This week;
Waldo found a new home. His name changes depending on...situations.
The books I'm reading.

'Beat the Reaper' had me fixated for 3 hours straight at Lido alone today though it felt more like 15 minutes. I will mourn the moment I get to the last word of the book. & I've got high hopes for Murakami's book on what he talksaboutwhenhetalksaboutrunning. Say that 10 times fast if you're bored.

Me thinks I need a hair cut.

'You, Lord, give perfect peace to

those who keep their purpose firm

and put their trust in you.'

-Isaiah 26:3

On the train today, after a 'work-related' meeting;
Me to Lt&Kev: 'So when are we going to USS?'
Kev: 'How about we go now?'
And there was a '...' moment before a 'why not?' moment and the 'why not' moment won.

"She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime."

"He seemed for a moment able to look right into her, know her in a way that was uncluttered by actually knowing her. He seem to have no information, only a kind of photography, factless but true."

"Obviously wrong is just the beginning. That's where I always begin. At obviously wrong."

-Snippets from Loorie Moore's 'Willing'
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If I was sincere, whispered my fears, would you still be here? Driving from Hougang to the other side of the world (called Bukit Panjang) at 12am on Saturday was some kind of shiok, the kind of driving worth getting a license for. The dad and bro were amazed I did it in 30 minutes. Ol' ye of lil' faith. Overnight poker at Kathy&Jason's house was accompanied by cocktails, mixers, a very spicy belachan salmon and other snacks all courtesy of Timidthemarketspoiler. I lost my voice but gained $14 and a new appreciation for my bed. Sleep deprivation used to be easier, like a fun challenge, now it just feels cruel. And I know I rarely blog about football but goddamnit, Torres is out due to injury? It's funny though, how ManU and Chelsea are being so gracious to each other. It's like they are saying to each other 'Here you go, you can have the title,' and then 'Oh, I can't possibly take it from you. You deserve to win this season. We'll give away our lead.', every other week for the past couple of weeks. Just saying. LOL (pleasedon'thitme)

listening to; Michelle Featherstone, Tegan and Sara, Phoenix and Fiona Apple. (ipod spring cleaning ftw)

I dreamnt last night that I lost 30 over marks because I made many spelling mistakes in a test that was apparently of huge importance. Hahaha, my panic felt so real. I mean, to me, it could really happen cause I really can't spell sometimes. Maybe I do really miss studying and the anxieties I get from it. -.-

Last night. Butterfactory after watching 'Date Night' (so funneh). Impromptu and make-up less. 6 shots down. Music so loud, it made our ears ring when we stumbled out for toilet breaks. On the dance floor, with faces and figures shrouded in darkness, it was hands on waists, back to front, front to back. Aren't we worth more than this? So we shun away the unwelcomed advances and the not so discreet approaches. Familar faces and not so familar ones. The alcohol diminishes all formalities and creates moments of drunken hilarity. 3 a.m and we're exhausted, dehydrated and convinced that we've had enough of being young and 'wild' and omg, all we wanted then was a shower and a cup of ice water. How do people do this every week?

So I'm waiting for this test to end
So these lighter days can soon begin
I'll be alone but maybe more carefree
Like a kite that floats so effortlessly
I was afraid to be alone
Now I'm scared thats how I'd like to be
All these faces none the same
How can there be so many personalities
So many lifeless empty hands
So many hearts in great demand
And now my sorrow seems so far away
Until I'm taken by these bolts of pain
But I turn them off and tuck them away
'till these rainy days that make them stay
And then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs
And the words still ring, once here now gone
And they echo through my head everyday
And I dont think they'll ever go away
Just like thinking of your childhood home
But we can't go back we're on our own.

-November by Azure Ray

I have a love-hate relationship with Azure Ray. But last night, the song came on and listening to it in the dark (I've become one of those people who have to fall asleep listening to songs), I decided that I loved Azure Ray. The song said everything.

New headphone.

In The Sun

This afternoon, at Barracks Cafe.

OoOoO so many pictures to upload...tomorrow. For now, I shall just listen to She&HimVol. 2 with a grin on my face.

Hongkong charmed us with its food and street culture amongst the dirt and grime. We paid homage to the famous streets and stylomilo cute guys, because aforementioned species currently do not reside in Singapore. The weather was so darn satisfyingly cold, compared to this heat that calls for 3 showers a day. It was strange to get there by train but we got to see quite a lot of Hongkong outside the usual Mongkok area.

It's official, walking into the edge of a door is much more painful than walking into a door itself. Had lunch with Lt and Alec in town. They said I looked sick, ie; 'You look like shit', which was exactly the way I felt. My half box of tissues which I unscrupulously stuffed into my bag was empty by the time I got home. Clash of the Titans was a loud hoo-ha about nothing. Medusa made me laugh while the fact that he dealt with both the Kraken and Hades under 30 seconds was just anti-climatic. Wenyan made me feel very much less demure (sad inside story) when she had her palms over her face for some parts of the movie. It is a step up from before though, the very fact that she actually wants to catch it.

Back from the crazy land and still hearing the honks in my head. The traffic here seems tame in comparison and the air too clean. I'll post properly in due time once I get over this bout of cold I got on the last day.