3.20.2005
arh.. a long time since i last blogged. maybe i created the false impression that i been muggin really hard. however, as i say, it is just a false impression. i've been rather busy wif cca, which burned away like more than half of my "holiday" and thus leaving me wif not much time left to study. in fact, i have study so little, i think i might barely scrap passes for this block test. so yeah, wish me much luck.
went to watch huang cheng ye yun yesterday. the standard is really deproving. it's nt really the quality of the actors or props or lights or music. it's the standard of the engagement n depth of the plays themselves. the 1st one was gd. required much thinking n it allows one to reflect on oneself, thinking of the mistakes that we might make, n nt to commit them or to recitfy them asap. it was insightful n gd.
the 2nd one was just non-stop yakking. i gt damm bored by their continuous crapping. pointless yakking.. really lar.. i gt the impression that it was meant to drag time or wat.. even though it started off quite well.. as it got along, it became rather dry.
the 3rd one i watched only half, for reasons i will explain later. on my way home, i could more or less guessed out the entire plot of the story via asking my fren a few simple questions. it's gettin predictable n losing the dynamic sense of drama. it's like those channel 8 stuff... alamak.. hope they do much better nxt yr~
half way thru the 2nd play yest nite, i had gastric. gobbled down rather expensive food, brought at the cafe there.. n somehow the gastric didnt subside. in fact, it even climaxed mid-way thru the 3rd play, that's y i had to leave halfway. when one is down n out, help comes in many ways. this time, it was in the form of the guard at the VT. contrary to popular belief, the guard is nt a 50+ uncle wif a pot-belly. but it's a 20+ guy whom really saved me that day. he gave me some hot drinks, chocs n that made me feel really much better. basically, he was really a damm nice guy. no wonder he has like dont know how many girlfrens... current one is some executive whom is damm chio n rich according to him. alamak.. he has it all lar.. anyway, chatted wif him instead of goin back to watch the play lar.. he taught a few tricks n tips about soccer as well (he was a striker). he could be boasting abt it.. but i dont see any pt boastin to a 18 yr old jc student.. but really, gt to thank the guy (alroy) for savin me from my gastric.. if nt, i really would have taken a cab home straight away. shall repay this debt to him nxt time~
anyways, on another note, i gt this particular fren of mine. knew since secondary school days. recently in the past months, i sense something really amiss.. last time, could chat n talk freely, but nowadays, i'm getting monosyallbic replies to everything.. it hurts to see a nice frenship degenerate to such an deplorable state, w/o knowing the reason y n how to save it. worse still, it becomes one sided, n it just cant seem to work anymore..
memories are wonderful stuff. they enable one to just have a glimpse of the place n the entire event would replay itself in vivid colours, as if history was rewinding n showcasin it to u again. yet they can be deceptively painfully, while one dwells on these happy past memories, the realisation that these events would possibly nvr occur again can simply reduce one to tears.
the memories i have wif me r plentiful.. n mostly beautiful. yet i hesitate to visit these places, or look at certain items once again, for the pain n regret generated is simply too painful. maybe the past doesnt let me escape.. i can only look forward to each day wif renewed hope n smiles.
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