Writing again

I am back blogging. :)
It was a real long freezer hibernation.

Just an update..
Gone are my Tough jungle lives..
Gone are my stressful, complicated and terrible working days.
Got a place in NUS architecture.

The 2 years of brain laze has cumulated tonnes of moss in my brain grooves.
I suspect if i do some x ray i might not see my brains. Empty as my snare drum.
*konk*

My days seems sadder and sadder.. i think i choose to be sad thats y.
Only if i could see the bright side of some things again.

*Randomness sinks in*
I still remember those depressed days when i missed one sunday of service..
I was a JERK. I talk like one, i act like one, i was one.
I don't like myself then.. I told myself not to act this way again.
Because i am not a jerk by nature. Totally not me.

I went for NUS guitar audition.. feel abit out of place. I tried to start
some conversation just to realise no one is interested to make friend.
I guess i was too talkative then. Anyway as usual i can't sight read,
I do respect them listening to me figuring out the blotch of ink flying around
the stadium tracks..*music score*

I really suspect i have some mental problem in reading.
Words work better than sleeping pills. The score too.. but
as a human, i have learnt to read and write. It is no longer ink
or black scribbly hairs on white surface.

Well as unexpected.. i have to stop my piano lesson. I was sad.
Still am sad. Always look forward to learning something new every lesson.
It will be my last lesson 30 Aug. What do i expect? An angel to appear and
teach me? I will be more than willing to pay $20.. thats what i can afford.
Anyway why would angels need money. I HATE the idea of money!

I am still sad over it.

I am 20 going 21.

I like to play drums. But, the idea of playing just to fill in the gap
when there is no gap at all disgust me. Makes no difference with
or without me. The only difference might be greater ease to the ear. Haha.
God i do love to play for you. I know you understand, I don't need to play.
Simple as having a spider on a wall. Or maybe a lizard.
I have no idea how else i can serve you.
I know! I can be the church's dishwasher, sounds more useful. Hahaha!
I will be one! Or i guess i am already one just not officially one.

Somehow the church reek of market smell.. or is it just me.
I don't think i smell like market. It is just a smell of meat kept in freezer.
I really don't mind being a vegetarian.. but surely i think i don't like
meat in my home freezer. Hahaha. Except Mock Meat. Veg meat.

Thank God i am deficient in my reading skills but to make up
He give me good nose. I never realise it till i tot i can differentiate coke from pepsi. Mm.. who can't. Hahaha. How about.. salt from socks. Hahaha! I beat no one dare to taste socks.. I also don't dare. Reuben once told me Charmaine got a smell..
i am sure he don't mean BO. I guess it is the shampoo when there is no perfume. What brand? Indian brand, Hahaha. Joking. But Indian smells thick and sweet.. i mean the garland.. the hair smells like olive oil and herb.

However good my taste and smell.. i am sure. Unless i get flu. Sadly i have unconventional likings. Not as the public would agree upon i would somehow feel there
is depth to the taste. Challenging enough to appreciate.
Anyway i love to eat what i love to eat. No amount of *Eeee or *Yucks will deter me from agreeing with *Eee.
Hahaha.

I really love to eat Yee Kei's Bee Hoon though. And the porridge in church. I am sure everyone agrees. It is not the food i taste.. it is the love i feel. Even if it is not something i like i will eat.. if it is not too spicy. Same for my mummy's food :)

Talk about spicy. It does numb my tongue. It match my character ya.. i am not those up for the trill.. But i do love trills on piano. Chopin's nocturne is sprinkled with it.

No more nonsense. I am sure i will be the only sentimental and crazy one to come back to read my own post. More to come.

I will wanna put down my uni experience in the days to come.