Folly

by carrie on July 27th, 2009

Nothing to be done and everybody’s having a quick nap.

Logistic screw up last night and there were calls in to complain, I wasn’t the cause of it. I think they deserve it though. Like how we’ve no good reason to err, they should be taking greater responsibility.

For the first time, I’m starting to love my mobile. Maybe it’s the only symbol of life beyond the island, of freedom and good days.

Unfairness

by carrie on July 23rd, 2009

God made all of us different—some a little more special than some. There are differences more desirable and differences which put one a cut above some. Differences that are more noticeable and subtle differences nobody really notices.

I suppose we learn how to manage our differences through life. Perhaps to manipulate others, perhaps to swing the world in one’s favour. No matter what we do, we’re making differences with our differences.

Be responsible.

Out

by carrie on July 20th, 2009

They send me out of the island again and prescribed me with some drug which is making me all drowsy. I did request to stay on and actually questioned the need for me to leave. Both obviously didn’t work.

I don’t think my team will be happy with me. Decided to put my time into good use and I went straight to the supermarket to stock up on food. I figured we should get a bottle of sparkling juice, because I don’t think alcohol will make it through the security clearance, to celebrate our reunion once the entire team is back. Bet it’s going to take a toll on the remaining members as they grow to help us catch up.

One thing i realised is that when you’ve found a direction in life, you realise nothing really matters because everything will fall into your pursuit for that particularly ideal. Everyone’s been nice, the usual. Nobody really trashed me up though I’ve been renown for attracting undesirable attention. People have been willing to listen, understand and forgive. That’s awesome and I’d think that’ll help me grow.

There is, I dare say, no reason enough to justify my forced departure. But there may be some higher-than-thou logic behind that I’ve yet to understand. Let’s see to that, will continue writing on divine intervention then.

Tamiflu

by carrie on July 15th, 2009

On my way home after spending some three hours on the island. I’m barred from entering till further notice—what rubbish.

And those inside are trapped too, I think. Prescribed with tamiflu, which I was told cost $70 per box of 10, which I have to take until my test results are out. Goodness. Been too short to really tell each individual from each other. There’re always room for unexpected changes. I’d think we’re coming to some kind of a equilibrium, which is good news.

Didn’t see my superior around, sad. May all be good. The little encounter I had from those from my (social) unit was surprisingly pleasant. Praise be.

Unsettling

by carrie on July 14th, 2009

It’s utterly disturbing to realise I prefer rural living compared to an urban life. I also realise I rather live my life in a strange, foreign land where nobody knows me and vice versa.

Maybe it creates an illusion of a new beginning. Nonetheless, the truth remains that we’re part of our past and nothing will ever completely eradicate our living to date.

I wouldn’t say I’m excited to return. I’m sure things would be different from where I left off. It’s a pity I wasn’t allowed to—maybe I was—stay on to continue our forging of a partially new beginning. Bet there would be changes, new adaptations and new expectations. There’s an unexplained fear of being left behind and being left out. This isn’t a good start to the development of a social unit and to the rest of my much cherished islander life, le sigh.

In the days to come, from grace to grace, let me establish that there’s a hope far greater and a much more desirable tomorrow to anticipate. Gah. Don’t we all hate uncertainties.

Urban

by jon laa on July 13th, 2009

I actually prefer to be on the island than to be back home. For one, the island frees me from the excessive shouting at home. It somewhat stresses me up, makes me feel uncomfortable. For two, food servings on the island are much more generous than the miserable pieces of sliced meat I get at home. For three, there’s so much to the island I haven’t seen. I can’t wait to get back.

Decided against posting the entries I’ve scribbled up. There’s little consistency and there’s an appalling lack of style. Gross writing, can’t share it with the world.

Besides that, all’s been well. The fever has subsided and throat’s getting better. Flu’s still here though I’ve been taking the medication which says once a day in the morning, strange. Been very tired and drowsy. None of the medication says before/after meal nor do they state if it causes drowsiness, strange again.

Gonna return the computer to jianyang later in the night and I’d be left with nothing to use. Not that it mattered. I realised how futile the entire internet is and I realised I really want to have some good rest. Probably going to make my way out to meet him myself, think I need to get some necessities. Like black spray.

:)

I’ll be back, keep reading.

Epidemic

by jon laa on July 13th, 2009

Down with flu. Feeling a little achy, tired and voice is completely screwed up. Fever has left, bravo.

I would actually like to go back a little earlier, believe it or not. Using a laptop I borrowed from jianyang, who borrowed it from somebody else, which means I have no machine of my own to use. Meh! I should be getting one soon so my weekends wouldn’t be that crappy.

Did spend some time scribbling and I realised it’s very amazing to be scribbling. I can barely read what I wrote but that’s besides the point. To hell with penmanship.

I’ve some scribblings to transfer to the blog, will do so later. They’ll all be password protected, I think. If you’d like to read, let me know.

Been having awesome fun at the island, can’t wait to get back. The shorelines are amazing and the skyline line is surprisingly clear. It’s been so long since I last see anything more than a sea of grey, been heartening.

Of course we’ve bad days too, days when assholes beckon. Then again, it’s part of life, shit happens.

Down

by carrie on July 12th, 2009

Bad weather, island looks beautiful. Lots of miscommunication.

Love the island, I see waves of rain coming and I think I saw a storm over another island yesterday—beautiful.

Links

by jon laa on July 9th, 2009

Okay, I have to share some awesome stuff before I go.

1) Patti lupone stops a show - youtube link (audio only), a write-up of another incident (I think) and her response.

2) Opera star forgets his pants

Don’t ask me how credible the latter is. That’s all for now.

By the way, if you are wondering why I haven’t been writing for some time, I was too lazy and uninspired to do any writing. In fact, I still am but I figured I should write a little before I no longer have the privilege to, per se.

Drats

by jon laa on July 9th, 2009

Unhappy with how last minute I can be, and how obsessive I am even though it’s all this last minute brouhaha.

To prevent myself from leaving anything out, I threw everything I want to bring to tekong outside the room. Makes packing easier. Just have to figure how to squeeze everything into a my far-too-small duffle bag. No, I am not bringing a trolleyluggage. First impression matters - act cool even if you are not.

And honestly, I don’t think I am going to dont read/watch too much porn because a bunk of males sharing porn isn’t entirely desirable.

Neither do I take interest in FHM.

Okay, gotta give my spectacles another coat of black marker. Find some food, shower up then call it a night. Not bad, it’s only half past one - extremely early for my standards.

The subconscious truth is I can’t wait for it. I will like to make my life more meaningful than to bum around doing nothing. And collective authoritative training is probably gonna be good for me, I so think I need to get fitter.

Most importantly of all, it’s amazing. I needed this two-year buffer.

I need physical conditioning for my instrument.

I need a new perspective of life.

In short, praise be.

And you trust me to consider regretting saying the above. But given my boundless ego, I would make sure I don’t regret, I think. I hope it doesn’t prove me wrong now.

GAH. I NEED TO PUT MUSCLE RUB INTO MY LIST OF ITEMS.

:D

Goodbye readers.

By the way, brendan, you won my heart (with reference to my facebook post). Text me when you read this!