I was very much tempted to do up another post because I was bored. Extremely bored and I refrained from talking to people online lest I get angry at them. So, to waste time, I am typing extremely s-l-o-w-l-y.
I thought out another possible career for yours truly when I was scanning through gettyimages for some real appropriate photos. Some nice ones but it seems like my keywords all wrong. Maybe I should be a part time photographer, I thought. So come tomorrow (which is approximately half an hour later), I'd go everywhere armed with my camera. Training you know.
And then my brain flashed back this little folded piece of memory during PCCG. Pastoral care and guidance. I am elaborating as much as I can, and typing as s-l-o-w-l-y as I can as well, because I can't sleep (I slept most of today) and I don't have the mood to do work. Ok, so Mdm Ilyana was telling us to write our short and long term goals. And Agnes was saying: I know Zhi Xin has many long term goals. Yes I have, had, and will have.
Let's see, what about the brief craze about going to Dubai. But the first which sparked off this whole line of crazy ideas was me opening a jellybean shop. I was going on and on about opening a jellybean shop in Orchard. Then, I wanted to move to Dubai. Then, I wanted to be a chef. That doesn't cook chinese food. Chinese food really takes a lot of preparation don't you think. Non-chinese food is art. And then there was this brief 2 day crazy about Greece. I have no idea why Greece. But Greece it is. Then yesterday on the train we were discussing about careers.
Me: I think I wanna go to art school.
Cherie: Why do you wanna go to art school?
Me: No idea.
I think it went something like that. I mean, that's the gist yeah. I don't know, my future seems to be decided on what I like to do. And something that I've decided: I will not bungee jump in my life. And walking home yesterday I thought I might enrol into SealSports for half a year and go around facilitating secondary schools' camp. Fun fun. But it occurred to me that I'd have to learn life-saving and all. Nothing on earth comes easy. But I think I'd switch from job to job very fast. I get bored pretty easily. But I don't know.
Ah, I just defined myself. I hate defining myself. It's like telling others what they should think of me, and now how they actually do think of me. I'm difficult to define. So are you. And you and you and you and you. My mind is warped. I'm in a funny mood tonight.
And I'm still typing extremely s-l-o-w-l-y.
Only 45 people online now. Normally there are like 20-30 more. Maybe everyone' having such a Good Friday they are out partying. Happy Good Friday. Ok, it's 46 now. Happy Good Friday to you too. Someone offer salvation, anyone? Now only 44 people online. Ok, I can spend the whole night here informing you about my MSN social life statistics. But I won't bore you out. I'm too kind. But I'm reluctant to end this post and click on the "Publish Post" orangy button. It'll mean the end of some good self-entertainment. But I can't think of another topic. So I'll just say what flashed past my mind in this few minutes and end this post.
2C chalet last year. Track. DHS volleyball court. Changi airport. Frankenstein book on my bed. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank.
It was/is blank for about a minute. And will be for quite long. I guess nothing comes out if you think that you need to think of something.
Goodnight. I am extremely bored, and have nothing to do. *Clicks on Publish Post orangy button*.
