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Well, sorry for not updating my blog for one entire week. Somehow i just didn't have the MOOD to write. Ha. Reminds me of what one of my tutor said. She once said that it's really difficult to ensure students perform nowadays - they have to be "in the mood". Any distraction can seriously break a student academically and therefore mentally.Friday, June 29, 2007 Alright, done with the stupid talk about mood, today i did one of my occasional visits to Friendster. Well, from the start, i am not an avid fan of frienster, unlike those crazy superficial girls featured on the Sunday Times who add friends as easily as they change boyfriends (well, this i assume from their slutty looks.), since i find it a total chore to add friends, write my own profile as if i was selling myself and even write testimonials for them. Some testimonials are even a demand from some of my friends so that it would seem that they are one-testimonial cooler. But some are from the heart of course (even if they're forced upon me. ha... i'm that biased). In addition, there's this sense of coolness people attach with having many friends on frienster. Well, i admit i have an extremely small number of friends on friendster - one's even an online friend whom i've never met before. But so what? I'm proud of that still. People can laugh at me for having few friends (which i honestly agree.) and regard me as uncool but at least i know deep down in my heart that those i added as friends were at any moment of my life (so far) truly of certain signficance. Anyway, i saw some birthday greetings from some of my friends and guess what? 3 out of four are my primary schoolmates! Based on my memory, which i suppose is still pretty good considering i'm a person who get extremely nostalgic extremely frequently, my primary school days were happy. Well, in addition to the fact that my primary school friends were more innocent when they're young (and thus less critical), i think they are genuinely nice people. Or so i guess. ha. I was really happy that these long lost friends of mine took the effort to actually send me a greeting. I know they probably did so after friendster reminded them they actually still have a boring hopeless romantic friend (too much romantic comedies acting up again - i just watched 3, yes 3 romantic comedies today) whose birthday is nearing. But in any way, they had the thought to do so and that's good enough for me. I get really emotional (in my mind and heart) really easily as well. I guess i'm very easily-contented that i get touched by the very simple things that people do for me. I've always told myself to be appreciative towards the good deeds/sweet things people did for me. Generally, i'm not a very vocal person so i don't express it out through sound (but occasionally through messages) but honestly, i'm truly touched by what they did. For instance, for one of my birthdays, one of my bestest friends buys me something not so great, or by normal standards, cheap, i will sound really touched to my friend (while sighing behind his/her back haha). IT's the thoughts that counts. I know the line's cheesy but it really applies to me. Except when i'm in a bad mood or the person is a true blue bastard or bitch or any other unique circumstance in which my angelic part of my soul is detached from me. Well, those greetings from my primary school mates certainly triggered off my memory button and set me off for another nostalgic flashback to the "olden" days. Certainly, i was more popular back then when differences (whatever it is - race, behaviour, size) didn't matter that much. I remember playing hopskotch during recess and laughing everytime someone is punished for losing. There's also five stones for the less active. It's quite amazing that some simple game involving five "stones" can actually be sufficiently interesting for us when hardcore fighting/shooting game with excellent graphics and sound effects can hardly satisfy the young generation now. Of course, not forgetting all the stupid talks we had in class about hair dye (one involving dyeing a head of rainbow hair, imagine how ridiculous it is), crushes and superstars. Days really past fast and i suppose i'm still the only one holding on to my sweet past tightly as ever. Today as we continue to grow and meet new people and make more experiences, we should never forget those who were there for us in the beginning and from the very beginning. I guess i can only say i'm hopeless nostalgic too. How was your primary school days? Think back and relive those misplaced memories. Have a good time. :) Joel music.city.soul || 11:35 PM || 0 comments
Monday, June 4, 2007  Love is often a highly talked-about topic among most of my army friends. Maybe the absence of girls causes a hormonal imbalance for guys to be more desperate in seeking for love. Recently, my close friend in my section kept persuading me to give him a number of one of my female ex-classmate so that he can have a chance to make more female friends. He saw my class photo and persisted in bothering me until i gave the numbers of those he felt looked pretty by his own beauty standards. I eventually gave him one number since he made me feel so guilty about not helping him find a partner. Furthermore, i he made it sound as if it was JUST a friendly, casual, "motive-less" attempt to learn about more people. Well, it seemed alright with me until the moment he said he wanted to message the classmate of mine. Honestly, i am not close to ANY of my female classmate. Well, i could talk pretty comfortably with some but that's in school only. Outside school, we wanted nothing much to do with each other, maybe the very least the occasional "hi how are you doing" when we meet each other online or on the streets (i try to avoid them anyway ha. i'm shy that way). That's why i felt totally embarrassed to give the number of someone i am not close to. There's even this sense of betrayal of the remaining layer of trust (very thin by the way) my ex-classmates and i had. Oh ya, about the message he sent to my classmate, it sounded like that "hi i'm joel's friend and my aim is to get you to reply me. ... i hope i don't put you up from your seat. ha " (if i didn't remember clearly) It actually sounds really fine don't you think. As if we were playing some truth or dare game and my army mate is assigned this embarrassing dare task. After the message, we settled down for a tea break and went for a short window-shopping session in the boring toa payoh town. Sadly, or fortunately (you decide), my classmate didn't reply and that let my army friend pretty heavy-hearted when we parted. He was really hopeful for a nice chat with a beautiful stranger. Secretly, i was actually praying that my classmate would reply. Then probably a budding romance that blossoms from a chance meeting after getting to know each other through messages - similar to some romantic comedies like Must Love Dogs or Serendipity - may occur. Then i'll call it hmmm... "Message from a Stranger : I Love U" Ha! That's the outcome of watching too much romantic comedies, kinda makes me hopeful that true love can be found in unique ways. Ha... :) Hey why not?  If this gimmick to pick up girl (or should i say "make more female friends") worked for my friend, which means that if my friend really replies, you'll here from me first. Let's pray for a [Message from a Stranger : I Love U] Part two. music.city.soul || 6:47 PM || 0 comments
World on Fire is the third single off Sarah McLachlan's bittersweet and toned-down sounds of Afterglow. Reflective of the past current events of the past few years and suffering around the world, it describes the feelings that Sarah feels as though she may try and help out as much as she can, but she can only do so much. |
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