it's been a few days into 2006 already! actually, 7 days to be exact.
but the days have flown by so quickly.
i think it's cos i have things to do every single day.
which is quite good, actually. cos if i'm idle at home with too much time on my hands, my mind tends to wander and tire itself out with strange thoughts.
phew. finally. i
finally finished writing the article about the Kovan Hub thing for the newsletter.
it was dragging for so long that i got damn agitated whenever i thought about it waiting for me.
Carol just told me the other day that i was supposed to ask Cheryl to write an article about the 30th of December's dinner.
i was like. WHAT? since when??
sigh. so now looks like i'm stuck with writing that too.
i haven't written anything in ages and ages, and it seems that my brain has gotten a little rusty.
sucks to me.
i was thinking the other day..
it only seems like a few months ago when i first got into jc.
the memories are so clearly etched in my mind still.
but then, when i see my sister happily going to school, talking about her orientation, her subjects and her new classmates, i'm rudely reminded of the fact that my own orientation took place 2 years ago.
2 years. and yet it seems like a few months have elapsed since then only.
it's so weird, how my sense of real time has clouded over in my memory.
and when i cast my mind back to the Kelly of 2 years ago, i see the same girl feeling the same things as the Kelly of the present.
looking the same, talking the same, dressing the same.
it's as if i haven't grown up at all.
but i know that can't be it because 2 years cannot just fly by without significantly affecting the life of a person.
and i know that the last 2 years have wrought the most changes in me.
only that the changes are deep within me. the changes can't really be seen by anyone else.
subtle changes like a slight difference to the way i view my life, and yet great enough to leave a significant print in the sands of my life.
great enough to dictate the way i live my life.
to shape my thoughts and mould my actions.
it's strange, though, isn't it?
how no one can really see the changes. even myself.
i only notice the differences when i sit and think, reflecting on what i've done and said.
it's strange, isn't it?
