Thursday, July 12, 2007
I've come to realize how this Singaporean lifestyle makes one mindlessly check off one thing after another. I.e: I've got to do my internship and do my diving trip and do my gym workouts and learn excel and meet my friends and...
not stop to think about stuff. And I know I'm not thinking about life when I realize that I log onto blogger and realize that I have nothing to blog about. Which is ever so sad. In the past, I used to mentally compose quoteworthy blogposts in my head while I went through my "life checklist", careful not to fall into "i-did-this, i-did-that" trap (though sometimes its inevitable, when i pack too much into my weekend).
And now, I find myself drifting through the routine, not really focusing, not really aiming for anything, except for some vague, random and senseless goals involving a new phone, better dance standards and .. not really anything else.
A paradox is: I find myself becoming really critical ever since I came back. Critical of certain religious practices, cynical of professional life, constantly smirking at the political/social climate (which is perhaps why I enjoyed Dim Sum Dollies IMMENSELY), but of my daily engagements, I feel absolutely nothing.
It's weird.
Am going diving in Dayang this weekend with the brothers. Hopefully it'll restore my happy "innocence", as a certain reader claims I have.
he rocked the party at 11:54 PM |
