Talked to Huiling on msn again last night. Been talking to her almost every night lately and she's another who is also really crazy about soccer! I really miss us complaining and lamenting about how England played so badly (during Euro 2004), and discussing(??) about which players are cute and what not haha. Even though we still do it on msn now, but it's just not the same. I remember us going really crazy and laughing till our stomachs hurt, all the while trying to study for block test in orchard library haha. Anyway, I thought she made an interesting comment last night. She said she doesn't read people's blogs cos she's afraid she'll get nostalgic. It's true, you know, because I know I sometimes can get quite affected by what others write. But that being said, I still cannot stop myself from reading blogs.
I somehow like to read my old entries again and reading what I wrote last time can really bring out a range of reactions. Sometimes, I would just think that what I wrote last time was so silly that I cannot help smiling haha. Sometimes, I would find what I wrote last time to be also true now and it's really interesting that I would feel the same emotions, carry out the same actions last time as I do now. I would also come across those more pensive entries which would just make me think now as I did last time. And then there would be those entries that I would look at and just wish that how I could turn back time and relive those moments again.
Today, I randomly clicked on my entries for January 2006. I really posted quite a lot of entries in that month! And it was during the time when I was still back home and about to come back here for school. I was complaining then about how unwilling I was to return and how it would be a long six months ahead. Yet before I know it, here I am, 6 months after, about to go home soon! It really feels like I have come a full circle.
I know I have been thinking a lot about home lately and I know I'm not the only one. But it's not only that. I mean I have just basically been thinking about stuff. Random stuff, some of which I have no idea why I'm thinking about. I really don't know why I am feeling this way. Perhaps I should just stop thinking about life too much and just leave everything to Him.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me