i am sandslob: Drafts&Random

Really, it's so weird when I'm walking down the street, riding the bus, or taking a shower, and suddenly there'd be something that would sweep over me and I'd have the urge to write about that which is momentarily interesting, but I can't because I'm not in front of the computer. And then I'd take a mental note of it so that I could write about it later, only to find out the urge has gone, and the emotions associated with that event has already gone stale. So I would just stare at the computer blankly, *blink blink*, then stare at the computer blankly again. And then start writing about random things, making a post devoid of all structure and coherence.

Sometimes though I would actually be in front the computer when that blog bulb hidden in my brain would light up, (which is my euphemism for being distracted when I'm supposed to be doing school stuff), so I'd just write a sentence or two and save it as a draft and let it gather blogdust until I find the time or rekindle the emotion to complete the post, which never really happens.

Here are some lines saved under my drafts:

I suppose it would be easier for all of us to be the people we truly are if we didn't inherit so many prejudices about the kind of person we think we should be," says Carol Eikleberry, author of The Career Guide for Creative and Unconventional People.

-saved as draft on Nov 13, 2007

I believe that the word 'disaster' was invented to describe this day.

-saved as draft on Oct 29, 2007

I really hate it when I'm in the library/lecture theatre/tutorial room and people are talking loudly. I have almost zero tolerance for this, even though I might be guilty of this myself sometimes. However, I welcome it when people try to hush me, and I hope other people feel the same when I try to tell them to shut up (in nice way of course). But there was an instance or two when I glaringly told this guy in class "Would you please shut up?!" because he seemed to be unaware of people casting him dagger looks for obliviously disrupting the tutorial.

And once too when I was still staying in Ridge View Residences and there is this group of people from this certain country who would have supper at 4am at the cluster kitchen every single day, and I don't know why they have to bang the pots and pans they use every time. During those days, it's only until that ungodly hour I would get ready for bed because of the mountain of school stuff I needed to do, and as I try to get some shut-eye, the stillness of the night (or very early morning) would be spoilt by clanging pans and irritating loud voices.

I was already fuming mad and I didn't bother to check how I looked with my sleeping clothes before going down to tell them off.

So anyway, now that I am working at SELF (which is sort of a library), I now have an authority to maintain the

-saved as draft on Oct 18, 2007

Anyway. I don't know how to make my sister understand how I am hurt by how she thinks I am obligated to impress her by giving her material things. I wanted to write more, but whudever, nuff said.

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Some old photos from Wyldfire! I stole this from Chin's multiply hehe!:) WOAH WE LOOK SO DIFFERENT NOW!!! These photos were taken after the very last church service held at Trader's Hotel (then we moved to YMCA at Orchard!). We were waiting for the bus going to Ate Cla's place, Wyldfire-style of course muahaha.