a conversation between tenghong and i in digital imaging class on friday.

tenghong: eh. real-life ah.
me: huh? i thought it was realsimple?
tenghong: oh ya.
me: i wanted to get you one when i was at holland v. but i dont know whether you still want it.
tenghong: you go to holland v alot ah? is it the magazine stand at the corner?
me: yea. i like holland v. i am hoping to see someone there.
tenghong: who do you wanna see?
me: err..
tenghong: pete! pete!
me(in disgust): why do i want to see sam (sam is pete. mr peter noah sam)? he lives there?
tenghong: no. he lives in east coast.
me: duh!

hahas. its really funny. i like mr lim. if i ever teach, i want to be like him. i wanna be like a lot of people.
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i think i am not good enough. hahs. but i really like holland v. for some reasons. when i was at holland v, i thought of the old man. and stuff. did you know my photo, as in a picture of me, got stolen from the darkroom before. hahahs. someone out there either
1/ likes me.
2/ detests me or
3/ threw again the pic by mistake.
i was talking to him, and he was, heys, someone likes you. i guess hes being kind. cos i told him someone probably likes him. after walking him to the mrt, i went to singapore river for a walk. its kinda silly. really silly.

after the camp, i feel that its hard for me to be alone. hmm.. i constantly need companion. my desired kind of companion is like my grandfather. he doesnt really talk to me, but i enjoy him sitting next to me. i like it when he talks too, at least he doesnt need a reply. i am not intelligent to give replies a lot of time. i am the kind who needs you to answer a whole lot when i ask a question. because i wont have anything intelligent to say anyway. so you need to be the one talking. but talking aint communicating. thats why i like quietness in some sense. like grandpa and me. grandma is different. grandma is chatty and vivacious. i laugh a lot with grandma. grandpa is really quiet. he doesnt talk unless he thinks he should. i think they really make a nice couple, after three years of courtship. i think grandpa likes the past. i asked him about how he knew grandma and all, and he was just describing how he feels that the courtship is too short, but they are married for fifty three years already. wow. i dont even think i can live that long. my grandparents rock!

i think i really like sitting at the busstop. watching stuff goes by. i was sitting at the busstop today. i like it. i was trying to be sad. as in, feel my sad character in my book. tomorrow i will be arrogant. hahas. its quite hard i think. oh well. i guess thats why i dont like to draw sad stuff, i try very hard to feel my character, then i become sad. hahas.

i watched a dvd today. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. did i get that right? anyways, i like the concept in the movie. erasing part of your memory. but its scary. there are many things that i would like out of me. but those are the things that make me grow up, even the childish stuff. like now. i'll keep them i think. because they are so precious. they make me, well, me.

i made coffee. i usually hate coffee. they make my stomach hurt. and i am not that for coffee actually. its the sugar in the coffee. but today, theres more coffee than sugar, and strangely, oddly, whatever, i enjoyed my coffee alot. like, its making me want to drink more coffee though i dont like the feeling in the stomach after that.

i feel oddly strange today.
nevermind. i am going to draw soon.
when i can bring myself to go offline.