"If you missed the train I'm on,
you will know that I am gone,
You can hear the wihistle blowing,
A hundred miles."
Perhaps Its because its my 2nd time. Perhaps however many times it may be. You will never get used to it.
I'm sitting here once again, typing a little, listening to songs a little, thinking alot. feeling what i could in what is one of my many last nights here.
"And if you take my hand my son,
All will be well when the day is done."
I only hope so man.
"Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two,
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home"
Come tomorrow, i will be 37 hundred miles away from home.
Saturday 26 February 2011
Thursday 24 February 2011
The armada.
And so the armada left. As Singapore's invasion of melbourne begins once again.
But I'm still here, stuck in a 48 hour limbo. Of which i have nothing much to do. yet too little time to do anything. Which leaves me here again, chilling in front of my computer. Just finished packing.
And if there's anything I've learnt from 'hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy'. It's that A large printed 'Don't Panic' achieves miraculous results. And To always know where your towel is. now that's real froody.
But I'm still here, stuck in a 48 hour limbo. Of which i have nothing much to do. yet too little time to do anything. Which leaves me here again, chilling in front of my computer. Just finished packing.
And if there's anything I've learnt from 'hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy'. It's that A large printed 'Don't Panic' achieves miraculous results. And To always know where your towel is. now that's real froody.
56 hours
And thus it is time again for the mandatory farewell post, as i commence the 2nd year of the 5 years that according to experts, will shape my future. Its been 3 and a half months of fun and goodness, a little boredom at times, but yeah, its good. Had the food i missed, and those that i didn't. Learnt a couple new tricks on the instruments and got my self a few things that i wanted, and some that perhaps i didn't so much wanted but bought them anyway. But its not any of these that makes the holiday such a great time. It maybe be cliched, but yeah, its the people that makes every summer the summer of 69. Or at least close to one.
I mean we couldn't hang out everyday, not all of us. But everytime we do. I had fun. And its this friendship i guess that may one day lead me back to singapore after i've at least attempted the all time dream of 'seeing the world'.
And on that, Home is a stupid song. It ain't true. Home isn't trying to quantify a place in memories, its not about 'knowing every street and shore'. And the new version sucks.
Alright. 56 more hours to go.
I mean we couldn't hang out everyday, not all of us. But everytime we do. I had fun. And its this friendship i guess that may one day lead me back to singapore after i've at least attempted the all time dream of 'seeing the world'.
And on that, Home is a stupid song. It ain't true. Home isn't trying to quantify a place in memories, its not about 'knowing every street and shore'. And the new version sucks.
Alright. 56 more hours to go.
Tuesday 15 February 2011
Saturday 12 February 2011
Deuce
And its twos again. two days till the departure of one of my best friends. My fellow Lonely Hearts' club member. And two weeks till my own departure, and the inpending onset of the second year of my medical studies. And 2 days till my FD matures where I'd be able to pay my school fees for my 2nd year which is 2 days overdue.
Spent my last couple of days thinking bout the past couple of months and what i have acheived in this holiday. I've had plenty of rest. Perhaps a little more that i should have. But it was a good rest. A great break from what have became a laborous march towards being a doctor. the longest that i would perhaps ever have. I perhaps spent too much time on my computer. Watching shows and playing games. Time that perhaps i should have spent playing music and making things. Things I have only started doing the past couple of weeks.
You know how people always say that if they'd go back to the past, they'd not change a damn thing even though they had shit times? This is one of those times that i could not say that.That is not to say that I've not had had a good holiday and that i didn't enjoy it to perhaps one of the bests that i could, but Given a second chance of such a holiday, I would perhaps find work and stuff and not laze around as much. I'd perhaps read more books and write more stuff, as i slowly feel my pen, or rather my keyboard, coming back to me, and my brain starting to function like i wished it would again. Perhaps it had something to do with an excess of time coupled with complete inactivity of the learning faculties, perhaps our brains are not made to work if we are to think, or think if we are to work, that's why those which could do both simultaneously are so well sought after eh?
Its great to be musing over things unimportant again. To think about the many chinese new year traditions and read about them, Its pretty cool. Since we're still in the supposed 15 days of celebration. And on that, I demand to have my 15 days of celebration back. Its supposed to be 15 days for a reason, there's a day for everything. including rocks and stuff. where on that day you're not supposed to use any earthenware.
And I finally have a new year resolution I want keep this year. 1 post a month of a suitable length, and a few shorter ones or song lyrics or youtube videos. But yeah, I guess i want to write things other than ethical conduct of a doctor. Or maybe I would perhaps one day write something about that someday over here.
Enough about resolutions. I like to keep them short and without much of an explanation. for they are somewhat depressing to me for reasons unknown. Perhaps its my innate psychological factors that prevents me form following a code or resolution, even if set by myself. Or perhaps developmental factors. Perhaps i would never know. But resolutions are depressing. they are. After the initial hooha about what i am gonna achieve and what i'm gonna do and stuff, you're left with actually doing it. Now that. I don't like. haha.
2 days to valentine's. Perhaps the most commercialised festival as some would say. Just got my lonely hearts' club name stolen and dragged on the floor by glee. What would the beatles say. Damn.
I would like to say I've nothing to do, nowhere to be, just a simple little kind of free. and that I'm perfectly lonely. But truth is, i guess i ain't. The moving into the eriksson's Intimacy Vs Isolation stage of development has taken its toll on me. Though i know that i've used this moving as an excuse more than once. But yeah. There's some truth in human lifespan development after all eh.
and 3 am now. I'm a little tired. and my mind a little whacked, fried from the radiation of my computer and the extremely glaring screen under the lights off conditions of my room brought upon by my oppresion. Its an oppression i won't ever go all 'egypt' on. Maybe a little fights here and there, but yeah, I'll cope with the bright screens and tired eyes.
And its 3AM. I shall stop spewing nonsense and go to bed. And attempt to dream, or perhaps not to, or perhaps just to get some rest. Tomorrow's gonna be good.
Till next time then.
Excelsior.
Spent my last couple of days thinking bout the past couple of months and what i have acheived in this holiday. I've had plenty of rest. Perhaps a little more that i should have. But it was a good rest. A great break from what have became a laborous march towards being a doctor. the longest that i would perhaps ever have. I perhaps spent too much time on my computer. Watching shows and playing games. Time that perhaps i should have spent playing music and making things. Things I have only started doing the past couple of weeks.
You know how people always say that if they'd go back to the past, they'd not change a damn thing even though they had shit times? This is one of those times that i could not say that.That is not to say that I've not had had a good holiday and that i didn't enjoy it to perhaps one of the bests that i could, but Given a second chance of such a holiday, I would perhaps find work and stuff and not laze around as much. I'd perhaps read more books and write more stuff, as i slowly feel my pen, or rather my keyboard, coming back to me, and my brain starting to function like i wished it would again. Perhaps it had something to do with an excess of time coupled with complete inactivity of the learning faculties, perhaps our brains are not made to work if we are to think, or think if we are to work, that's why those which could do both simultaneously are so well sought after eh?
Its great to be musing over things unimportant again. To think about the many chinese new year traditions and read about them, Its pretty cool. Since we're still in the supposed 15 days of celebration. And on that, I demand to have my 15 days of celebration back. Its supposed to be 15 days for a reason, there's a day for everything. including rocks and stuff. where on that day you're not supposed to use any earthenware.
And I finally have a new year resolution I want keep this year. 1 post a month of a suitable length, and a few shorter ones or song lyrics or youtube videos. But yeah, I guess i want to write things other than ethical conduct of a doctor. Or maybe I would perhaps one day write something about that someday over here.
Enough about resolutions. I like to keep them short and without much of an explanation. for they are somewhat depressing to me for reasons unknown. Perhaps its my innate psychological factors that prevents me form following a code or resolution, even if set by myself. Or perhaps developmental factors. Perhaps i would never know. But resolutions are depressing. they are. After the initial hooha about what i am gonna achieve and what i'm gonna do and stuff, you're left with actually doing it. Now that. I don't like. haha.
2 days to valentine's. Perhaps the most commercialised festival as some would say. Just got my lonely hearts' club name stolen and dragged on the floor by glee. What would the beatles say. Damn.
I would like to say I've nothing to do, nowhere to be, just a simple little kind of free. and that I'm perfectly lonely. But truth is, i guess i ain't. The moving into the eriksson's Intimacy Vs Isolation stage of development has taken its toll on me. Though i know that i've used this moving as an excuse more than once. But yeah. There's some truth in human lifespan development after all eh.
and 3 am now. I'm a little tired. and my mind a little whacked, fried from the radiation of my computer and the extremely glaring screen under the lights off conditions of my room brought upon by my oppresion. Its an oppression i won't ever go all 'egypt' on. Maybe a little fights here and there, but yeah, I'll cope with the bright screens and tired eyes.
And its 3AM. I shall stop spewing nonsense and go to bed. And attempt to dream, or perhaps not to, or perhaps just to get some rest. Tomorrow's gonna be good.
Till next time then.
Excelsior.
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