Wandering with the Wind...

Monday, February 23, 2009

Right, let's get this straight.

I caught chicken pox last Friday.

And we're supposed to be having exams this wed; geog, history, lit, and I'm MISSING THEM ALL!!! And there's Jap on friday - Jap common test 1! The first exam of the year and I'm gonna miss it. Goodness. Mrs Tan says I shouldn't rush back so quickly, well, something about recovering fully lest I catch the risk of getting shingles later in life. But...all the lessons...!

And 4 guitar sessions! 4 x 3 hours of basics...!

*Breathes and holds head* Okay...okay...clam down...

Argh. Well yea I'm on 2 weeks mc. Have to self-study and all...not a nice prospect...><

Okay I'm a lil tired here so I think I won't bother to lubricate the links between the different topics I'm gonna blog about so...just...follow me when u see things take awkward turns suddenly, okay? ^^ Like that you're gonna be fine. Just fine.

Hmm yup. So...just now I logged on and I saw this weird username trying to add me to his contact list, so yea, and it was MW. O_O Apparently Bren gave him my contact details...=.=

Oh well it's not too bad afterall. In fact it's not bad at all. Pretty nice to have one more 6G'07 contact on ur list, ain't it? We're all missing each other. At least those whom we know more and would remember clearer than some others.

Nostalgia. Haiz...

And somemore MW is a good artist friend to be with. He's one of the rarer ones who can really take any of ur weakness in art as though it's nothing but mere dust in the air - well, prevailing, sort of, in his own philosophies. He's a curious person. You can count on him coining all his philosophical phrases and conjuring his life principles, and abiding by them all the same; he's that sort of boy. Hahas. Interesting soul.

Ah so yea...I changed my blogmusic. O.O Now it's even more emo than last time; it's from Naruto, u see, and Naruto has loads of deep and sad scenes. I love this music. It sounds so...isolated, just like Gaara or Chiyoba at the Sand Village facing a setting sun...u know, I can imagine the ball of crimson gold up in the sky, shining in your face, and think of it, what would it be like for those who could see it, who could know it, who could recognise it's other-wordly smile, and yet not feel its warmth? To them it must be cold. So cold, so still, so...dead.

Haiz. Dang, I'm emoing again. And dang 2, my mom's screaming. I guess I gotta go off. Cya then~ Bfore my mom hunts me-!

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~~~*Played with the Winds at 9.23pm*~~~

Aurinya blogged at 9:08 PM

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