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Days of Our Lives was Joey's show in Friends... just borrow for a while! ^^
Had an unexpected meeting with CAC excos tonight... it was regarding the NTU Salsa En Sync. Basically I really didn't do anything. Poor Gary had to settle and prepare everything and I just scooped the position of Vice-chair for sitting down there and smiling politely to the committee members... Well I promise to work hard once the club is set up!
Finally had Weiling and LP back to hall! Dear WL drove us out to Boon Lay Market to have the famous 'power' nasi lemak. Yeah! Taking into consideration tha I won't be having breakfast tomorrow freaking-early-morning, before going down for hockey training~ I give myself the indulgence of a decent supper tonight hehe ^^
And also I'm glad that finally someone to have a decent conversation with! Not that I'm complaining~ but some things are just meant to talk to certain people and some things you just won't share with certain people no matter how close you are with them.
It hurts to see people I care for being entangled in their matters, and it hurts more in knowing that I can do nothing to help or relieve the burden.
It also suprises me to see how people who never showed deep emotions so I thought they didn't really care, actually, in fact, cared so much. Like the silent surface of deep sea with rapid currents gushing beneath. I won't know how much it must have hurt to bury feelings inside.
Had played wild for a few days. That unbearable lightness of being. That urgent need to be weight down. No no, I overlook those. What I suddenly recall, is the notion of a child put in a bulrush basket and sent downstream for someone to catch by his bedside. How beautifully fatal is that notion. At some point of our lives, we all long to be rescued by our heroes. But if no one shows up, perhaps, perhaps, it is because we choose to overlook possible occurrence of heroic moments. And we blind ourselves by seeing only the people we wish to see, deafen ourselves by only hearing the words we wish to hear.
A hug, a compliment, that's what it all takes.
I guess I already cut off the lines, set up the walls by doing what I did. Whether there is respect or just pure play, I can't care less to ruin my brain cells to guess. But perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, I miss whom I was, when I was still in that bulrush basket.
世界本来邋遢 天堂地狱一家
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【自语】Days of Our Lives
苏樱 @ 12/14/2005 5:44:22 PM
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回复：【自语】Days of Our Lives
...........u really really think toooo much
sorry about what I have said, because by then I was quite out of mind because of sth you know...... so just write sth how I feel about my own.... yeah from my point of view. No offence really, sorry about any misunderstanding made.