Hold My Hand As I'm Lowered

We spent Kevin's last day as a civilian at Johor after we had lunch at the Rail Mall in the afternoon. I had to head back home for my passport cause we didn't plan it.

At Baskin&Robbins. They were having a 'show us something pink and receive a 1-1 scoop promotion'. Lt looked at me and realised I wasn't going to be of any help. Luckily she was wearing a rainbow-striped shirt which happened to have pink stripes. It's official, rainbow-striped shirts have actual purpose.

Kevin was dissecting a certain passage of words from a certain someone for a certain someone else. hah

Making a trip down to JB should only be done if you're really bored, broke or if you feel a need to fill up your passport pages with stamps. In other words, well, you should get what I mean. Cheap food can only lure you so many times to a place.

Intergalactic Travel And Dumplings

What I've been reading for the month of July.
& a new notebook for less than a buck from a street vendor in Guangzhou. A notebook can go a long way on a bad day.

O and Guangzhou was fine. I ate tons of street dumplings and spent hours walking around the streets and malls alone. I'm pretty good at pretending I'm fearless now.

Jason's 21st Party

At the start before we lost sobriety.

We actually sang the birthday song 4 times cause the mood striked us? (What kinda mood is that though? LOL)

My liver has not felt this challenged since my 18th birthday. I think it officially hates me now, and with good reason too. I need to learn to reject people when they ask to down shots together. Dry heaving is not a good sensation and I basically took the better part of the next afternoon to regain basic motor skills. As if having my head just spurned upside down the night before (or what felt like it) wasn't good enough, I caught 'Inception' the following night. I had to focus really hard cause I wanted to get my mind messed-up proper and it did in the best possible way.

Bitter At The World Rant #4643

I've got an ongoing feud with public transportation. Why it has a thing against me, I've got no clue. I've fallen down chasing a bus, been fined $20 for not paying enough bus fare by $0.50, and was scolded by a cab driver for not telling him I didn't have small change. I've also waited close to an hour for a cab and when I tried calling for one, I was told there were no cabs in my area after waiting for another 10 minutes. This has all made me Angry At The World on numerous occasions and given me reason to think I'm jinxed when it comes to public transportation. What I realised after all of this...mishaps, (I mean there has to be a lesson somewhere in all this nonsense right?), was that things only got better when I was in a Silent, Smothering Rage. It was as if the Public Transportation 'God' could sense I was finally angry and went 'Okay people, she's angry now so we should steer clear of her and give her what she wants.' Gah. So kids, remember, get angry first before anything bad could happen to you so people would think first before trying to piss you off and cheat you of your emotions/money/virginity. (Kidding about the last part of course.)

This Indie Shit Is Way Legit

I just updated my iTunes. Waddup! Somehow, I'm feeling very pleased with myself.

Cause The Passion Is Real

I love the World Cup. I even love the crude,coarse and slightly violent person I become while watching the matches. Ah dang it, I'll miss it when its gone.

Dinner at Oriole last night with Wy&Jo was frustrating due to the lack of taste but funny cause it's dinner with them. I was driven to such dizziness by my flu, lack of sleep and 12 hours of work that I turned in the wrong direction twice, in 313. Both of them could hardly believe it.
At Forever 21, we saw the dress we thought was perfect for Lt.

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Sunday night's dinner at 'The French Stall' with the Dad and Bro was the last meal I could taste.


At Ze French Stall!

My darling souffle.

"Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox in America--that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement. This is how it seemed to young George Webber, who was never so assured of his purpose as when he was going somewhere on a train. And he never had the sense of home so much as when he felt that he was going there. It was only when he got there that his homelessness began."

- by Thomas Wolfe, "You Can't Go Home Again

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The same feeling resonates in me everytime I come back from a trip, short or long,

You Used To Have All The Answers

Last Tuesday, it was Skinny Pizza for dinner before spending the night over at Trixia's house playing silly games and watching a not-so-silly game between Portugal and Spain.

I was genuinely terrified.

A final bow before the night ends. (Actually we were pretending to be geishas. Blame the alcohol.)

The first one of us leaves and this departure makes 3 years seem like nothing. But it was really more than that. It was dysfunctional, frustrating, hysterical, difficult and all kinds of funny. How our group ever worked out shall always remain a mystery. I will (albeit grudgingly) miss this gang of misfits.