Wednesday, December 27, 2006
In the spur of a moment I took 20+ pics of this hideous looking stuffed toy which was living under my table for a few days. I say hideous because it's a christmas present for a friend. I think it's quite cute actually. But, that many pics because the toy was cute? I think because the camera was fun more like it. This sort of nonsense gifts are suitable for nonsense friends who never fail to annoy but amuse me.
I realise that my blog is pretty much self-centred. It's all about me ME ME ME me. Oh wait, this is my blog after all. Who knows one day I would change the background to be a giant picture of my face. I think the girls took a pic of me drooling all over Jessie's couch. I don't think they will send it to me anytime soon.
I finally had a day to myself to sit around at home and do nothing. Sure its hols but somehow the meetings never seem to end. Darn it sucks to think that tomorrow is results day AND bidding day. Drew up my timetable for next semester and the timings are bad. Ah well, it'll only be for the next 3-4 months.
Sometimes I detest technology. Because everything is instant, I become dependent on instant messages via msn, instant smses, instant phonecalls. Somehow it also becomes hard to accept that maybe some people are just busy and have no time to talk to me. I'm used to communicating frequently via our ever (un)reliable technology, yet somehow, sometime all these stopped and left me wondering what went wrong.
Or maybe it's just me being my own crappy self as usual. I think at the rate I'm being oversensitive, one day I might just hit my own self-destruction button and head towards a breakdown. Sounds good? I don't think I'd allow that to happen though. My body mechanisms are good. It distracts me from everything that upsets me by allowing me to enjoy my cartoons. If not for my fictitious world I wonder what would become of me. I was just telling someone the other day that if not for my heavy involvement in worship min, what took place these few years may have just led me to backslide. But I'm still around and alive. So I must have done something right.
And somehow I don't make sense again. I don't see my own point.
Maybe it's time to forget and to continue watching cartoons.
I realise that my blog is pretty much self-centred. It's all about me ME ME ME me. Oh wait, this is my blog after all. Who knows one day I would change the background to be a giant picture of my face. I think the girls took a pic of me drooling all over Jessie's couch. I don't think they will send it to me anytime soon.
I finally had a day to myself to sit around at home and do nothing. Sure its hols but somehow the meetings never seem to end. Darn it sucks to think that tomorrow is results day AND bidding day. Drew up my timetable for next semester and the timings are bad. Ah well, it'll only be for the next 3-4 months.
Sometimes I detest technology. Because everything is instant, I become dependent on instant messages via msn, instant smses, instant phonecalls. Somehow it also becomes hard to accept that maybe some people are just busy and have no time to talk to me. I'm used to communicating frequently via our ever (un)reliable technology, yet somehow, sometime all these stopped and left me wondering what went wrong.
Or maybe it's just me being my own crappy self as usual. I think at the rate I'm being oversensitive, one day I might just hit my own self-destruction button and head towards a breakdown. Sounds good? I don't think I'd allow that to happen though. My body mechanisms are good. It distracts me from everything that upsets me by allowing me to enjoy my cartoons. If not for my fictitious world I wonder what would become of me. I was just telling someone the other day that if not for my heavy involvement in worship min, what took place these few years may have just led me to backslide. But I'm still around and alive. So I must have done something right.
And somehow I don't make sense again. I don't see my own point.
Maybe it's time to forget and to continue watching cartoons.
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