I just came home from walking home (because i left my ez-link card in the school photocopy machine by accident and it was too late to get it back and I already spent an unnecessary $1.50 on a. Standard ticket, so I might as well not waste any more money and walk home.)and there was many thoughts passing throu my head. Wanted to present this in a nice structured way, but as I walked my thoughts wandered, so I might as well present it as it was.
The scenery was pretty nice. I saw the coffee shop that had been there since I was born- and probably before that- being revamped, not knowing if the original tenants would be coming back. I saw a URA sign saying that the plot of green grassland was up for sale, and I missed the place dearly, and I don't want into be gone - gone like how Kovan Melody took the place of another plot of land opposite Heartland Mall, like how beside it another condo has sprung up, and the trees that I used to cut through chopped down.
I thought, it's been so long since I hast walked through this path, this route. So long since I walked into Goodrich Park (which I didn't do), so long since I bought stuff at the local minimart, so long since I've experienced the changes along this boulevard of memories...
Growing up can be so hard.
And all too soon, I was back at what is now familiar to me. Perhaps all too familiar, these buildings, drab and brown, telling the world that there was no sign of life in them but for the warm orange glow of lights of units within. I tried to stifle the tears as i walked to the lift - thankfully i didnt cry. I do regard this block of flats as my home now, but somehow, it's less rich a life than before. I saw the beautiful sunset, saw the columns of seemingly never ending beige walls and columns forming the exterior of my block, imagined green creepers spreading out over them, a sight for sore eyes, fruits hanging tantalisingly to those below.
I saw the manufactured, artificial triangular green grass patch, saw the private apartments next to it, people in their units, in the place they call home.
And I stood still for a few seconds, letting my thoughts run wild, run freely, unlike the person they belonged to.
Memories.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
D'arvit
Bought Artemis Fowl and The Atlantis Complex.
Managed to not read it for the first day... Then on the second day (today), I succumbed. The book's read, from cover to cover... And my homework, comparatively, is relatively undone.
I've always been very easily addicted, and to put a book within (near) sight, in a wardrobe I have to open to get my sleeping stuff, is folly. Moreover, I've been putting off the urge got read books for a pretty long time already. And an book on how to pass my IPPT and another, the autobiography of my choir conductor's journey to becoming said conductor, don't really count as what I like to read. Oh, well. The guilt's come out in full force, what's been done has been already done, and so I should get to doing my homework.
And it wasn't particularly satisfying, anyway. I realised that the genre of Artemis Fowl is catered to a younger target audience, probably tweenie boys (lower secondary). The words were a little simplistic, though I still can't figure out the darned symbols that line the bottom of each page and the start of each chapter. And there was an attempt to bring in romance between Artemis and Holly (will not bother to explain.. >.<) and some of the dude's alter ego, Orion as well. Well, suffice to say that I didn't find it extremely troubling, but smiled a little... Which went on to affirm, once more, something that has already affirmed itself an infinite number of times already. Which may or may not be troubling in itself.
Anyway, I just came back from running 2.5 rounds around the local stadium, about 3km (very roughly), and it was done in about 15minutes, also very roughly. Approximation is a good thing in this case because it bouys my confidence and makes me want to run more, all for the sake of passing my 2.4km run for NAPFA with flying colours. To the one who encouraged me, who set this target for me to meet, thank you.
And get well soon (:
Managed to not read it for the first day... Then on the second day (today), I succumbed. The book's read, from cover to cover... And my homework, comparatively, is relatively undone.
I've always been very easily addicted, and to put a book within (near) sight, in a wardrobe I have to open to get my sleeping stuff, is folly. Moreover, I've been putting off the urge got read books for a pretty long time already. And an book on how to pass my IPPT and another, the autobiography of my choir conductor's journey to becoming said conductor, don't really count as what I like to read. Oh, well. The guilt's come out in full force, what's been done has been already done, and so I should get to doing my homework.
And it wasn't particularly satisfying, anyway. I realised that the genre of Artemis Fowl is catered to a younger target audience, probably tweenie boys (lower secondary). The words were a little simplistic, though I still can't figure out the darned symbols that line the bottom of each page and the start of each chapter. And there was an attempt to bring in romance between Artemis and Holly (will not bother to explain.. >.<) and some of the dude's alter ego, Orion as well. Well, suffice to say that I didn't find it extremely troubling, but smiled a little... Which went on to affirm, once more, something that has already affirmed itself an infinite number of times already. Which may or may not be troubling in itself.
Anyway, I just came back from running 2.5 rounds around the local stadium, about 3km (very roughly), and it was done in about 15minutes, also very roughly. Approximation is a good thing in this case because it bouys my confidence and makes me want to run more, all for the sake of passing my 2.4km run for NAPFA with flying colours. To the one who encouraged me, who set this target for me to meet, thank you.
And get well soon (:
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