Last year as a teen!

I’m 19 as of 9.44am today, a few hours from now.

Nono, nothing about how insignificant birthdays are.

It’s the one time a year you feel good when people remember you… or at least see your name appear on Facebook’s alert screen. Still, the thought counts…

It’s just how… I don’t feel 19. I never felt I was 18, I sure as hell don’t feel 19.

I feel as whiny and childish as 16. Certainly not a lot more taller than when I was 16, but being 18/19 doesn’t really come as anything big to me. I still look awkward in office wear and people still think I’m 16…

Inside I feel old though. Sometimes (now actually), it’s getting a bit hard to motivate myself to do things. Maybe I don’t have school now so the free time just beckons my procrastination, but I just feel old. The whole life has no purpose blah blah blah doesn’t show relevance here… I’m just a bit lost in life, not suicidal mind you.

Ehhh, for now 19 is all what matters. Thanks for the birthday wishers, all who wish. I’ll remember to try to act 19

You heard me!

In light of some recent… events, I’m considering doing some proper writing.

-.- Yes… Writing. My greatest adversary ever. Rather, the adversary that comes along with it-self criticism.

I sometimes can’t bear reading my cringe-inducing works, but I do think there is beauty to come out of it. Where there is human emotion involved, there can be beauty in its expression.

So there will be no promises. No promises mind you. But I’ll do my artistic best to express some of my more… reinforced beliefs.

Like how some are of the opinion that it is okay to actively pursue an attached person- I resolve to dissect that despicable train of thought and crush it.

And perhaps comment on more current things. But we shall see. NO PROMISES.

Damn:(

I think my post got swallowed up

Vietnam post up shortly k!

Pardon me, I’m in a rush.

I’m typing this in the corner of my (3-star) hotel room, with my only connection to the Internet being the measly LAN cable found under the writing desk.

Sure I am risking my sleep time by writing out on this blog. Shouldn’t I be writing out my journal instead of blogging?

I just feel stressed now. It’s times like this I just want to write out the nonsense that is clouding out my brain and giving me a minor migrane.

So yea, I’m in Vietnam now. To be more accurate, in the Indochina hotel in some part of Hanoi.

And what’s pissing me off is that I got too many things to worry about. I got to worry about my valuables… my project work that I’ve got to do in Vietnam… the company visits… the mess my luggage is in…

I’ve gotta take one thing at a time then. Oh dearie me.

Multi-tasking while blogging

I’m currently at the underpass- the place I’ve frequented practically everyday ever since Monday, the start of my workshops for my Vietnam trip.

I’m listening to Kings of Leon, which I swear I find the lead singer’s voice incredibly awesome (I would use sexy but it’d sound too gay -.-)

Well, I’ve got lots to prepare for the trip next Tuesday. Having gotten the role of Communications Director… I got quite a bit of preparation to do. Like prepare a training session on teaching people on how to present themselves while at Vietnam? And I still got church meetings to go for and rehearsal things to settle so I don’t know how I can still be so calm-ish. I really am the king of last minute work. Last minute preparation, last minute bathing (literally at 11pm mind you), last minute sleeping and such.

Bah, I’m sure I’ll have something interesting to update soon. Maybe like what I’m gonna bring back from Vietnam or something. Definitely not a Vietnamese bride though. I hear the going price is too high these days :S

*twitch*

When I finish particularly stressful examinations, and there’s something new for me to play with (i.e. new PSP game), I get addicted. BADLY.

Thus explaining my twitching and other bodily spasms now. I’m feeling particularly mad, it’s like my thoughts decided to scramble itself up. And sleeping 4 hours the day before doesn’t help much either. Darn soccer matches.

Real update soon!

Was thinking of a haiku actually.

I had a sugar rush today. I don’t get sugar rushes often, so it’s kinda significant.

I feel very… chatty when I do get one. It’s like I want to talk about everything and anything in the world. And I stutter more? I guess pretty much how cartoons/tv depicts it. Yea.

But it has kinda run out now, very much due to me doing my revision work at night. A lot of thinking and staring involved with my work. A lot of major concentration, major headaches and I think I’m getting double vision now. But whatever, exams are breathing down my neck and I’m waiting to get at it. GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH. WITH GOOD RESULTS. AT LEAST TO GO SMU. WOO.

Uhhuh. I guess the coffee hasn’t run out yet.

I see forth many dark nights.

But many are the work of necessities.

So in preparation I chill,

And try not to thaw out thoughts of you.

Eugh ugh

Headache. Pain. Irritation. Exam soon. EUGH.

-.-

I want to bid goodbye,

To your turmoil, pointlessness and unproductivity.

I’ve said it not once but thrice,

But this time I say it with meaning:

I don’t want to care (about you) anymore.

Sadded.

My plans to watch ‘Up’ got screwed over (no surprise really). Anybody wanna watch it with me?