10 April 2008 1:23 PM
Walk me through with a pen and paper
I can vaguely remember being told that it was important to keep a notepad in hand wherever we go, because while we spend most of our lives bustling about, ideas would come and go in a jiffy, and it is always good to be able to capture it in a notepad.
My first attempt had failed miserably because while I had spent half the pages in my dear notepad with doodles and idle-thoughts-turned-ideas, I had left the pad somewhere and sulked like it was my life's treasure. My second attempt was similar but none too dramamtic because it was a more typical notepad with insignificant page fillers. I finally decided to forgo this because at 12, I guessed I didn't have much worth scribbling.
Older (but none the wiser), I think it's time I got myself a good notepad back in my hands because surprise surprise, i had been staring at the school computer for the past half hour while the events stampeded in my head and i couldn't form a single word. I finally decided to use the air force notepad my brother had kindly given but its 4 times too big to be handy.
I had a good thought on the train but it skipped out of my mind the moment I got off the train. The station was extremely packed; I had to focus on my walking stratergy so as to not be pushed around by big-headed office people who mould the crowd progress. Irritated, I want my license badly.
Naturally, there is much to say but due to my habitual inclination to procrastinate, you haven't heard a single thing.
Anne Frank, The Other Boleyn Girl, shopping, chalet, birthdays, last days, pay days, messy room, unkempt thoughts, friends, family, love and failures. I'll update soon, and hopefully when I get back home today sleep will not come so soon. Plus, my laptop is giving me diva attitude again - surfing the internet at home now suits a bloody sloth!
I can vaguely remember being told that it was important to keep a notepad in hand wherever we go, because while we spend most of our lives bustling about, ideas would come and go in a jiffy, and it is always good to be able to capture it in a notepad.
My first attempt had failed miserably because while I had spent half the pages in my dear notepad with doodles and idle-thoughts-turned-ideas, I had left the pad somewhere and sulked like it was my life's treasure. My second attempt was similar but none too dramamtic because it was a more typical notepad with insignificant page fillers. I finally decided to forgo this because at 12, I guessed I didn't have much worth scribbling.
Older (but none the wiser), I think it's time I got myself a good notepad back in my hands because surprise surprise, i had been staring at the school computer for the past half hour while the events stampeded in my head and i couldn't form a single word. I finally decided to use the air force notepad my brother had kindly given but its 4 times too big to be handy.
I had a good thought on the train but it skipped out of my mind the moment I got off the train. The station was extremely packed; I had to focus on my walking stratergy so as to not be pushed around by big-headed office people who mould the crowd progress. Irritated, I want my license badly.
Naturally, there is much to say but due to my habitual inclination to procrastinate, you haven't heard a single thing.
Anne Frank, The Other Boleyn Girl, shopping, chalet, birthdays, last days, pay days, messy room, unkempt thoughts, friends, family, love and failures. I'll update soon, and hopefully when I get back home today sleep will not come so soon. Plus, my laptop is giving me diva attitude again - surfing the internet at home now suits a bloody sloth!
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