Sunday, March 12, 2006
Not interested to blog about any particular subject so this post will be like what the topic mentioned.
The crowd at Suntec was
crazy. It was as though the stalls were giving away free gifts. The escalator linking citylink mall side to Suntec was packed to the max. And the queue even snaked all the way to citylink mall exit. Bought a pair of in-ear earphones there, $68. Had a chat with the salesperson, pay there is pathetic. He told me it was like $30/DAY. Omg, it works out to like less than $3 per hour. And I met Christabel , who was my ex colleague from DFS, and she told me to keep mum about her $3.50/per hour. Haha.
Almost done with my "One Day In September" It talks about the Munich Olympics incident in 1972. Which I really really wanted to watch, Munich that is, but somehow plans did not go as planned. Thus the book which I bought at Kino on Thurs. And I'm already on my last chapter! So it's 2 days for that book. I like! Guess my reaing skills are still there, just a matter of whether I wanna use it or not =p It quite a good book. Learnt ALOT of it. Not only about the deaths of the 11 Israelis but also the causes and repercussions of many actions and events. Shall talk about this in another post, another time.
The effects of seeing too many bhangras and china man are starting to show. 2nd time in town and Sg is starting to be filled with blissfully-in-love couples. Maybe it's just that I'm too much of a turtle, returning to my shell everytime I come out of it. Pretty sad I would say of my current predicament. Men fills every part of my life. But going the forsaken road is not an option that I would take, ever.
Sometimes I really just wish to lie on my bed, and never wake up again. To have a wonderful dream, to sleep peacefully. To be devoid of feelings, of the real world. But I also know that that is as unrealistic as much as the chances of it happening. So please slap me and tell me to wake up.
What's the meaning of life? We were given birth to, to grow up, to reproduce and to die. So what if I were a millionaire? So what if I were a pauper? So what if I had 10 kids? So what if I die lonely? So what if I die young? So what if I die old? We all still end up the same place as equals.
思念是一种病 {1:24 am}
