Today is another very funny day. Really so funny that I laughed until I nearly puked out everything that I ate. Before I proceed to enlighten the rest of the world with the nonsense that went on today, I shall announce my new name. I am now known as Sora, Wu Xien. Sora in Japanese = Sky and Wu Xien in Chinese = infinity, so yeah I'm sky infinity.
Today was a rather busy day, running around. Alot of funny things happened. Firstly, went to SP for the dance rehearsal.
This is how I look like when I am tired and unglam, sleeping on the stage in a huge garage t shirt and leggings. Si beh unglam.
This was in the midst of achieving something. Me and Mizu in front, Suki, Lirin and Banana behind us.
I think the SP outdoor stage is quite cool, isn't it?
This is in Borders carpark, Zean want to try my driver's seat. After SP, headed over to town, brought them to Far East to look for costumes while I ran around trying to look for work clothes. Managed to buy 2 pairs of shoes and a skirt. Thank God for Osmose, they actually had a size I could fit without alteration!
He is practicing how to swear at Taxi drivers next time. Zean was very sweet, thanks for accompanying me to get all my stuff after the rest left and for helping me carry my shopping bags. I really appreciate it :D
This was at Simpang Bedok. After I was done shopping, Mizu met us and we headed over to pick Kaka up from Serangoon then went to Bedok to Makan. Met Pearlyn and some others there.
Food! Ice cream prata & Hokkien Mee...The rest of the food I lazy to take pics.
This was at the shell, I have no idea what we are doing, Trying to be homies but I think failing miserably. We should stick to being Beng & Lien.
See what I mean? We do this better, fight liao! Haha
Under the umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh.
Tomorrow I have to attend a meeting in the school I am posted to, damn sian, then working at 7plus in the evening. What a way to spend a Friday. I wish I could go to work dressed in shorts and slippers.
Ok, before I go, today there are also funny incidents, let me relate what I can remember:
Nas is driving. Driving driving driving.
Mini Beng: Lien ah, I clean your behind can?
Nas: wtf?
Mini Beng: No, the backseat got a lot of things, later people want to sit no space so I clean lor.
Mizu & Nas: heeeeeeeheeeeeeee
Continues driving.
Mini Beng: Eh, I got hole, you got the thing to poke or not?
Nas: you mean you want to plug your hp into my car radio.
Mini Beng: Ah...
And he can still ask me why he makes everything sound wrong.
While we were driving through Serangoon Road, we decided to irritate the shit out of people. So we started yelling at everyone on the roadside. Then I wore my shades, made Zean wear the other pair. And this was 11 something at night by the way. Then I realised that it's bad enough the people in Serangoon Road can barely be seen, with the shades, I had a high chance of knocking one of them down. Bad idea!
I like to keep myself extremely busy and occupied the way I am, because I prefer it that way. When I'm not idle, I don't find the time to sit around and reflect on myself, or on the voidness that never ceases to exist. I like to be in the company of my friends, I like to watch them laugh and seeing them happy makes me happy too. But I realise, there's a difference between laughing and smiling. I laugh a hell lot, but I rarely smile. And sometimes, after I send everyone home, and I'm driving back home alone, I can't help but feel a sense of loneliness. I'm not the kind of girl who needs someone by my side 24/7, to shelter and protect me from the rest of the world. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. But sometimes, everyone wants that extra bit of attention and tender loving care, to feel special, to feel loved.
In retrospect, maybe it is this very void that I strive to fill that makes me successful in other ways. Maybe I channel the pain within me in the right ways the pays off well for me. And maybe that is way I can see myself successful, earning my money, doing well in my career. But at the same time, these are the very reasons why I don't see myself blooming into a woman full of love, warmth and homeliness. Not me I say.
Though I tried very hard to put everything behind and start afresh, it is difficult. Let me put it simply, in terms of a mirror metaphor. If you had a mirror, and you shattered it and then tried to mend it, regardless of how well you mended it, there would be some traces of cracks, which wouldn't shine as much as the other parts of the mirror. It's mended alright, it does the job of reflecting still, but it just can't shine the same no more.
Sometimes, life is really like a runaway train. The best and happiest moments, when lost are lost forever, you find yourself asking how you got so jaded, why life's mystery seems so faded, then you see that it's like a runaway train, gone on a one way track that is never coming back. But the track remains, and the trains go on, sometimes you pause to wonder where the runaway train when, why it ran away, but life goes on, like everything else. For this too shall pass.
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