I feel so lily allen tonight. I like brit pop, brit fashion. i think i might like to get her album. I like jesse mccartney too. i know it's kinda kiddish and gay but it's catchy pop. It's when you're stuck with doing work that every little thing seems to promise so much greater fun. And i know many of you out there have your own set of troubles and worries and disappointments and fears, we all thrive on hopes and dreams and support from fellow friends and strangers. This awesome awesome ability to pretend nothing happened and smile when needed to, socialize when put into and be nice when you have to. Yet behind all this smiles and niceties, it's a pile of crumbled up pie that has been dropped and abandoned on the floor, left to be trampled on. Oh no, we're not gonna just be piles of dung, we have this amazing talent to get back and all we need is something, someone, some concept, some notion, some hope. :))

tonight i was wondering why do i always feel that people who live to fulfil their ambitions seem to be placed at higher statues when compared to those who live to fulfil their simple lives of being the regular salary man who's happily married? And i realised we were all wrong. noone has a goal more noble than yours, it's which side you're looking at. we can be from different worlds and backgrounds, but if only we could just stop to look at each other at the same place in time, then we would understand and slowly catch up with each other, compromising and right in the middle.

the other day i recalled how i used to imagine myself in a giant field of sweet lingering scent, green green grass dotted with pretty blossoms, sit by a big oak tree, reading a book, playing a song and next to you. i'm still short of that "you". *censored irresponsible thought* Come to think of it, i'm gonna be 1/4 century old. time really really waits for no man.

this may sound superficial but i really can't wait to go catch a movie, chillout with good food, drinks, music and friends and indulge in some retail therapy.

Stressful stuff i need to get over in the last stretch of my 4 years marathon.
Just a test.
Just a report.
Just a thesis.
Just a presentation.
Just a lot of trip planning and booking.
then it'll be time for my last NUS examinations as an undergrad.

I'm feeling alittle emo at this thought. I had many great memories while i was in NUS, none as wonderful as those in hall. There were the orientations where i was oriented by oldies and then i orient newbies, the pageants, the bashes, the many trainings, dancing, singing. Flashes of images running through my mind. Although it was only for 1 semester, i think the most memorable ones were the times i had Awesome neighbours. ;) All that late nights, impromptu zouking, wine and whines and HTH talks. Maybe i shouldn't have gone for my exchange so quickly. Interestingly, i was only there because i didn't know where else to stay but it turned out to be one of the best decisions i've made. Never know what surprises life throws at you.

Hopefully, always the pleasant surprises. :))