Gonna be a short one. My internet's screwing up as I type this.
Just wanna say i'm sorry for the promises that I've broken. Guess I've gotta make up for the breakups.
I kinda miss alot of things right now. Cell. The jokes. The company.
The friends. Haha I really miss hanging with Xavier and Damien and Prash and the rest. Hmm I wanna go to BRMC soon...wonder what it's like now. Haven't talked to mst of the people for a pretty long time.
I'm missing alot of stuff. I still miss sec 2 days. I miss the 2b2 gang man. Haha.
I don't mind failing o levels this year. Retaking it again. Staying in secondary as long as possible. Staying in the best part of my life as long as possible. Well, that is if my friends stay back with me. But that's not gonna happen, so I'm gonna hafta move on.
I'm kinda dreading the working life. Don't even know why I'm thinking of it now.
Well unless I become a teacher haha. Nah I suck at teaching, not gonna happen anytime soon =p I already have problems teaching the sec 1s drums...well it's not like everybody's gonna be a Silas anyway. Right k too much info there. =D
Oh well. I keep blogging about missing something. How bout something's missing. Haha k was that a pun? =p
But yea. I miss the drums at choir room. I miss playing behind those friends. I miss playing with the guy who's a little shorter than me, and just makes love to the crowd with his guitar. The guy who looks at much more behind his specs, caressing his black bass with smooth plucks and slaps. The guy who thinks he's Cristiano Ronaldo, who's singing his heart out. The short guy who's strumming up and down on his electric. And guiding all that is a man, older than us, grey hair, with that smile that makes you want to do your best.
I miss all that.
Hmm, I just wanna play the drums again. I wanna count for something. Something good.
Oh well. Hope enrolment's my next chance.
And Nic lent me his PC Game magazine. Loads of cool stuff larr, like Red Alert 3. Haha gosh dogs with bagpacks that amplify their barks to stun people. Crazy shizzzz haha.
Listening to Delirious now. There goes another memory. Last year's FOP. Haha such a pity I got an injury on my hand, I couldn't shake their hands properly during the autograph sessions. Awww, haha can't wait for them to play again soon.
Well, and I read about SoulStorm in that mag too. The latest craze. Well, among Khoo, Gabs and I, that is. Not to mention Keith and Kendrick and the rest. And I'm so jealous of Gabs now! I want SS too!
Oh and I hope Ben's ok. Stupid Pneumothorax. Screw it lar, haha. See lar, tell so many lame jokes, laugh too much, now kena hole in your lung. =p haha k fine, well he's ok now, after the operation. Yep, hope we can see him this sunday.
Hmm I still feel bad for breaking the promises I made. Well, dear I've just gotta say that I'm thinking of long term goals. Hope you got what I meant =)
But I guess I'm gonna hafta forget all that. To move on.
Seems like the yesterdays are getting older. Tomorrows are getting younger.
Everybody's changing, and I don't feel the same.
It's surprising, how things change really quickly. In this fast paced world.
Haha, least I'm still swinging to the beat.
Beat of what? Well it's all in my head hawhawhaw.
K that sounded wrong. And right now I have an email to reply to. I'm thinking a long one, like, really really long. Guess I've got alotta things to say.
And cool I just broke another promise. I said this post would be a short one. There goes my trust. Haha.
Oh and another thing to mention. My da sao's new house is cool. 20 storeys up high. Feels like you're flying. Not only that, the Flyer's in view from there.
By the way, the second part of your present is still on. I wasn't joking about it. Just tell Brandon and I when you're free =)
Oh and MY NAPFA'S TOMORROW! Ahh I'm pretty worried for alot of things. Well, everything escpet sit ups and broad jump. I wanna get all As! Like, I already have an A for my 2.4, so yea. I wanna get that streak I almost got in sec 2. Haha.
Oh well. Signing off.
Flying.
Again.
To where my dream sweeper takes me to.
And when it's all over, the memories are washed away.
Who knows when they'll come back.
We just keep waiting, and waiting, and waiting....
For His eye is on the sparrow. And I know He watches me.