31082010
TUESDAY
23:28
STREET 81
HAUNTED CHANGI.
i'm probably making a mistake by posting at a time like this, but i realise if i don't do it i'll never go to sleep in peace tonight.
meeting mom at 1330 Dover MRT to give blood to Sam. just realised i'm nervous beyond comment. i've never had a problem with blood, but i guess this will be my first test to see something more than a fracture. the car accident didnt count - i was across the road so i didnt really see anything.
meeting wei feng for breakfast and movie at AMK hub at 1000, wanting to watch step up 3 but it's 1500 :( also meeting Belinda at Bedok Library at 1430, gonna bring my computer and books.
currently saving up for Haunted Changi, but also trying to stop the river of memories. kind of like looking at an abandoned photo collection, but you realise halfway through with horror that you're looking at your old self. or someone else can come up with a better description of the feeling; i dont really care. the previous trips to OCH weren't scary, just that the things we saw were plain sad. it's just intriguing for me to see this film, and to think of how people's reactions to the same things can be so varied. or that some actually scoff it.
regardless, it's impossible to go back anymore with patrols and cleaners there. they want to spruce up the place but i know those who "live there" like it the way they have seen it become over the years - their own little piece of history stuck in time, on a constant day-night replay.
i remember the "owners" with an air of longing. they are like long-lost friends, so easy to talk to and never critical of life. they have had their share of it, all they want to do is to protect their own little pocket of memories. some openly preach death, some shy away from any personal aspect, and a rare number strut their life moments like a movie for all to see. they are a carefree bunch not bound by our laws, but bound to their own unfilled hearts to this place they can never leave. they are the best afternoon companions, not because they can keep secrets, but because they offer sincere solace.
long ramble about the past, i wonder if he is thinking his holiday away too. reminds me of this:
"For her house leads down to death and her paths to the spirits of the dead."PROVERBS 2:18
Deviant art has a website problem, so this picture is from Flickr. enjoy.
♥ I'VE GOT HEAVEN ON THE INSIDE OF ME.
peace and joy God has set me free.
peace and joy God has set me free.
