Just a sudden thought. How many times have we dug pits for ourselves to fall in?
There are so many regrets and unhappiness from the decisions we made ourselves that it's silly to lament about how life sucks.
But I guess I can't help feeling pathetic and that the life I'm living now isn't even worth being mentioned or compared to anyone poorer but richer than me. Poorer in wealth and status, but richer in life experiences.

Yes, it isn't time for such talks, since everyone's burying their heads in their work and notes, busy catching up with their schedules and expectations, and I'm supposed to follow suit. But I felt tired.
All of a sudden.
During the CIP teaching tutorial with the kids.

Tired of repeating myself umpteen times but not being understood a least bit,
tired of having to smile even though being superficial is the last thing I want to be,
tired of shaking things off my shoulders with self-delusional thoughts,
tired of deceiving myself even though the least I could do for myself was to be entirely honest instead of emptying myself of self-satisfying thoughts,
tired of this, tired of that.

I need to catch up on my SLEEP oh no, but I feel awake (not refreshed though) and my hair is still wet.

I shall drift off to a happier topic if not this blog will seem overly-gloomy. My blog shall be a happy place too for those who read this pathetic blog. Heh, I know SOME PEOPLE out there read and don't tag. Assholes. >< There's something called a site meter and mine is more advanced than those normal ones which hits will jump everytime you refresh the page hahah.

Does anyone find something to look forward to every week, even if it's a something minute and maybe even not worth-mentioning? Well, I do, and it has perked my moods really well.
Like I'll look forward to having an ice-cream from Mr Bean every Tuesday with Yushan before CIP, or having a family day out during the weekends, or playing ball every Friday, and try to think of the experience as something rare as time passes by.

Maybe it's during these times when you lack time to pursue personal interests, that you begin looking around for long-forgotten and forsaken memories, for self-consolation that you were once lucky to experience such events which may seem extraordinary compared to everyday's mundane lifestyle.

Repercussions of growing up - how and when can we ever finish measuring them?