Sunday, August 19, 2007

Curtain Call

Its a Saturday night. My lovely PCG has just called me over the telephone & sang "Happy Birthday" to me. Haha. I'm so sorry for pangsehing our long over-due BBQ get-together with them. They went through to much trouble trying to convince me to join them too. SORRY, but i love you guys anyway. That was so sweet! I almost teared & sniffed over the phone, even though it is 2 months late! Haha.

Well, earlier today, I had lunch with my FTB people at Sizzler's Suntec. Happy Belated Birthday to SAYWAI! So sorry for the slipshod birthday-gathering... It was a nightmare trying to organise something during the summer vacation & I'm guilty as charged. I've been occupied with other activities. SORRY... But it was nice catching up with the usual suspects. Unfortunately, the horrible traffic conditions & overwhelming crowd put me off totally. I got into a terrible mood, had a headache with a looming sense of dread towards school.

Summer has finally reached its end and I feel sad at its demise. It has definitely been eventful, fulfilling and fun-filled. Yet, one cant ever get enough of good times. Sigh. I wish I'm not this jaded towards school... Hopefully my perception of school might *cross fingers* might change this semester. I'm a freaking Year Two now. Seriously, after 1 year at SMU, I still dont feel anything like a self-confident person, armed with all the necessary skills, 100% ready to take on the corporate world, as marketed. Weird, huh?

As I contemplate my mixed feelings towards everything, I'm wondering if anyone else is feeling the same way I do now. I seem to have an overwhelming urge to contact you & ask you what you're doing now, but I cant or I shouldnt. Hmm... So this self-restraint of mine is rather discomforting. Otherwise, my pounding headache & my immense distaste for the impending 20th August 2007 is driving me crazy now.

I guess I'll post some pretty fireworks pictures. They were short-lived but gorgeous. Like summertime. Alright alright. I know, you're like enough already!!! So, get ready to feast your eyes on the glory of millions of dollars exploding in the night sky.

You watch the season pull up its own stage
And catch the last weekend
Of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season
Fades away
-- "Stolen" by Dashboard Confessional

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