish the wine tho,
drinking without company is hardly enjoyable.