gone.
will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.
sábado, noviembre 25, 2006
[ 1303. Impulses ]
Staying at home for the past couple of days have been pretty surreal. Watching five episodes of a drama revolving around a dead husband, working mum, a jailed spouse, gossips and bitching (the list goes on) you just need a break somewhere. Dinner at tampines mall was good, and i lost six miserable dollars and some petrol on the late night mahjong.
Here i am, on the impulse to blog.
Impulsive actions are harmful to the souls. I forgotten since when, i told myself to give in to impulses because i might never have the chance ever again. Random actions, irrelevant words and awkward situations usually follow those. Of course, there are some perks of spontaniety as well, reaffirming my decision to follow my heart. In retrospect, impulses are really dumb. It makes certain places lose its meaning, certain gestures lose their warmth, certain words lose their flavour and certain objects lose their significance. Remember those days that you went to a special place with coveted memories just simply because you felt like doing it? And subsequently you frequent the place almost every other day because you keep giving in to your own whims? After a while the place lose its meaning.
Ikea's cafe was one part of my covered past. But since those days i took on steven for tuition, i visited it every week, and subsequently its about as common as the coffeeshop beneath my house. The memories of the event remain, but the place became dead to me.
With exams over, its pretty weird to have all the free time of the world. And with everyone busy with their own stuff, i wonder how should i occupy my time. A job would have been great, but with foc, dnd, cheerleading and carolling, the time's definitely not allowing it. Every other varsity soul is probably still busy with their exams. Only we "cool communication students" (to quote jared) are probably the only lucky rats to frolic in the streets proclaiming that exams are over. Every one of us are probably busy anyway. Ziliang's over in shanghai cuddling up with his girl-on-exchange-friend, the hae gals (manda, rai, yayun, dawn) are probably spending precious time making-out/wasting-it/hanging-out together with their boyfriend/soon-to-be-boyfriends/soon-not-to-be-boyfriends. God knows what my foc comm is doing as well. Erwin's probably at island creamery licking ice cream with some girl, leigh's still reading up on bali when she's going there like soon, charmain's dead from working last night, feebs and lays lying at home doing god-knows-what. And the list goes on. Here i am, blogging and speculating what they are doing.
"You've got no life man, xuan."
Waitaminit. There's church later, choir tomorrow, and lots more desperate housewives to watch! Who says i've got no life? And yes, there's also 111 books to return to all major libraries too!
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his wishes
new clothes, new shoes, new bike, new friends, fantastic grades.
macbook, ipod nano, nokia n80, new wallet.
his horizons
malaysia, penang.
australia, brisbane/gold coast.
thailand, hatyai.
malaysia, genting.
malaysia, johor.
malaysia, melaka.
thailand, chiangmai.
australia, perth.
canada, edmonton/cold lake.
australia, rockhampton.
thailand, bangkok.
austria, vienna.
czech rep, olomouc.
austria, salzburg.
germany, munich.
switzerland, zurich.