came back at 2am today from the well-known place known as zouk.
the feeling of clubbing cant be explained unless you're there. it neither good nor bad. all you feel is a temporal moment of loss in this world. feeling was especially good for me, the music, atmosphere, friend's company and drinks of course! too bad we went back at 2am when the party had just started. i finally understood what it meant by 'the night is still young'.
went out with peirong at noon, for a carnival fair as well as to get qinan's 21st birthday. im so so excited to meet my lovely nady adik, and i did! i thought i was beside emma watson when i saw her. nady really resembled alot like the small and young wizard emma watson is. to me, i thought she looked so young, or perhaps i was old alr. glad i saw her boyfriend too, mr dinie. very cute guy. hope they will be happy till long long time! oh yeah, nady dont stop smiling!
went to get stuffs from her and was sad coz i saw all my beloved colleagues, esp weiting. happy she got promoted to 1st asst and she deserved it. she can go far with this positive attitude. im sure she will. mcdonald's, im gonna miss you.
last min got called by munjun, fangwei and singchen for dinner. ate at northpoint, played lan game and i was touched. singchen bought me a belated birthday cake, coz he couldnt be at my birthday bash. i was touched, made three wishes. first for world peace, second for everyone to be happy, and third for this friendship to last to the end of time.
friendship is important. its a challenge to keep it for the longest time.
today, i thought to myself, and came up with a few points. the outer beauty is only skin deep. someone with imperfections is the perfect one. everything starts anew with anything new. comparison is the biggist mistake yet to realised. everybody is good in their own way.
p.s. if i knew this much about life, i would be heartless.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
a temporal moment.
Posted by sadboi at Saturday, September 05, 2009
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