Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Oh well exaggeration is my thing! A week more and i am done for this semester.
But, as usual I'm caught in between. I want time to fly so that il be done with the whole unpleasant exam feeling but at the same time I'm not ready yet to answer so I need time to study!
Oh well, Life's like that!
ps. I cant help day dreaming too... Paaaaaarty! Chocolate buffet, yum yum
oops back to reality!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Telepathy and stupidity
Its sometimes a wonder to think how much Ive matured especially in the last 3 years. I thought i started out as a matured, responsible person but on the way I realized I was just as same as the others immature in certain aspects. But, now i feel i have matured even in those few aspects.
For instance, there were times I thought this certain person connected with me so well. That is he knew what to say and when to call me. He would call me just when i think of calling him or messaging him. But, what i never realized was how naive i was and how smart he was. Imagine, everytime I wanted to send him a message Id log into singtel web sms. What I didn't know was that an sms would be sent to him (name) is stating a session with him. Then, either i would change my mind and close sending a message to him saying I have closed the session, or he'd end up messaging or calling me even before I can finish sending the message. Either way he knows when I think of him and thus, he beats me to it. Stupidly, I used to think it was telepathy and a sign that he is the one.
Now to think of it, it is funny but, it did take me quite a long time to figure it out. However, it is point that shows my outlook towards love, from the fantasy, fairy land love to the reality, two people meeting at the right place and the right time.
Stole the last phrase from a dearest friend :P
For instance, there were times I thought this certain person connected with me so well. That is he knew what to say and when to call me. He would call me just when i think of calling him or messaging him. But, what i never realized was how naive i was and how smart he was. Imagine, everytime I wanted to send him a message Id log into singtel web sms. What I didn't know was that an sms would be sent to him (name) is stating a session with him. Then, either i would change my mind and close sending a message to him saying I have closed the session, or he'd end up messaging or calling me even before I can finish sending the message. Either way he knows when I think of him and thus, he beats me to it. Stupidly, I used to think it was telepathy and a sign that he is the one.
Now to think of it, it is funny but, it did take me quite a long time to figure it out. However, it is point that shows my outlook towards love, from the fantasy, fairy land love to the reality, two people meeting at the right place and the right time.
Stole the last phrase from a dearest friend :P
"It takes two to Tango"
Been struggling for two years in an on and off friendship (as hilarious it may sound)... and just like a friend of mine said it just suddenly strikes you that it is the end.
No longer obliged to be a friend, an enemy or anyone of any importance.
And yet it never ended in the way i wanted it to.
Does it matter how it ends as long as it ends?
Yet it would have felt better, more at peace if we were to walk in our own separate paths after a good handshake.
The toughest problem so far is to accept reality, but it is much worse when it comes along with the loss of a potential best friend.
Maybe that was the reason that it had been long going, struggling for 2 years. At times I've considered myself to be a rebel and it is this nature that doesn't let me give in to nature's laws of "Thats how life is". So tough that it took me this long to break the ties of a beautiful friendship.
However, there is a saying
"It takes two to Tango"
No longer obliged to be a friend, an enemy or anyone of any importance.
And yet it never ended in the way i wanted it to.
Does it matter how it ends as long as it ends?
Yet it would have felt better, more at peace if we were to walk in our own separate paths after a good handshake.
The toughest problem so far is to accept reality, but it is much worse when it comes along with the loss of a potential best friend.
Maybe that was the reason that it had been long going, struggling for 2 years. At times I've considered myself to be a rebel and it is this nature that doesn't let me give in to nature's laws of "Thats how life is". So tough that it took me this long to break the ties of a beautiful friendship.
However, there is a saying
"It takes two to Tango"
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Broken glass
Crack!
Not the twigs in fire
but the sounds of breaking glass
Came along; a change
that melted the heart,
the ever so hard rock into a shiny glass
Feelings and emotions became so transparent
She became transparent
Weeks passed by, Months passed by
and yet it felt like seconds
The glass was soon indistinguishable
from a sparkling diamond
One day she woke up for what she thought was the best day of her life
But the glass shattered
even before the transformation can be complete
Unseen and unpredicted
And she waits and hopes that another change will come along
to put the pieces back in place
Not the twigs in fire
but the sounds of breaking glass
Came along; a change
that melted the heart,
the ever so hard rock into a shiny glass
Feelings and emotions became so transparent
She became transparent
Weeks passed by, Months passed by
and yet it felt like seconds
The glass was soon indistinguishable
from a sparkling diamond
One day she woke up for what she thought was the best day of her life
But the glass shattered
even before the transformation can be complete
Unseen and unpredicted
And she waits and hopes that another change will come along
to put the pieces back in place
Crazy...
Well remember the "dream". I later found out that my friend had fainted and was quite sick. During that time i had left offline msgs but didnt think about calling or msging her. Maybe if i had called her id have woken her up or even prevented her from fainting. The dream was like a hidden msg.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Dream or a reminder of reality?
Some times some things need to happen to make us realise how granted we take some things in life or to remind us reality.
anyways lets go straight to my dream. Its a very long one maybe in short series which i assume to be one whole story. Anyways in my dream my former warden probably has just left to school. Somehow when we are near his office we see this other room in which he has recorded himself in a tape(no my dream is not a remake of ring... these are the good parts) And somehow using the tape we can project an image of him standing with us and take a proper groupie picture which none of us actually did in reality! While posing of the picture Im not sure how but i even see my friend's brother whom i hardly know there playing around with wax... weird! (No not a remake of house of wax)
The dream goes onto the second part where i am doing grocery shopping with one of my close girl friends in NUS maybe for some tripe and somehow i spend a quite long time with the sales assistant whose trying to find boneless chicken as well as making a friendly conversation... more weird!
Finally when iv found what i want to buy and she has bought what she wanted (hey you know what this actually reminds me of shopping at Georgies mart in the evening with her!) Anyhow there is this ladder that leads to somewhere, maybe attic, I try to climb on it but I realise that the ladder isnt supported well and so refrain from climbing. Now, somehow still on the way out of the building my friend tells me about there being a hospital in the complex which is out function. I also see people sleeping on beds and sleeping bags outside some what seemed to be like furniture store. I end up analyzing this with my friend and a few others i dont know. Thats when we (I) realized that its getting late and theres a storm coming. We finally manage to leave the place when i remembered i forgotten my bag!
Going back in for the bag, the door now feels like a heavy wooden door with old fashioned metal knob of an old mansioned house (not anywhere to the feel of a complex though i am going back to the complex which has the hospital) I dont know if my friend is following back, but when im in there thats when I see the people i have been talking to in a room. I start hearing spooky thud noises. Those people warn me not to leave. Then a bunch maybe 4-5 unknown people come inside to that room. They say something im not sure what but the other people around me say I invited the dead in... That i should have left when i went and not come back in. It somehow has brought back them in. It seemed like that bunch was asking if any of the people around me wanted to play with them!
An old man next to me asked that woman to shut up... I figured that these bunch wouldnt leave now without taking any of the old ones with them and yet the man was kind enough to ask the person telling me all this to shut up. All that person (i think it was a woman) said seemed so real and so scary.It seemed safe to leave that place so i took my bag and put the lock on knob and was about to shut the door behind me when my friend comes running in for me. I almost locked her in, but I was quick enough to call her back and she was quick enough to run back, hold the door and squeeze through the gap. We let the door and close and knew the lock is on. No outsiders can come in now. I know the damage is done but I hoped i prevented further damage .(Atleast that whats i thought in my dream... few spooky figures in better than many i thought)
Outside walking in the dark, Its still raining too. She said she heard whispers those of the dead nurses and some patients too of the hospital. Somehow i felt brave with her next to me. I wanted her to come till my house. (im talking about the one back in sri lanka).But she wanted to go take the first bus from the first bus stop rather than the one near mine. I am pretty much begging her to come with me to the second stop. That i will wait with her at the bus stop. (At the same time I am hoping to call my dad to come to the bus stop. Somehow my dad is always my hero and savior!) She doesnt realise that I am really scared. Maybe she agrees, but i wake up from the dream all spooked out yet feeling the intense fear of being abandoned in the lonely dark night.
I know this dream is nothing to those iv had before or to those insane ones which many others had. Iv had a dream even meeting the angel of death yet somehow this was different. This felt real. Spooked me even when i was writing the part that I brought in the dead. I dont know whether she was there till the end but i realised how much this girl, my friend, is there for me. But would it remain the same when she gets married? I dont know too.
I just want to tell you how much i appreciate you being there for me, even in my dreams. Thank you :)
anyways lets go straight to my dream. Its a very long one maybe in short series which i assume to be one whole story. Anyways in my dream my former warden probably has just left to school. Somehow when we are near his office we see this other room in which he has recorded himself in a tape(no my dream is not a remake of ring... these are the good parts) And somehow using the tape we can project an image of him standing with us and take a proper groupie picture which none of us actually did in reality! While posing of the picture Im not sure how but i even see my friend's brother whom i hardly know there playing around with wax... weird! (No not a remake of house of wax)
The dream goes onto the second part where i am doing grocery shopping with one of my close girl friends in NUS maybe for some tripe and somehow i spend a quite long time with the sales assistant whose trying to find boneless chicken as well as making a friendly conversation... more weird!
Finally when iv found what i want to buy and she has bought what she wanted (hey you know what this actually reminds me of shopping at Georgies mart in the evening with her!) Anyhow there is this ladder that leads to somewhere, maybe attic, I try to climb on it but I realise that the ladder isnt supported well and so refrain from climbing. Now, somehow still on the way out of the building my friend tells me about there being a hospital in the complex which is out function. I also see people sleeping on beds and sleeping bags outside some what seemed to be like furniture store. I end up analyzing this with my friend and a few others i dont know. Thats when we (I) realized that its getting late and theres a storm coming. We finally manage to leave the place when i remembered i forgotten my bag!
Going back in for the bag, the door now feels like a heavy wooden door with old fashioned metal knob of an old mansioned house (not anywhere to the feel of a complex though i am going back to the complex which has the hospital) I dont know if my friend is following back, but when im in there thats when I see the people i have been talking to in a room. I start hearing spooky thud noises. Those people warn me not to leave. Then a bunch maybe 4-5 unknown people come inside to that room. They say something im not sure what but the other people around me say I invited the dead in... That i should have left when i went and not come back in. It somehow has brought back them in. It seemed like that bunch was asking if any of the people around me wanted to play with them!
An old man next to me asked that woman to shut up... I figured that these bunch wouldnt leave now without taking any of the old ones with them and yet the man was kind enough to ask the person telling me all this to shut up. All that person (i think it was a woman) said seemed so real and so scary.It seemed safe to leave that place so i took my bag and put the lock on knob and was about to shut the door behind me when my friend comes running in for me. I almost locked her in, but I was quick enough to call her back and she was quick enough to run back, hold the door and squeeze through the gap. We let the door and close and knew the lock is on. No outsiders can come in now. I know the damage is done but I hoped i prevented further damage .(Atleast that whats i thought in my dream... few spooky figures in better than many i thought)
Outside walking in the dark, Its still raining too. She said she heard whispers those of the dead nurses and some patients too of the hospital. Somehow i felt brave with her next to me. I wanted her to come till my house. (im talking about the one back in sri lanka).But she wanted to go take the first bus from the first bus stop rather than the one near mine. I am pretty much begging her to come with me to the second stop. That i will wait with her at the bus stop. (At the same time I am hoping to call my dad to come to the bus stop. Somehow my dad is always my hero and savior!) She doesnt realise that I am really scared. Maybe she agrees, but i wake up from the dream all spooked out yet feeling the intense fear of being abandoned in the lonely dark night.
I know this dream is nothing to those iv had before or to those insane ones which many others had. Iv had a dream even meeting the angel of death yet somehow this was different. This felt real. Spooked me even when i was writing the part that I brought in the dead. I dont know whether she was there till the end but i realised how much this girl, my friend, is there for me. But would it remain the same when she gets married? I dont know too.
I just want to tell you how much i appreciate you being there for me, even in my dreams. Thank you :)
Thursday, September 25, 2008
911-phone call
So on my exchange program to Canada (Montreal!!!) i made my first blunder just a day or 2 after i had checked in.
Montreal and Toronto have different area codes. Montreal is 514 and Toronto is 416. The oncampus residence has free local phone calling service (local meant only Montreal and i never knew it before!) which required dialing a 9 before any other numbers (9 514...) So, i thought il give a call to my aunt and say that i am ok.
Being a computer-worm (oh well i was sort of addicted to chatting and facebook at that time, so i was glued to the laptop) I was dialing the toronto number 941... but what i hadnt noticed was i had dialled 911! Fortunately i realised it on time and hung up before anyone can pick the phone. Triumphant that I had succeeded in not embarassing myself and getting into trouble I relaxed back into the chair and yes busily chatting away...
Tap tap tap so i heard some sounds. Got a lil freaked out cos the wooden floors make similar noise and sometimes when no one else is walking i still hear the noise! (Later on i realized the walls were too thin that you can even hear the floors creaking in the next room.) So anyways i ignored thinking i imagined the knocking. Then again i heard and this time i thought it was my roomie. (ya for the first few weeks we'd be polite and knock at our own rooms instead of barging in!)
So I yell out "Come in". Still no sign of anyone. I open the door and i see a red/ pink faced man, panting outside the door. He looked like a police (actually he was the security officer and i was too new to the place that i didn't know the difference between police and security guard!)
I was speechless when he asked me whether i had called 911... Of course i did but then i was very sure no one answered it. It couldn't have even been 5 mins since the call and this guy is already here at my door step. I felt like a total idiot. I so hoped there'd be a earthquake and id be swallowed in or had the powers to turn invincible. (I like the latter. Imagine all the things i could do... stalk a hot guy :P)
So anyways he gave a big sigh of relief, accepted my trucks of apologies and left with advices like i can always call for help.
Conclusion? Continue to make stupid blunders even after changing countries temporarily.
*sigh*
Montreal and Toronto have different area codes. Montreal is 514 and Toronto is 416. The oncampus residence has free local phone calling service (local meant only Montreal and i never knew it before!) which required dialing a 9 before any other numbers (9 514...) So, i thought il give a call to my aunt and say that i am ok.
Being a computer-worm (oh well i was sort of addicted to chatting and facebook at that time, so i was glued to the laptop) I was dialing the toronto number 941... but what i hadnt noticed was i had dialled 911! Fortunately i realised it on time and hung up before anyone can pick the phone. Triumphant that I had succeeded in not embarassing myself and getting into trouble I relaxed back into the chair and yes busily chatting away...
Tap tap tap so i heard some sounds. Got a lil freaked out cos the wooden floors make similar noise and sometimes when no one else is walking i still hear the noise! (Later on i realized the walls were too thin that you can even hear the floors creaking in the next room.) So anyways i ignored thinking i imagined the knocking. Then again i heard and this time i thought it was my roomie. (ya for the first few weeks we'd be polite and knock at our own rooms instead of barging in!)
So I yell out "Come in". Still no sign of anyone. I open the door and i see a red/ pink faced man, panting outside the door. He looked like a police (actually he was the security officer and i was too new to the place that i didn't know the difference between police and security guard!)
I was speechless when he asked me whether i had called 911... Of course i did but then i was very sure no one answered it. It couldn't have even been 5 mins since the call and this guy is already here at my door step. I felt like a total idiot. I so hoped there'd be a earthquake and id be swallowed in or had the powers to turn invincible. (I like the latter. Imagine all the things i could do... stalk a hot guy :P)
So anyways he gave a big sigh of relief, accepted my trucks of apologies and left with advices like i can always call for help.
Conclusion? Continue to make stupid blunders even after changing countries temporarily.
*sigh*
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