Tuesday, July 22, 2008 @ 11:56 PM
I love Maksim. Especially his song Exodus. Ohkay, it's not really the piano that makes the whole song so nice, but rather the interpretation. The emotion!
I feel rather empty without training now, but all that training time is now taken up by consultations and consolidations. Reality bites, and bites hard. All this for the promotion!
And it's already 12am on the 23rd of July, so,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY XINRU THE UNGLAM MONKEY. (:
Back to the blogging.
Was out on Sunday and I came across this huge 103" TV. Like how big is that man? The biggest I've ever seen! And it was in Harvey Norman so they were showing the usual scenery stuff to show how sharp it is and all. And my word, it was pictures of Alaska. ALASKA! I stood there for so long, dammit it was so bloody beautiful! Ohkay no one's gonna understand but the mountains, the lakes. The sky. My word. MY WORD. Can die for it.
I guess that's the price to pay for the security and safety of living in Singapore eh. No mountains, no lakes. Only Bukit Timah Hill and the various reservoirs. I miss the smell of eucalyptus in Margaret river, the gush of awe in South Island New Zealand, the thrill of bungy jumping in the North Island, hiking up Gunung Batur in Bali for the sunrise, the wide expanse of Mongolia, diving the depths of Pulau Dayang. I miss every moment of it. I'd do anything just to whiff that scent of fresh eucalyptus-filled air! And I guess for now it'd be to study hard so that I might have a chance of getting to those places again! Haha. And I know no one would understand how I feel but it's alright. No one really does. Gahh I feel like some spoilt brat bragging and complaining when I've been so thoroughly blessed.
As for now, I'll have to concentrate on actually getting to JC2. With the wonderful alphabets I collected from CTs, boy it's gonna be rough. I can't wait for Friday Night! BBQ WITH THE SPRINTSGIRLS. (:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
- LOTR, The Fellowship of the Ring
