i was watching the 9pm Chinese show yesterday when it suddenly hit me that i should blog or write in my diary as often as i can just for recording's sake.
cos like 60 years down the road when i'm old and forgetful, i might be afflicted with senile dementia or something, effectively wiping out my entire life's memories, both the horrible and sweet ones.
i wish dementia wouldn't be so indiscriminate in deleting my memories.
say i could control what i forget and what i don't.. that'd be marvellous!
but yeah, i'd wanna record my thoughts down now while i still can before it's too late to recall any aspect of my life.
a lot of the Chinese dramas on tv these days have these old-people type of characters suffering from some form of senile dementia.
must be the government trying to drum into us the message that we will be facing an ageing population in the near future.
i've been religiously following my drama serials on tv ever since the prelims!
and right now,
Stairway to Heaven is my must-watch every Monday and Tuesday night.
it's such a tearjerker! even the background music is prone to inducing crying fits!
and even though i know that the whole turn of events could never realistically happen to me, i feel so emotional whenever i watch it! watching while Jingshu has completely no recollection of who she herself is and who Chengjun is just fricking frustrates me. my sister and i indulge in yelling fits at the tv screen on these 2 nights of the week when we get too frustrated with the whole drama bit.
but i swear okay, the music just makes me
cry.
and seeing Chengjun cry makes me cry too.
but my sister, being the tremendously sensitive soul she is, labels him a leaking water tap.
it's math tutorial now, which means a free period for me!
i just spent my free period trying to register for UCAS, only to discover that i need to find Mr. Prince for the buzzword thing.
sigh. i'm so apprehensive about that. i'm afraid the teachers will all laugh uncontrollably at me if i tell them that i'm interested in applying to the UK. being the hugely wonderful model student i am, attaining perfect grades of straight Ds and Es.
yesyes, i'm brimming with self-confidence.
nevertheless, i'll just go look him up i guess.
i know i'll regret it for the rest of my life if i don't apply overseas just because i'm afraid that someone will laugh at my possibly unattainable dream. i think that my dream will only become truly unattainable the moment i stop believing that it's within my grasp.
