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star light, star bright It’s amazing how young kids can capture our hearts. Just like how germ gave hers to cy. Organizing CLE event was tiring, carrying out even more so. But being around the kids was fun. Watching most of them play happily; getting serious about the friendly competition, working together. My group had the least people. Me, leon, zongyou, 2 girls. We came in first for station games and overall (: Zongyou was so cute haha. Kept on jiejie-ing all the way, and he even hurried me when I went to get a drink while they were at Jo’s station. Leon turned out to be quite nice; at the start I kept on hitting him when he refused to comply. Hehe. After a while it got to a point where I told him to help look after the kids for me, and he did! Haha. He did 20/40 [?] push-ups to get extra marks and finally did the butt thing at Jo’s station. At first I was thinking ah why isn’t joel here. Because with joel I could say help me get the kids into the room and he really did. Haha. Oh well. They’re so much more independent than most of us; young and playful, but they know when they have to get to doing their duties. They know how to look after themselves and others younger or around them. And of course, people like zhengqian know how to call me names and hit me on my head with balloons. Haha. I think I got along better with the guys. Most of the girls were..well, girly. And so.. breakable. It’s like, if I hit them too hard or smth they might just burst out crying. Unless they’re angie that kind. Haha. One of my favourite bloggers suddenly decided to leave the blogging scene. It’s sad. I started reading because of something, even when the reason wasn’t there anymore I continued. Because his posts were frequent, interesting, mostly grammatically correct, and full of sarcasm. I wonder if he ever found out that I was reading his blog. But even if he did, he probably still wouldn’t have any inkling of who I was. I’ll miss reading it. I wonder how much deeper an understanding one gains of you through reading your blog. I’ve seen how someone else changed over a year, from a very immature blogging style to posts with sarcastic humour, thoughts, feelings. It’s amazing how much one can change. From the start of this year, another blog changed too, the period over which thoughts deeper than most her age surfaced. Ultimately, time warrants change. It just depends on when, where and what causes the change. Responsibilities, paradigm shifts, interaction with othes. Anything can create a change, anything. I wonder how it is that some people center their worries on how people look at them, how high they go, how.. popular they are. There are people who supposedly have bigger responsibilities than most. Yet they don’t do what they have to. They worry instead about things outside of their responsibility and totally irrelevant. And they don’t place emphasis on what has to be done. And they probably care more about how others look at them than how others look at the social/whatever group they belong in. And yet there are others who are less experienced, yet willing to put in as much as they can. To live up to their own expectations, and also that of others. They attempt, they fall, and they pick themselves up. They trudge on to help others together with themselves; they don’t stop at being the only one who is good. They want the others to shine with them. Not just by themselves, not just with the select few that they pick. They don’t just care about themselves and their made-of-glass heart. We need more of these people. That was crap. Open house was quite fun. Dr tan’s my new idol! Haha. /joke. The last dazu was nice. Things change. My sis is right; the previous layout probably suits me better. Haha. Nvm, this is quite nice. I can’t tell myself, it’s been a happy year. I can’t accept the fact that all I’ve been trying to do the past months will go down the drain. Because of those few people. I can see the pooh bear I got after the 2002 concert. When the push factors are no longer there, it’s hard to continue moving. Shine. Shi-ne. 0-0 Fine, I was hoping you wouldn’t come. Rollercoaster weeks. Time’s been hard on us. I hate feeling like this. Unconditionally, 5 days. Star light, star bright. |
