Sunday, July 23, 2006


The Great Gig in the Sky- Pink Floyd

life without an ipod seems a little short of mundane. assignments have actually become less daunting, but partly because i'm procrastinating a lot less.

today is the wedding dinner, a short and simple affair considering it's their second marriage. we're going to some ching chong restaurant with the old folks, so i don't think dressing up is necessary.

it's weird but, so many thoughts are going through my head that i cannot sieve the important ones out. maybe it's having a stepfather and not knowing how to address him, or perhaps it's the ridicule of thinking about the same person for 3 years, even if it doesn't matter to him.

sure i've liked other boys in between, but they don't exactly mean anything at the end of the day. i guess just knowing that i've tried giving to one person is enough, even if i never actually have.

i have this theory, that the more you think about such things, it'll go away sooner. kinda like repeating the same scene, the exact feeling, the unaltered words, till the scenery blurs, and the feeling fades, and then the words just go awry and you forget all its hidden meanings.

the flip side is experiencing the agony of reliving nostalgia, every second of every moment till it goes away. and who knows how long that will take. in the meantime you become a nitwit even if your idea of an intelligent chat is through a lifeless computer.

i wish everybody is replaceable.

I blogged @ 3:33 PM


jasmine goh
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likes good books, photography, films, jazz and rock music, champagne
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