another ramble at you.

in my years in mg, i've had friends who have had to leave to study abroad. instantly, the first thing that would come to my mind would be it's going to be hard to stay close. New friends, new life for them, while we're stuck here doing the same thing, they're gonna get caught up and forget about us friends here.

Now I look back and realise that thought, that belief, is hardly true. At least in my case, and i assume, chessy's case too. It's really hard you know, new life, the new friends bit. I think it's a bit hard to get that caught up. Everyone in singapore had to see 2 friends leave (or maybe one), but hey, we had to say goodbye to everything. i hate this feeling you know.

I think so much about home and what my friends are doing. it sucks to know that things are still happening (obviously) despite your absence! it really does. all my friends are having fun with each other, for some a bit too much, and chess and i, blessed as we are to have each other, only have each other. good friends are hard to come by so fast, when you spent years forging close friendships with people you had to leave behind. sometimes being the youngest really means you just dont think on the same wavelengths too.

It's so hard to keep in contact with friends because they have their own lives without us. with impossible schedules, sometimes i want to, but they're just too busy.

So next time someone leaves, don't immediately think that you're going to drift because they are going to get caught up etc. etc. :) sometimes that's just not the case...

this is not a bitter entry, minus the part in baby font. HAHAHHAAA. this is just a sad entry. but i'm laughing now because of the part in baby font. hahaha.

its such an irony how things work here. you know how for most, time passes the quickest in school where you have no time to think about much because so much is happening, and when you're home, you start being flooded with thoughts and such. For me, i am not so lucky! school passes by soooo slowwwly, and school is where i think the most. i start feeling really sad thinking about many things to the ramble and drone of the various teachers. no offense, they are really nice people, but sometimes lessons get boring. at home, i think a bit less, but really it's classtime that is the most emotionally torturous. i hate thinking so much because it's incredibly unhealthy because i'm nearly obsessing, but i can't help it. i feel so helpless where i am.

it's really funny to see the smokers in class anxious to leave class. when the teacher starts going overtime a little bit, they start getting jumpy and anxious knowing they only have 10 mins to chug in one cigarette. the minute the teacher is done, they sprint out. sigh... deena, my classmate, says the cigarettes probably smell especially awful because they are cheap cigarettes. student smokers here=cheap cigarettes.