Just A Writer

Two days ago, I turned on my Kindle 2 (recently handed down to me after the ‘rents acquired a Kindle 3 – with a gorgeous new burgundy cover that I’m so in love with) to try to get through some boring, blah reading material for college. Instead, I see that at some point during the day, my father had put  Wil Wheaton’s ‘Just A Geek’ on it, which he had finished reading in one shot the night before.

Now, I’ve been a big fan of Wil Wheaton – not for the fact that he played Wesley Crusher, or for his blog – but for his adorable pet ‘tweets’ that he put up now and then. As a fellow pet owner, who also has dogs and a cat, I find myself relating to these quite a lot and I always find myself laughing out loud, thinking ‘I KNOW, RIGHT?’ every time he tweets about these pet ‘incidents’. So I thought, ok lets give this book a shot.

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Randomly like that only, da.

Apologize (Timbaland feat. One Republic) and With Me (Sum 41) are the current favourites.
Sometimes friends who might have faded into oblivion have a way of walking back and picking up not quite where they left off.. and it’s a nice feeling :)
It is now the last-but-one-month. I can’t bear to think of saying goodbye to that lovely building!
There is something comforting about seeing a pond with goldfish in it.
I spent half an hour arguing with a bunch of friends over the pronunciation of the word ‘stupid’. I like Stu-PID. While some like saying StYUpid.
Also, the dog managed to lock us out last night for about 20 mins.
Don’t ask.

Phase 1 Down.. 2 to go!

So I finished my first set of exams on Friday. The next set will be in January and then my finals in *gulp* March.

I dislike commenting on how my papers went, since my answer will invariably be held against me either at that time, or later! However, I did figure out that one of the secrets to writing an ISC exam is to actually write everything you know about a particular topic, regardless of if you have actually finished answering the question.

(Does that make sense?)

Oh I expect I should say something about this.
Well I don’t really know what to say. Disappointment? Sure. But then I guess he is one of those people who cannot function at all without without being comfortable with his situation himself. So if this is what makes him happy, then I’m sure it was the right decision to make.

Oh and on Friday, I gave in to temptation and bought one of those smiley-faced yellow stress balls :


But I know, deep down, it’s only a matter of time before my dog discovers its existence no matter how well I hide it in the desk drawer.

Sigh. Life is harsh.

My Moment

Sometimes one of the hardest things in the world for me is to stop “living” for a second, and ask myself if I’m really taking in everything around me.

Last night, I couldn’t sleep ( I later realized that my pillow was missing – oh, the dependency on pillows!) , but there really wasn’t anything I could do other than just shut my eyes and try and count sheep. However, after a valiant effort, I still couldn’t get to sleep. So what did I do? I walked over to the balcony, and lay down and looked up at stars..

No really, I did.

What made the experience more fulfilling, was that beside me lay not the man of my dreams (haha joke), but my dog, Judo. And for once, he lay down quietly by my side, without getting up every two seconds to investigate some strange sounds ( even though I could hear some dog barking in the distance, which is usually enough to trigger him off into an answering volley of barks).

So we lay there, for I don’t exactly know how long, but enough to really make me feel.. something. I’m not a big believer in spiritual or religious things, and so I rarely take the time to actually sit and “be at peace with myself” . but this time I felt like doing this.

I realized that by staring fixedly at one star, it looked like it was moving , and that if I stared long enough, I stopped seeing the ugly cable that runs across from one end of the compound to the next, marring the view of the sky. I realized, lying there looking up at the stars with my ferocious, “biter” dog sleeping like a baby next to me, that my life ( contrary to the typical 17-year-old point of view) really isn’t so bad after all =)