245; torn
Monday, April 2, 2007

i'm tired of not knowing. waking up every morning and asking myself where i stand in the world.

i'm tired of feeling disappointed. cause so many opportunities have been negated.

i don't know what's wrong.

because nothing seems right.

here i am, trying to mend all the loose ends of my life. but it seems like i'm just wrecking it up all over again.

i miss my nanyang friends so much it feels like a yearning. for all the laughter and memories that we shared. i cannot help but just stare into space whenever something strikes me and reminds me of the wonderful time that we had.

i treasure my anderson friends now. much better than the very first time we meet. i've great friends who i can laugh with like wenson, huiqun and many others. it is an up point for me.

however deep down, when i'm feeling low and dejected, i cannot help but wonder to whom i should really turn to. like everyone seems to be moving on, and i'm this stupid pile of sentimentality, who believes in holding on to all friendships, new and old.

enough said.

anyway, just now, talked to garet (is that the spelling) and formally introduced myself. he couldnt pronounce my name. so i told him to call me mark instead.

belinda's calling me that. so is nicole and now garet. and thomas. wow.

azri is now called mark.