another week gone, another week closer to home. almost done with ground attack, yada yada. same old shit happening everyday, my life's become so monotonous its amazing how i can still survive. excitement has become something i desire, like a drug addict i've been deprived of the adrenalin rush of yester year, and yet i lay wondering in bed every night if i'm ready to handle anything that happens, anything that sets my adrenalin pumping. nothing fazes me, a bird that flew too close, a landing that was too fast. a void seems to fill me up inside, though i cant put a finger on what it exactly was.
seems like i cant get myself to divulge everything that i want to say, when i think of what i want to pen down, my mind just goes to a blank, yet when i go to bed every night, there seems to be so much i wanna tell my friends, but once i face the screen, staring at the keyboard and the stars outta my window, my mind draws a blank. which ends up with me blabbering about the standard stuff over and over.
yup, so now the 'serious' stuff ends and here i am talking about the lv cocktail party that i attended this wkend, just for singaporeans cos we're the only ones who go crazy over the boutique, and end up splashing money buying down almost the whole shop when they organise a party just for singaporeans to spend. food was amazingly exquisite, champagne was subtle yet full of flavour, and retail therapy just took the best of me and i ended up buying a wallet which i bought for 600+ bucks. looks nice and simple, minimalism at its best.
still lying in the box and the dainty bag, all tied up and pretty, a gift for myself when i leave the land of the francais, marking the end of the journey. the journey that made me realise and cherish the simplicities of life, the futilities of me struggling to hold on to the past that have died.
