having digested approximately seven hundred pages of my psychology textbook,

i declare that my brain is severely obese. ):

after one collection of sherman's lagoon, two of get fuzzy, two of foxtrot, two of pickles, three of dilbert, four of calvin & hobbes, and five of baby blues - (that was a mouthful!)

i reckon i'm all ready for exams tomorrow! :D

the best things in life come in sixes - food, laughter, warmth, friends, memories and lovely photographs! (:

there are some things friends cant do - like help you lose weight, sleep on your behalf, or sit for your exams. but for everything else, it is this friend i can count on. (:


have a blissful journey into adulthood! (:

the number of hours i spend studying a day, is directly proportionate to

1. the number of dilbert comic strips i read in between to reduce the amount of cortisol in my brain fluids


2. the number of hours i sleep every night.

i can make my time multiply itself in the face of adversity. (:

(ps: hence, i think i'll make the perfect employee for the pointy-hair boss.)

sometimes, i wish i could swap places with my shadow.

"life's too short" - thats what they said centuries ago, when people only live up to their forties or fifties.

with an average life expectancy of eighty these days, i think it is fair enough to say that life has become intolerably long, just that life's transitions and changes occur too quickly and too frequently to mislead us into thinking life is shorter than it is.

if you were to add up the length of all the lines and words that i had highlighted this semester, it would probably total up to a mile!

now the crunch time is here, and i have a mile to cover before my exams. ):

the day seems to get longer each day.

usually by mid-afternoon, i would find myself with too much time at my disposal, and restlessness would hit me like an irrepressible itch. the seat is getting too warm for comfort, i would think to myself, and take it as a signal for me to pack up and move on to wherever my instincts bring me to.

so in order to kill time, tea and books have become my weapons of choice.

i spent my evening sitting in the viewing gallery of the airport, admiring the scenic sunset and relishing in the solitude of the nightfall. the sky was clear, as if the stars and the moon has shied away from the airplane as it made a thunderous departure. my surrounding reeked of loneliness, as many strangers stood leaning against the railings and looking blankly ahead; the glass cruelly separated us from the runway below.

i began to wonder where these people came from, and what drew them to this quiet spot, only to have the question thrown back at myself. i didnt know why i was there, but i knew i was contented in my place. my anonymity allowed me to blend perfectly into the background, and protected me from any judgment.

the sight of people leaving the country pleased my senses, as much as the landing of the plane as it eased into the parking lot and came into a resolute halt. and these lucky souls, it did not bother me that i didn't know where they were going, or if they were ever coming back. after all, mobility is a privilege - staying at the same place for too long makes you grow roots that demand a constant supply of water. the ground here, is arid; and im thirsty for more adventure.

quietly, i bade the plane goodbye, as it diminished to a bright flicker in the evening sky, and disappeared out of sight.

i know how the story is going to end, but not when and where.

"(Gatsby) stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast...and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever."

- The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

is the object of your dream worthy of your motivation and power to dream? or it is just an illusion of the past/future that can never be captured or recaptured again?

"Dying is easy
life is one enormous concentration camp
that God has established here on Earth for mankind
and that man has refined yet further
as an annihilation camp for his own kith
Taking one's own life amounts to
outwitting those who stand on guard
escapting deserting those who are left behind
laughing up one's sleeve
In this big Lager of life
the neither-in-nor-out neither-forward-nor-back
in this wretched world of lives held
in suspended animation where we grow decrepit
without time moving away any further forward
this is where I learn that to rebel is
TO STAY ALIVE
The great insubordination is
for us to live our lives to the end
(...) i dont know how i should continue."

-- Liquidation, Imre Kertész

melancholy is the cold i get from this book.