Magical TurnAbout-- Let Me Spin A Tale, A ThouSaNd LighTs, A StaGe as Grande

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

why can't we ever jus say what we want and not caring bout the impact of the words?

why is it that subtle jus neva work?

Why can't we jus leave things as simple as it is?

What if the person u judged appears to be that?

what does the word imperfection signifies?

How do we say no without hurting someone?

Why wud u apologise even when u r not in the wrong?

Why wud kind ppl become a murderer?

why is everything jus a vicious cycle of questions?

Ok, a series of questions that i m beginning to question myself.. the whens, wheres, whys and hows..well.. sometimes questions are not meant to find answers.. neither are we suppossed to find wat we wan, rite? Many times, we don get wat we really wish for, but no.. we can't be greedy.. everything's fair.. is just.. neva question wat the world gives but rather wat u give.. ur all? or jus a quarter?

ok, last tues nite went back for cca even when i hav a major exam tmr.. i m so 'clever' ah.. can't believe it.. i mean its ok.. well.. discussed bout our first productions.. act out some local scripts n all.. * and army daze is really a very, long long script..* haa.. so many acts.. jus in one single script.. but hilarious though* Our first production is around august i tink.. but well major details not out yet..
And, i wan watch forbidden city.. the theatre show.. its suppossedly a very nice show lo.. And tics r like out now.. i tink.. wa.. but sure gonna cost a bomb! Unless, i pick up a tic on the ground.. ha
Wed, marketing exam.. major one.. large thetre halls.. four cold walls enclosing.. long stretches of tables cum chairs.. thick papers.. minutes of dread.. I flipped open the paper.. good tink mcqs.. then, the real problem arises when i m faced with those questions on Starhub's marketing plans n all those stuff.. woah.. Application.. well.. i noe its normal but some of the questions really throw me off guard.. If not, locked me successfuly! But.. well.. i keep scribbling whatever that comes to my mind.. Tme's running out.. i m too long- winded.. this feels like i m being transported back to social studies exam in sec sch where every moment is as precious as gold.. or gold dust.. whatever happens to be more valuable.. Ok, n as soon as it started, it ends.. And, relief flooded all over me..

i hav a secret ambition.. a dream to be a police officer.. not jus any sercurity guard or traffic police or neighbourhood police.. i wan to be a C.I.D.. tis sound so cool.. And, from my impression their job is really fun too.. full of vigour and life.. always on the heels.. not jus sitting at some office frolicking, typing, cussing.. as what office staff always do when they r too free.. opps.. *stereotyping* no offense.. And, i like being a police from tv shjows.. i noe wat u r goin to say.. tv is diff from real life.. maybe in real life the jobs of C.I.D are jus as boring? Since the country has a relatively low crime rate... i guess its so.. but, its still fun wat.. police seem so smart too.. But, i noe i so do not meet any of the requirements.. height n weight wise.. hai.. my dream dashed...
So, i wud cinsider being a play-act police in a show.. ha.. which has a next to nothing chance oso.. haa.. So, back to square one..

p.s. wonder where i keep getting these ideas of being a police, channel 8, 9pm show is a must watch!!! really nice.. not jus the police part oso lo.. the whole show is fab..

P.P.S. opps.. i tink i hav written too much.. adios..

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