Monday, August 07, 2006  8:05 PM
Lazy Sundays
Lazy Sundays where we sit in the dark air-conditioned room in church reading a magazine with strained eyes while plugged onto the iPod with a personal umbrella man hovering above -
Once tomorrow comes, it'll officially put an end to lazy Sundays when we spend nine hours in church talking in broken Canto unknown to anyone else but the participants, forming clubs with convincing mottos, sharing experiences, taking pictures, laughing very unglamourously and singing by the keyboard. There'll also be less impromptu supper sessions, walks by the beach and marathon sleepovers. I'll miss those.
But the first thing I saw this morning (okay, afternoon) through my sleepy-lidded eyes was the gorgeous bloom of the gerbera from Sharon. And the radiant red petals brought an instant smile to my face. It seemed to symbolise a new beginning, a new term, a new everything. I've done so much these three and a half months of holidays - and I've grown in many aspects. Although I'm never enthused about going back to school, I suppose it's a new journey and an unknown but exciting path ahead. I'm looking forward to playing a bigger part in Crusade and in church, and also being around people I haven't seen in a long while.
That inspired me to buy a notebook for the new semester. I've decided that I should start being more organised and keep my life in track especially with all those commitments I now have. But the last time I managed to successfully keep one of these notebook things for an entire semester was six years ago. So we'll see how long this system lasts for. The other bane of my life is that I didn't end up just buying a notebook although that was the intention. I skipped home with two tops, a necklace and two pairs of earrings as well. Sigh.
I wonder when I'll stop living a life that revolves around other people's lives and their problems. Alot of the time I feel like I'm watching my life through other people's eyes, much like a third party staring through a shadowy screen. Somehow, my life remains still without many ups and downs - neither exciting nor depressing. Perhaps that's why I love conjuring stories in my imaginative mind out of nothing at all. But I wonder if that just makes me all the more wistful for something to happen.
"Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars"
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