If a flower would wither at the end of the day, then why did it blossom in the first place?
If one was destined to be heartbroken from the start, why did one fall in love at the beginning?
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. Maybe.
I've been here before. And the sad thing is, I will time and time again. So why do I even care anymore?
Learning to forget.
The worst thing about saying goodbye is having to say it again every morning.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
Time heals all wounds. [It really does! Some take longer than others, but give it time and it will go away.]
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
What we want and what we need are usually two very different things.
Kevin Sim!
I think I should start writing short stories, put my active imagination to some use. But I only seem to be able to further current events, which means I shall have to use real life characters, and then they will recognise themselves, and then oh no! I shall get beaten up :P
I miss Singapaw!
I miss the productiveness in life, even when I was doing nothing.
I miss having people around me. I actually miss human company. Me! The loner!
I hate feeling cramped and gasping for space.
I hate the weather.
I hate being out of control.
Ok these 3 have been the worst days for a long, long time. Pray for a better tomorrow!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
KiT
Keeping in touch – it never happens
When we all part ways, as we must, sometime or the other in our lives, we promise each other and to ourselves that we will not let go of these friends that we have made. But sometimes slowly, sometimes immediately, these people fall out of our lives, some to never ever come back again.
I should know. I am barely in touch with any of my High School friends in India. My best friend here I have met only once in the last 4 years, and spoken to her a couple of times on the phone.
Even JC friends, when do we ever meet up? Once a year with some, never for some others.
Those who have gone away to a different country are a totally different story, yet a very similar one. They make a life of their own there, we are left behind here, and we all continue living, a little poorer in the friends section maybe. But we all make new ones, and the old ones are forgotten.
I remember I was really good friends with this guy a couple of years back, used to talk day in-day out. One day he got a call from some friend whom he hadn’t talked to in a long, long time. And I said to him that that will be us in a few days. And he got all offended about it. And then I left, came back to India for a month before uni started, messaged him a couple of times but he was busy, and that was it. The next time I talked to him was V day this year. and by then of course it was too late.
And I know it’s going to happen again. I can see it coming. 7 months is a long time. And who knows what’ll happen before I go back, who knows how many people I will still be in regular contact with till I get back. And for some, it’s going to be a good long year before I shall see them. And those certain people are not very good at keeping in touch. So when those people do read this, try harder to remember to KIT :P
I'm scared of becoming irrelevant to the people who are very relevant to me.
When we all part ways, as we must, sometime or the other in our lives, we promise each other and to ourselves that we will not let go of these friends that we have made. But sometimes slowly, sometimes immediately, these people fall out of our lives, some to never ever come back again.
I should know. I am barely in touch with any of my High School friends in India. My best friend here I have met only once in the last 4 years, and spoken to her a couple of times on the phone.
Even JC friends, when do we ever meet up? Once a year with some, never for some others.
Those who have gone away to a different country are a totally different story, yet a very similar one. They make a life of their own there, we are left behind here, and we all continue living, a little poorer in the friends section maybe. But we all make new ones, and the old ones are forgotten.
I remember I was really good friends with this guy a couple of years back, used to talk day in-day out. One day he got a call from some friend whom he hadn’t talked to in a long, long time. And I said to him that that will be us in a few days. And he got all offended about it. And then I left, came back to India for a month before uni started, messaged him a couple of times but he was busy, and that was it. The next time I talked to him was V day this year. and by then of course it was too late.
And I know it’s going to happen again. I can see it coming. 7 months is a long time. And who knows what’ll happen before I go back, who knows how many people I will still be in regular contact with till I get back. And for some, it’s going to be a good long year before I shall see them. And those certain people are not very good at keeping in touch. So when those people do read this, try harder to remember to KIT :P
I'm scared of becoming irrelevant to the people who are very relevant to me.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Here comes goodbye!
This is a song I heard on the way back and I really liked it :) Which proves to me yet again that I love depressing songs :D
Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time.
Here comes the start of every sleepless night,
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry.
Here comes the pain,
Here comes me wishing things had never changed.
And she was right here in my arms tonight,
But here comes goodbye.
Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time.
Here comes the start of every sleepless night,
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry.
Here comes the pain,
Here comes me wishing things had never changed.
And she was right here in my arms tonight,
But here comes goodbye.
What I need
People please give me you Skype IDs since I have finally downloaded Skype. And tell me who you are when you add me if your ID is not very obvious.
Also, please give me a list of good movies that can be found on YouTube or some fast loading site, since I forgot to download lots of movies and stuff on my comp this time before coming.
And all the people in India, give me your numbers. I of course don't mean all the people in India, only the ones I know and will be interested in talking to :) And if you need my India number, can ask :)
Also, please give me a list of good movies that can be found on YouTube or some fast loading site, since I forgot to download lots of movies and stuff on my comp this time before coming.
And all the people in India, give me your numbers. I of course don't mean all the people in India, only the ones I know and will be interested in talking to :) And if you need my India number, can ask :)
The BIAs of the world
11/06/2009, 8am local time
So I am at the Bengaluru International Airport (ironically also shortformed BIA) and it has just started sinking in that I am back home. And I won't be going back to Singapore for a very, very long time. I always do miss Singapore much more than I have ever missed India. I feel more at home in Singapaw maybe. Or maybe it is the place which I relate with growing up, independence, discovering who I am.
At least the transition from Singapore to India has not been a very drastic one so far by virtue of Bangalore being a relatively sane and modernised city. Not that Delhi doesn’t lay claims to being modern. But the Indian-ness of the place hits you like a blast of strong wind the moment you exit from the airport, with that huge group of people standing outside. I have never figured out whether they are actually there to receive someone or just standing there for no good reason, to add some spice to their mundane lives. Ok that was a bit mean.
Anyway, so I spent the night at CCD (which is Cafe Coffee Day for people who don't know), sleeping on the couch with one hand on the luggage, hoping no one would steal it. In the morning, I had upma, and the guy at the counter had a very amused smile on his face. I'm guessing because I slept in the place at night. In a very mischievous way he asked also “Had a good night’s rest?”
The flight yesterday was not so bad overall, despite being a sad Tiger airways plane, with a bawling (but very cute, with a fountain on her head) baby determined to show her full screaming prowess and a very irritating flying-virgin who kept troubling me all the way with jabs and pokes and stupid questions and also kept trying the poor air-hostesses’ patience. And then towards the end of the flight there was this long haired Caucasian dude who coughed for about 15 minutes as if he was puking-choking and scared the hell out of me because I think he was drunk when he got onto the plane and I was scared he had eaten some medicine or something and an incident similar to the one in PGP would repeat itself.
Kingfisher made me pay a ton of money for my excess baggage, plus they apparently have some fee for staying at the airport since apparently it is a private airport. Apparently. So almost all the Indian currency I had in my wallet is now gone. Sigh. And now what with not being able to find the India sim that sis gave me, and stupid Starhub not letting me activate roaming without having to drag a sponsor to their customer service centre, I have no internet. BIA has WiFi but you need to message them and then they gave you a password which you can use to log in for an hour. So sad.
I have also been trying to forget and forgive a few things. And am left wondering why mistakes aren’t as easy to forget as lecture notes. And realizing truly the merits of distance. A lot of distance. You think you know yourself, and then one day suddenly you do something so not you. It is unsettling. Makes you rethink your whole belief system.
Oh and I would also like to clarify that Taiwan is not a bad place. It was just my initial culture shock that made me totally anti-Cheena. But after the initial shock had worn off, it turned out to be quite a lot of fun! And the pineapple-tart-thingy was very nice! As was Muah Chee. I kinda regret not being a foodie sometimes and trying out random food stuff. Of course being vegetarian makes that a little hard. Not that I have ever regretted not being a carnivore. Food has relatively little importance in my life. It is more of a daily duty to me than a pleasure. So for the people out there who keep convincing me to try meat, well, too bad. You might as well save your breath :)
I have also realized in the past few days (ya I'm a little slow) that life is all about adjusting. Adjusting to new places, new people (and the way they speak), new cultures, and of course, to your own mistakes. And learning to live with what you do. Ok I think this sounds a bit freaky. Don't worry I didn't kill anyone :P
I still have an hour and a half before boarding starts. I want internet :(
So I am at the Bengaluru International Airport (ironically also shortformed BIA) and it has just started sinking in that I am back home. And I won't be going back to Singapore for a very, very long time. I always do miss Singapore much more than I have ever missed India. I feel more at home in Singapaw maybe. Or maybe it is the place which I relate with growing up, independence, discovering who I am.
At least the transition from Singapore to India has not been a very drastic one so far by virtue of Bangalore being a relatively sane and modernised city. Not that Delhi doesn’t lay claims to being modern. But the Indian-ness of the place hits you like a blast of strong wind the moment you exit from the airport, with that huge group of people standing outside. I have never figured out whether they are actually there to receive someone or just standing there for no good reason, to add some spice to their mundane lives. Ok that was a bit mean.
Anyway, so I spent the night at CCD (which is Cafe Coffee Day for people who don't know), sleeping on the couch with one hand on the luggage, hoping no one would steal it. In the morning, I had upma, and the guy at the counter had a very amused smile on his face. I'm guessing because I slept in the place at night. In a very mischievous way he asked also “Had a good night’s rest?”
The flight yesterday was not so bad overall, despite being a sad Tiger airways plane, with a bawling (but very cute, with a fountain on her head) baby determined to show her full screaming prowess and a very irritating flying-virgin who kept troubling me all the way with jabs and pokes and stupid questions and also kept trying the poor air-hostesses’ patience. And then towards the end of the flight there was this long haired Caucasian dude who coughed for about 15 minutes as if he was puking-choking and scared the hell out of me because I think he was drunk when he got onto the plane and I was scared he had eaten some medicine or something and an incident similar to the one in PGP would repeat itself.
Kingfisher made me pay a ton of money for my excess baggage, plus they apparently have some fee for staying at the airport since apparently it is a private airport. Apparently. So almost all the Indian currency I had in my wallet is now gone. Sigh. And now what with not being able to find the India sim that sis gave me, and stupid Starhub not letting me activate roaming without having to drag a sponsor to their customer service centre, I have no internet. BIA has WiFi but you need to message them and then they gave you a password which you can use to log in for an hour. So sad.
I have also been trying to forget and forgive a few things. And am left wondering why mistakes aren’t as easy to forget as lecture notes. And realizing truly the merits of distance. A lot of distance. You think you know yourself, and then one day suddenly you do something so not you. It is unsettling. Makes you rethink your whole belief system.
Oh and I would also like to clarify that Taiwan is not a bad place. It was just my initial culture shock that made me totally anti-Cheena. But after the initial shock had worn off, it turned out to be quite a lot of fun! And the pineapple-tart-thingy was very nice! As was Muah Chee. I kinda regret not being a foodie sometimes and trying out random food stuff. Of course being vegetarian makes that a little hard. Not that I have ever regretted not being a carnivore. Food has relatively little importance in my life. It is more of a daily duty to me than a pleasure. So for the people out there who keep convincing me to try meat, well, too bad. You might as well save your breath :)
I have also realized in the past few days (ya I'm a little slow) that life is all about adjusting. Adjusting to new places, new people (and the way they speak), new cultures, and of course, to your own mistakes. And learning to live with what you do. Ok I think this sounds a bit freaky. Don't worry I didn't kill anyone :P
I still have an hour and a half before boarding starts. I want internet :(
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