Welcome to the decrepit mess that is my blog.
I've stopped blogging for a while? Just didn't feel like typing. With a diary there's always some obligation to WRITE it. My personal belief is that if you don't continue writing in it, you'll just waste a perfectly good notebook.
Hence the reason why I prefer blogging. You can stop updating without the guilt factor.
Oh the joys of modern technology.
Life's been okay so far. Stress. Homework. SIAs. The usuals. Nothing new that life brings; everything I'm going through now is a repeat of last year's mundane with added layers. Like. MORE stress. MORE homework. MORE project work. Aside from that, if I can toil past the tedium, life is going fine. Sec 4 is just a lot more than I expected.
Last year in Nanyang. I can't believe it. As cliche as it sounds, time really does fly. Even when you're not having fun. Haha. I'm 16 this year. Seriously man. I don't FEEL sixteen. I don't even look sixteen. My sister consistently reminds me of my maturity- or lack of it- and my apparent un-sixteen-ness. I can't imagine being in JC next year. JC sounds old. Heck, 16 sounds old. ANd leaving Nanyang. I don't know. I love Nanyang, honestly, which is why I'm slaving my life away as a Councillor. And I love the people there. But I guess it feels good to start a new chapter? Not having to sing the same old school song again? And DIE white skirt. DIE. But I'll miss loads of people.
And lest anyone wallows in some idealistic dream of eternal friendship- the truth is, most friendships don't last. After we split up, how many friends I have now will still be my friend next year? Friend- not acquintances. How many friends I have now are true friends that will last forever that I will invite to my wedding (HAHA I plan on getting married!!!) or meet up many years later? Or play mahjong when we're all fat, contented tai-tais? I don't know. Makes you wonder. Everything is short-lived. Life is short.
Better treasure whatever I can now.
