a dot is a line that ran away...

this line is probably as cliché as it sounds: "a dot is a line that ran away" but heys thats true :)

i think its really meaningful lol. stupid as it sounds, yes, i do think it's meaningful. it amazes me how different things can look from a different perspective (yes, that still amazes me) cos i find that i get caught up in the whirlwind of life so often that i seldom remember to take the time to look around. to see whats going on, to see whats different... hai. i feel so guilty now. so caught up in my own life that i dont see the others. yixin is sad. so sad.

tdy in sch, some classmates asked me: yixin are u still sick? why today so quiet? not like you leh!
and i thought.. urm.. does that mean im normally very noisy? :S i guess it does. but.. the questions unknowingly made me smile.. :) it feels warm somehow when u noe that there are people around who arent that close to you bt yet can feel a certain difference when i do things tt are .. "not usually what i do".. does that mean i matter in their life? maybe. maybe not. idk. but i guess it does show that somewhere somehow, ppl actually took a certain amount of notice at me. :S somehow. sometime.. somewhere along the way.. :)

wad happened a week ago has got me thinking.. about the people in my life. about how if my life were a circle, some people were tangents, and others had two real roots.. and some others.. well, subsets, i guess :) or maybe intersections :) and yea.. was thinking about all those people who touched my life at some point in time, who went in and out of my life, and those who were always a part of my life, have always been, and always will be..

im always grateful for all of them. all the people who were there (at some point in time) in/out/somewhere in my life. cos they always taught me something.. always taught me stuff tt i needed to know about in life. i learnt from their gd points, frm their mistakes, frm their speech, their actions.. everything i guess. i try to, anyways.

those who let me down, who betrayed me, who lied to me, who insulted me, who ... *sudden shots of horribly scary memories* ... *forget it* ... hai... anyways *decidedly cheerful* yeah. everyone. these people made me fall. they tripped me over so id fall flat on my face right smack in the mud. but it was they, too, who let me have the chance to learn to stand up again i guess. cos, if i dont fall, ill nvr learn to stand up after a fall. now, im caked in mud and dirt. but hopefully, soon, very very soon, i'll be able to shake of all that dried up mud and look cleaner and fresher and be more ready for the next person who tries to make me fall.

yixin has always been using clichéd expressions :S boos.


this sentence has been stuck in my brain the whole day... 寂静的美好 ...
hai.. hw can i forget? hw can i forget how beautiful the quiet night is? how quietly beautiful, how beautifully quiet it is? lying on the grass.. the dewy dewy grass.. staring into the sky, just staring into the beautifully starlit night sky.. so dark, yet so bright with the stars.. nth but the sound of the insects in the far-off distance.. yes i do remember. the beauty of it all.. i miss it so much. even though i can only enjoy a couple of hours each night. but those 10 nights were the best nights of my life.. yes, even the documenting :) i can still taste that sweet air.. the cool, sweet air.. i can taste it even as i type it.. hai. i miss khao yai.. but even more, i miss dek rak pha. hai..
(suddenly thinks of Deaw Dai Cliff in Khao Yai.. the beauty of the sun beating down on the life at Deaw Dai...)
(i even dream of dek rak pha sometimes loool)

*deep sighs*

yes, i miss dek rak pha. and all the people i was there with. all the P.s.. the team members, mr. menon's jokes (hungarians, bulgarians.. my cushion.. and yes, even the way he pokes fun of my surname) hai. my best memories of nj? probably :) that and all the time spent with my friends :) a01! hehx. cow/bull.. geog free periods.. hai. all the library gate-watching :D lol. they still bring a smile to my face everytime i think about it. and yes, those horrendous math tutorials with ms. shoulder pad. and gp tuts with d teacher. n horrible yr1 lit paper8 (practical criticism) tuts :S brrrrs. and who can forget dear dear dear mr. whitby??? fabulous fabulous yr2 paper8 lessons with mr. whitby. unforgettable and definitely off-the-charts memorable. :D *prophetic finger* :)
yes. i miss whitby. and all those lessons with him. hai. *those memories...*