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Scribbling [a] Runaway History


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Hello (:

I'm Sylvia. I enjoy the company of good friends and food.
I'm currently,
serving as a chair at Teck Ghee Youth Executive Committee;
chasing dreams at Molehill;
and doing Marketing & Public Relations at Levitate Studios.

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Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Monotonous Jokes
Monotonous morning - curled up on bed and listened to the Morning Express crew on Class 95 with little interest. Paid attention to the occasional splatter of footsteps across the roads and the roaring engines of cars as they spun off to join the morning road jam.

Attempted to dismantle my Blackberry on my bed in my half-blind state to much horror. Pieced it back together again and waited for Ebi to tuck under my comforter with me, to my dismay.

Dragged myself out of bed and opened the blinds to let some light into the room. Stood by the windows and eavesdropped on the annoying chatter of the ladies with their grocery bags boasting about their cheap bargains from the market.

Felt a slight tickle at my feet - bent down to pick up the dental floss ropes Ebi left beside me and threw it for her to fetch. Made the bed, and greeted my aunt and uncle before washing up to welcome the brand new day.

Describing the little details of my morning can be so much more interesting to write - but boring to read. Something that took 10 minutes to write can be read in less than 2 minutes.

Monotonous journey to school. Everything sounds so flat and lame. Lifeless interpretation of everything around me. Lazy reaction and replies from my idling mind. I refuse to give anything any extra thought or effort. Refuse to be active or sober today.

Relying entirely on my subconscious effort to do the things I need to do today. Eradicating all my wants and desires of the world from this moment just to experience sheer emptiness. Maybe this is just how ordinary any other ordinary life can get.

Super heroes. Beautiful fairies. Intelligent philantrophists. Jovial entertainers. Meticulous caretakers. Handsome samaritans. And every other perfect being we can ever dream of becoming.

That's the catch I suppose. If dreams are wishes your heart makes, then what are dreams your mind creates?

Far-fetched are the greatness we desire to achieve sometimes. All the crazy ideologies of perfection and precision. Materialistic desires that set our expectations so high.

Complaints. Disgrace.
Ambitions. All the craze.

People are fleeting towards a new fantasy lifestyle. Where maturity, sexuality, confidence, independence, wealth and health are all relative - to them.
The duration of a marriage, the terms of a certificate, the criteria for a soul mate, the expectations on the bed, the limitations on their freedom, the ever-changing wants from a companion.

Oh how crazy this whole thing becomes. What a topic to harp on at 19 though.

Back to ordinary - Extra ordinary.

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