I saw an old man riding a bicycle yesterday.
There was an old woman sitting sideways in between the handlebars and him as he rode across the zebra crossing that the 154 I was in stopped at.
It made me smile.

No doubt about that, best Christmas ever. Not just because of the presents and seemingly endless supply of awesome munchies, this year's greatest gift will withstand the test of time into eternity. Technically, it's not my present, but I still derive the pleasure from it. It is the ultimate demonstration of how forces beyond our control work to ( Read more... )

I’ve not blogged in over a year. The last post was dated right after last year’s Lifeskills Camp. It takes a lot to warrant a blog post, but I thought this deserves one. It’s finally starting to sink in that season’s over, albeit slowly. 4 games: 1 win, 1 draw, 2 losses. In my perhaps biased opinion, these results do not do justice to the ( Read more... )

Yes, following the trend of writing about camp, even though it's been over for quite a few days now. Imagine: a week ago, we were freaking out about being superbly unprepared for performing. Then walking into D'Marquee and freaking out again over the sheer size of the place, and the stage ( Read more... )

Memories consume ( Read more... )

It's so hard to believe you're gone. Even now, I wake with a sense of disbelief. You're gone. Each morning, I rise reluctantly, wondering whether to live the day or just let it wash over me. I walk numbly, listlessly, drifting like a phantom. I feel apart from my body. I am half a person. You're gone ( Read more... )

I want to lose all inhibitions so that I could say the things I want so badly to say. But for now, I shall stick to idle bullshit that's hitting strikes at whatever's coming my way. If only I had the guts to do/ say the stuff I want to do. Cowardice is a symptom of a repressed personality? How's that possible? Is anything and everything ( Read more... )

Ever hated someone so much that you felt you could kill them there and then? Plunge a knife into them, and then mutilate their bodies 'til they're beyond recognition? Except that that's not the normal protocol of things. So what do you end up doing? The blood you bleed you imagine to be bled by them, the pain you feel you imagine to be felt by ( Read more... )

Hiding in the corner ( Read more... )

Hmmm... Only blog here right before I go on a holiday? The gripe is still the same: I don't particularly want to go. I don't want to see my brother, least of all, see him graduate. Mean? Big deal. Never missed him, never minded him leaving, never wanted to speak to him on the phone. To put it mildly, I don't like him, but I can't say it, of ( Read more... )