..For the gazillionth time.


And it's that time of the month again when I feel like buying stories and words and the imaginations of others I could never think up of on my own.

This is my eating pattern, at the moment.

*Chews chew chews*

"Bwahhahahhahanrghghg , I can't taste anything!!"

.....friggin torture, to be hungry and not being able to taste anything.

Xabi Alonso

Torres

...In a sea of red, grown men never sang more willingly.

We are going to Nihon! The land of sleeping on mats, radical toilets, bowls of noodles to be finish in 3 minutes, ugly clothes made awesome, bullet trains, nearly alive sushi and best of all, pokemon and naruto!

Liting, Mikhail and I cheered several times during the space of 6 hours last night/this morning after booking our tickets. Mik's enthusiasm is enough to tide the rest of us over for the length of wait that is to come.

Stayover indian poker style was fun, cept for the part where Jason hijacked my bed with tactics Liting and I were unable to beat. Now I'm unfunctionable again with a full day's worth of plans.

While other groups have a healthy build-up of stress and general panic-ness, our group goes from barely conscious in class to flat out the-world-is-going-to-be-annihilated-by-a-flying-space-rock panic mode in 12 hours flat. Why do we always do this to ourselves?

Now everything sounds sweeter

And so our time has passed but we'll both be more than fine. I'm finally free to let go and let live. Good luck and god bless.

"There are times when life calls for a change, a transition, like the seasons. Our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn. And now all of a sudden, it's cold, so cold that everything is freezing over. Our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise. But if you fall asleep in the snow, you don't feel death coming."

Current state of mind, current frame of life.

Cuffed pants and soft toys with changeable hair. Scrabble afternoons, scrabble nights. My oversized grandfather cardigan with 4 different colors and 5 different patterns. Old camera strap. Late nights out on school nights. Yeahyeahyeahs on replay in the morning. Runelords and Tolstoy. Sleeping in lectures with ears wide open. Blue extensions turned purple then red and now pink. Chipped red nails.

Why isn't there a way back?

Most of the time, being myself just isn't enough. I have to be someone who likes phone conversations, someone who naturally resumes the role of a leader, someone who smiles when it's needed though you don't feel like it. Basically, things that don't matter to you, matters to someone else and there's nothing much left to say 'cept to do it.

This week, this month, this semester, this year feels like a let down. The difference is, I've grown impervious to most of them, to a certain degree. But yesterday, standing amidst the crowd in the train, I suddenly felt hollowed out, like there's a huge gap where emotions used to reside, but now nothing stays there. It's empty noise, empty matter.

I need to be less caught up with myself and just luv it al, luv it al, luv it allllllllllllllllll.

Epic

'Final set' took on a different meaning. It meant Roddick hanging on and Roddick once again, upsetting Federer and Roddick making Federer's record breaking win all the more deserving, all the more memorable. My sleep deprieved body cried through the last hour but who can let go of a match like that once you've watched it?

AYG has ended for me. I'm now well-acquainted with smashes, aces, rallies, blocks, crossfires, the collective cries of a crowd, the desperate lunges and the firm thud of the ball against the ground. Now sporting a pseudo-tan, and the urge to do absolutely nothing, it's back to school.

I’ve burnt off the top of my nose for approximately 600 very anal and carefully thought out phrases and words. The plate Singapore is on must have been drifting swiftly to the equator right this afternoon cause it was bloody hot. My nerves will be made of diamondnite after the next 4 days, hopefully my heart too. ha ha ha
On an even funnier note, Jeremy wrote 'The hoe-down on Singapore's performance at AYG' for his article headline. He thanked me profusely when I changed it to the low down before it appeared on the website, which I guess was the invisible word in his head all this while.