This is a post made of randomness...because Chengwei is bored
Chengwei has a sore throat, :(, for the 10th time in the year 2005, I so deserve to not fall sick for the next whole decade. Sigh I've been starving for the whole day now, but I can't eat. Even the weather mocks me, a perfectly windy day, the fresh air of the reservoir beckons, and I can't go out to run. Sorry, I couldn't resist the whine.
I had a conversation with a friend about running this morning. I commented that I absolutely hated trudging up slopes, and he said that running is just like life - with all it's ups and downs- now, who hasn't heard of that analogy before? But coming from this person, it sounds so sincere, so real, like he truly believes in it, and I know he does. A.Tong, if you ever read this, I just wanted to say that you're truly one of the most inspiring people that I've met in my life. Your attitude is something I could never have, but I'm always trying, very hard, and knowing someone like you (abeit not very well) only reminds me that it's worth trying. Chengwei's running philosophy is much simpler - it feels like absolute shit until you finish.
I think it's in our nature to live in the past. In J1, I absolutely adored the new friends of Hc Humanz (I'm suddenly reminded of our motto - 'A lifestyle of decadence, a tradition of excellence.')... I looked forward to seeing my classmates everyday...but one day, I came to the sudden realization that nothing quite beats the people from Nanyang. In Jc, I became so close to someone I sat next to in Sec 3, and it was comforting. Wed night marked a Girl's Night Out for Sheryl, Serene, Pet and I. These were people I knew from Hwa Chong... and over photo-whoring sessions outside Zouk, Mambo-ing to not-very-Mambo music, going completely wild, downing Baileys while playing 'I have never...', letting Serene call me a 'dog'... I suddenly recalled the night of a year ago, when we were at Sheryl's House, watching random VCDs, drinking cheap drinks, playing truth or dare...I was playing the piano, Jo was all red, Serene was trying to explain that red people don't get drunk easily... and I thought, 'Old friends are still the best. Who else but these girls from the class of 03A15, Hc Humanz, could make me feel so at ease?' I'm the girl always living in the past.
Yet another random thing- I quite forgot how quirky my mum could be until last night, until she said one of the lamest things over dinner at Jacks Place-
Dad: I need a partner for my Rock n Roll/Cha Cha lessons.
Mum: Yah, you can Rock, I'll Roll on the floor.
And while writing Christmas cards, I came to the conclusion that writing to people is truly one of the things that give me greatest joy. I don't know why... year after year, I write to my penpal, who has endured both my strange handwriting and attrocious crap, in Secondary school I wrote letters to wish my friends good luck for tests, I don't believe in giving someone a present without it being accompanied by a note, in ... I remember I wrote Es a letter, I wrote endless E-mails/lettersJ1 I wrote postcards to Jean, HX to Char, I continued to write to Zk my mortal long after the whole Angel-Mortal game ended, I wrote to Zhuang after the Council Presidential Elections, I gave my friends notes attached onto flowers after performances... I wrote back notes to everyone who wished me happy brithday...KL called me the crazy letter writer... when I went to France this year, I almost missed my flight because I suddenly realized that I was to quit my job at Spags soon and I wanted to buy special cards, to write to special people I've met... I write and write and write... but you know what? It's always disappointing, because I can never quite write what I truly want to say. Maybe I don't have that gift of words, or maybe, there just aren't words for the important things, and so, they'll always remain unsaid.
Last night, while being unable to sleep, I messaged an old friend. Maybe I shouldn't have, sorry to you. There's a letter for you too, it's been written 3 times because it keeps wearing away from being kept too long. That was the closest I've ever come to writing exactly what I want to say. What a pity it can't be given, but will continue to wear until the words can't be made out anymore. And I'm not sure I could write it again.
I had a conversation with a friend about running this morning. I commented that I absolutely hated trudging up slopes, and he said that running is just like life - with all it's ups and downs- now, who hasn't heard of that analogy before? But coming from this person, it sounds so sincere, so real, like he truly believes in it, and I know he does. A.Tong, if you ever read this, I just wanted to say that you're truly one of the most inspiring people that I've met in my life. Your attitude is something I could never have, but I'm always trying, very hard, and knowing someone like you (abeit not very well) only reminds me that it's worth trying. Chengwei's running philosophy is much simpler - it feels like absolute shit until you finish.
I think it's in our nature to live in the past. In J1, I absolutely adored the new friends of Hc Humanz (I'm suddenly reminded of our motto - 'A lifestyle of decadence, a tradition of excellence.')... I looked forward to seeing my classmates everyday...but one day, I came to the sudden realization that nothing quite beats the people from Nanyang. In Jc, I became so close to someone I sat next to in Sec 3, and it was comforting. Wed night marked a Girl's Night Out for Sheryl, Serene, Pet and I. These were people I knew from Hwa Chong... and over photo-whoring sessions outside Zouk, Mambo-ing to not-very-Mambo music, going completely wild, downing Baileys while playing 'I have never...', letting Serene call me a 'dog'... I suddenly recalled the night of a year ago, when we were at Sheryl's House, watching random VCDs, drinking cheap drinks, playing truth or dare...I was playing the piano, Jo was all red, Serene was trying to explain that red people don't get drunk easily... and I thought, 'Old friends are still the best. Who else but these girls from the class of 03A15, Hc Humanz, could make me feel so at ease?' I'm the girl always living in the past.
Yet another random thing- I quite forgot how quirky my mum could be until last night, until she said one of the lamest things over dinner at Jacks Place-
Dad: I need a partner for my Rock n Roll/Cha Cha lessons.
Mum: Yah, you can Rock, I'll Roll on the floor.
And while writing Christmas cards, I came to the conclusion that writing to people is truly one of the things that give me greatest joy. I don't know why... year after year, I write to my penpal, who has endured both my strange handwriting and attrocious crap, in Secondary school I wrote letters to wish my friends good luck for tests, I don't believe in giving someone a present without it being accompanied by a note, in ... I remember I wrote Es a letter, I wrote endless E-mails/lettersJ1 I wrote postcards to Jean, HX to Char, I continued to write to Zk my mortal long after the whole Angel-Mortal game ended, I wrote to Zhuang after the Council Presidential Elections, I gave my friends notes attached onto flowers after performances... I wrote back notes to everyone who wished me happy brithday...KL called me the crazy letter writer... when I went to France this year, I almost missed my flight because I suddenly realized that I was to quit my job at Spags soon and I wanted to buy special cards, to write to special people I've met... I write and write and write... but you know what? It's always disappointing, because I can never quite write what I truly want to say. Maybe I don't have that gift of words, or maybe, there just aren't words for the important things, and so, they'll always remain unsaid.
Last night, while being unable to sleep, I messaged an old friend. Maybe I shouldn't have, sorry to you. There's a letter for you too, it's been written 3 times because it keeps wearing away from being kept too long. That was the closest I've ever come to writing exactly what I want to say. What a pity it can't be given, but will continue to wear until the words can't be made out anymore. And I'm not sure I could write it again.
Chengwei looked out at 7:22 pm
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