urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:differense Charmaine Han Charmaine Han 2006-05-16T14:05:11Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:differense:777 2006-05-16T14:05:11Z 2006-05-16T14:05:11Z [I'm doing this because the idea of having a Beginning (of this blog) that recollects the Ended Past seems like a very amusing thing to do.]<br /><br />I am remembering what it was like at the start of this year.<br /><br />This chunk of nostalgia takes root upon the yellow, varnished - and very dead - stage amidst dusty burgundy (in a similar setting I lay my last memories of secondary school), separate from and incongruent with the sweaty, dirt-green game of frisbee in the Hall (where I tripped into Orientation in JC). Watching familiar faces scrunch up focus, watching familiar backs leap in action and hunch in anticipation, disbelieving, all the time, how constant those small, ever-moving figures have become.<br /><br />I've always prided myself on being socially adaptable and obliging, but SixOh presented me with a challenge. They were people I feared at first, didn't trust to make "the best years of my life", didn't think I could grow to like so soon. Faces too strange, then. <br /><br />The strange, tall tanned boy with singularly single eyelids who put his arm around my shoulder on the very first day, whom I now know and stand by as Waihong. <br />The aloof girl in white who asked most bluntly for my number, and corrected everyone's pronunciation of her name (can't blame her!), in whom I've found an endearing confidante - Siobhan. <br />The boy whose hand I held tightly as we tried our hardest to climb the treacherous soapy slide fixed up for Orientation, the Nicest, now egging me to finish my bit of our group assignment - Geordie. <br />The Nanyang girl I couldn't place in memory, who held her head high, the one now synonymous with Sweet - mq. <br />The person I walked to the National Library with, whom I kept referring to as Zichong (and he didn't correct me!)- until the REAL Zichong fixed me - now Seng, who pretends to serenade me in the name of fun each day.<br />Billy - the tall athelete I noticed only for his sheer resemblance to my neighbour, the Admired, and the Can't-Get-Too-Much-Of. <br />Christopher, the first guy in class I danced with - and never saw again, for he skipped the rest of Orientation (maybe I was too bad at it) - now the key player of his frisbee team, almost teleporting to where action blossoms. Jinquan - the one I was initially unconfidant of talking to, now discovered to be a most satisfying conversationalist. <br /><br />(I must admit Gaby's an anomaly: the open, frank, cheerful face, that still is the open, frank, cheerful face. &lt;3) <br /><br />And many many more.<br /><br />I had my first impressions revisited, aquaintance reworked, relationships reconstructed. <br /><br />"I like the class." I grinned at my companion who had been silent for the while. She returned it, patting her knees in the way of a comforted feline. <br />But a slightly unsettling feeling told me I couldn't be sure if that sentence articulated the pregnancy of the silence, or tried to fill it. I was remembering the shove he gave me on the frisbee grounds, the distaste I had for some of her actions, and hers, how hard it was -and still is- to talk to him, and the disappointment I was to him. <br /><br />I watched one figure mark the other, two white and black shoes tracing the other frisky pair in a seeming tango that didn't need the rest. And I wonder, just what <i>is</i> there for me to like, in this amalgamation of little worlds in none I am a citizen of? <br /><br />What is there <i>not</i> to like? <br /><p></p><br /><i>a completely pointless entry. :P</i><br /><br /><font color="grey">If you're visiting, leave a comment please, so I can gauge the readership of this new, and un-publicized place for the time being. (: thank you </font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:differense:431 2006-05-14T01:23:35Z 2006-05-14T01:23:35Z I've finally let the social forces of the lj wave get to me - here I am, out of my decade-outdated (or so some claim) diaryland space. It began with needing an account for posting on the KI class' community blog (which I still haven't done), then toggling around with the various functions - IT expeditions I would have never taken upon myself (and now sorely regret) if it weren't for that obsessive-compulsive streak that refuses to allow my cyberspaces to be dominated by ugly default generators - and now, actually posting, to view my journal in Complete. I'm ready to admit that the Slippery Slope actually works. <br /><br />This is but, however, Another Place for everything else. My loyalty - and less official reason: my lack of html expertise (think of all the code editing!) - prevents me from defecting just yet. 4 years of Resistance simply cannot decamp without a Revolution.