The written Chronicles

Ive been digging the locked blog for entries in 06 07..etc.
As much as I realised some of them are superficially childish, some of them seems very sentimental. Experiences are what shaped our lives and mature as we go along.  I still have a bittersweet feeling about my blog post. Some parts of the blog was quite incoherently obscure. I couldn’t remember why was I ranting in that manner. But anyways, I admit, my secondary school days may be ok on the studying side, but the social factor was quite a tiring journey. Some moments are so blisfully happy while some others just quite dejecting and depressing.  I can’t really remembereed what I feel back then but its good to check through the earlier pages of our lives once in a blue moon. Long story short, I cannot see myself the same person I was back then. The semblences are quite few actually. At least, in the current day and age, I managed to control my emotions better with emotional maturity.

Yep, a walk down memory lane.

For one, I had the capacity to do alot more than what I should have done. I didn’t realise how bitter I was because of what I perceive doing so much more for a friend and being bitter at the world for the injustices done to me. I guess thats what kinda shaped my individuality, but not selfishness. I remember how I related one of my friends to be the closest friend, but never understands the situation I’m going through, let alone, empathise and listen. Another just label me as a friend, in fact, bullying me with names all the time. Why was I quite a meek, target-able person? On another level, my old blog speaks of me not being malcontented and such a bitter pessimist all the time. I was still daring to meet new friends and change my lifestyles and habits. I guess I was in for a change in 07. There were fine happy times too. I will just post up some, extracts of it.

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_ƒarah ·I’m off to save the world· says:
oh fine. start a new story..

<= Mr Leo => says:
farah was at the sp concert..

_ƒarah ·I’m off to save the world· says:
haha. a more intersting one please..

<= Mr Leo => says:
there was a big fugly monster that popped up in the middle of orchard road. WonderFarah just so happen to walk along the street then

<= Mr Leo => says:
and then..

_ƒarah ·I’m off to save the world· says:
my god. you make me look like wonderwoman. well, that fugly moster happened to be a booger monster. it’s all green and slimy. not to mention disgusting. farah approaced it…

<= Mr Leo => says:
she took off her boring outfit and turn into wonderfarah’s outfit (black and pink), she climbed the building nearby and tries to jump on the jelly-like monster….

fortunately, the monster dissapear and farah went home to sleep and go offline without saying goodbye..

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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Karen is still ignoring both of us, Farah and me. Nothing more that I can do now. Just let her take her own time to cool down. And you guys don’t bother her and scram or else. Who knows, maybe it’s her case of insomnia or something like that. Gosh, I don’t want to be in her shoes, or maybe perhaps just be in her shoes for 36 hours. And her, mine. That would be a different story though. Kinda reminds me of Freaky Friday.”

Lol, that reminds me of the times I had Karen as one of closest friend for some time until…I don’t know what really happen though. I guess thats life – one moment you are in your pals’ accomodating apartment, the next day, she may never want to speak to you and for sometime after that, she switched schools. This leaves me and Farah kinda depressed for sometime due to the isolation, but we kinda moved on and managed….lol moving on..

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“I was traveling in the MRT and was listening the classic Kelly Clarkson’s Breakaway. Looking out of the windows and of all places in Singapore, J8 reminds me a lot. Being nostalgic , I started hanging out with 2e2 and gang. Everything which makes me happy used to be there. I had a hubby every Saturday morning there with a girl with a white skin filled with a lot of thoughts going through her mind and another girl with thick-framed who simply loves being free. I went there today and nothing pretty changed a lot. … Same people, still funny. But still, there are some people whom I can’t stand now. I know everything is there, the milieu of J8. I went there and felt a surge of energy in me, trying to regain my confidence.”

Lol, I still remember frequenting J8 after NDP rehearsals at RJC in the year 05. Also our usual rendezvous before the rehearsals. I think this post marks the somewhat-pseudo-melancholic phase of my life.

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“When I mean getting to know a person, I mean not talking the person over a phone for 5 minutes. I mean getting to know a person for a number of days, weeks and possibly months. For me, the words he/she says are just words, body language speaks the most. These things are the windows to the soul and how many of us are able to do that? No, i don’t mean getting to know a person. (I am sure everyone knows how to know one another. If not, you should just die) I mean, trying to know a person without those negative perspective that you had in mind. You all know Singaporean love to juice out alot of gossips and more gossips. I know, what an unhealthy hobby.

Some days back, I met some -erhem- narrow-minded person in my ex-class, and he still is. He mentioned about someone being aloof and I told him that I beg to differ. I KNOW he is making a joke/ parody of someone who he THINKS is aloof. (me la, stupid) Then he went on rambling his maturity as he claims. I wanna re-emphasize that maturity is a subconscious thing, not how you portray yourself to be.

Again I ask you with this question. How guilty are you judging a person before knowing someone?”

Though I may forget who I was lamenting about, it strike to me as someone familiar..hmm.

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I remember having to be rudely awaken by this guy in my room. This scared the shits out of me that time.

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“Except for Ivy, I care as much as her caring about me. Not that we are in a relationship but we are very emphathetic. I have seen some people in this class who share their pain with me after being with them for 3 hours studying/donig work in class confessed and said “I know I’m just a loser.” I know how this feels. Like a piece of shit. Feeling so down in the dumps. CSS wasn’t the same. Everyone else are out there trying to shoot everyone down still. All that for their pride. I lose my dignity and pride for others but i get none in return. CSS wasn’t the same. I was so happy to go to school in sec 2 because of the people there. They motivated me to come to school especially Ms Lee. Ms Joyce Lee.”
Aww. Haha, I still remember the ego-crushing moment we had a new teacher. But she turned out quite well in the end.

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Friday, August 10, 2007

Went to the new outlet of Gelare at Sun Plaza. My (belated) birthday wish came true…er sort of. The staff were so kind, did not charge me the ice cream. Hehe. But seriously, that new outlet attracted alot of customers. The first time i saw a Gelare outlet having long queues. Can see Mitchell was working, like mad, seriously.

Heh, that was a long time ago.
Thats it for now