they tore my ticket, i watched wolverine.
past midnight, at the brewerkz with schoolmates. and a cab home.
there is something nostalgic about cab rides home.
then, some three hour phone conversation. some crossroads.
i bought a new record; jars of clay, the long fall back to earth.
this swim i had; this heart rate that could've killed.
i want to grow. and i think i will.
another night at badens. old friends. and one more pint.
i burp erdinger, still.
in my bedroom the aircon leaks loud into the bin.
on this stormy night 'stardust' is nothing short of fantastic. even on a 14" laptop screen.
maybe i need a good read. or a job. or just one good day at the beach.
i will take life easy, or try at least.

its 4 in the morning. i can't get to sleep. just finished checking out steve donahue alittle.

i headed out for a run circumferencing jurong lake to the point of the turn. it was a hard run; i've never been so out of breath. i made it back to the gym. the eight pounds felt like ten. and ten like twenty. perhaps its because of the late nights. or how things have been for nearly a week. maybe i'll never be like how i used to be but i try to tell myself i will not degenerate.

i've grown scrawny during the past two semesters. limbs like twigs that stick out from the body. this summer break i will play hard. tennis, vball, sundown, gym, squash, run...

i guess we aren't caught between what we are now and what we wish or hope for from each other anymore. somehow, someway, it became something so beyond us.

what is noise? noise is what we want to believe is noise. what is an answer? an answer is what we want to believe is an answer. for prayers unanswered, we turn to flipping a couple of pages just so we can tangibly see what we want to believe is too much of a coincidence? sometimes we're so caught up with seeking answers, we just do.

i believe He speaks to us as long as we want to listen. i believe we will hear Him in His own time. there is no need even to hear or see a sign. that is my faith.

today, when the ten felt like a twenty, i want to believe that it was Him i felt.

i will not degenerate.

some way along the way, i don't know what makes me happy anymore.

i wanted to do something with the holidays. three full months. but i'm not exactly sure what.

forget super, i just want to be mortally enough.

"everything's made to be broken"

Onwards from akqa on Vimeo.

wmp: joseph arthur, in the sun.

the end of peon days. or that's what my brother call its (the end of his attachment stint). my last paper ended one day ago. this morning was the one morning i woke up and didn't have to touch my books.

last night past midnight i drove back from cindy's with a slight drizzle, lightning illuminating the crimson sky, and raindrops running up the windscreen. if it wasn't for the slight jam caused by fallen lumber on two lanes of the expressway, the drive could have been most reposeful.

i hung out at pauls place for abit this morning before head over to leonards.

i gymed. watched tv. did whatever the hell i wanted to.

i wonder what beholds.

avoiding insanity matters...

"cause worrying, is as effective as solving an algebric equation by chewing bubble gum..."

till the 22nd.