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Because I'm lazy/sleepy/sluggish

Something that's been stuck in my head all weekend.

I bet it'll be stuck in yours too :D

3AM Musings

It felt like Christmas Eve at the office today. 

I certainly felt the giddy rush of anticipation for tomorrow's big event. Despite the fact that we were all incredibly tired and horribly sleep deprived, we were running around, happily chatting and laughing loudly as the most exciting day for our department looms near. 

It's my last day tomorrow. 

School begins on monday. 

I said before I love new things and new beginnings.

What I didn't say was that goodbyes make me cry. 

Don't expect me to make sense at this hour

It's 1AM and i'm sitting on my bed in my jammies, eating danish cookies and drinking hot cocoa. 

I imagine this will be me in a few years if I were to live on my own in a foreign city, since I can't cook for nuts. Oh. Wait. I AM living on my own in a foreign city. (BIMBOOO!)

I bumped into a girl I interviewed for a story in the train today. I almost went up to her and said hi, but then I backtracked because I realized that if we were to have a conversation, it would be something like this:

Me: Oh hi! So nice to see you here! *bounds up to her happily*

Her: Erm...hi, do I know you? *leans away slightly*

Me: Yeah, yeah! I was that girl who interviewed you that day? You know, coz I was doing this story and you were one of the people I stopped on the street? *bounces up and down*

Her: Uhhhh...huh? *takes one step away*

Me: Yeah, I know, it was pretty hard to remember the faces of everyone I talked to that day. But I remembered you because you gave one of the better answers and I've been editing my story this whole week and I've been staring at your face over and over again coz of it. So I actually know every detail of your face coz I had to play and pause your bit over and over again. *smiles and tucks hair behind ear*

Her: Erm...yeah, that's, uh...that's...um...bye! *scampers out of the train at the next stop*

So yeah. Can't imagine that would've ended well. 

My brain is tired. 

It's been hard this past week, for various reasons. 

Charmed to Meet You

I took 3 tries to get the mystery anti-bot word right. 

You know, the one that you have to type in yourself, arranged in different fonts and warped to make you think that maybe you've somehow gotten yourself intoxicated because everything looks so swirly. 

That word that you'll have to decipher before you can set up a blog in Blogspot. Yeah, that one. 

What does this mean? Am I aging prematurely? Losing my eyesight? Going bald? (I do shed my hair pretty regularly in the shower. Maybe I'm gonna get a bald spot soon.)

Incidentally, this is also my third blog (hence the title{I know, I know, it's cliche.[but I like it so leave me alone, dammit!!!]}) My previous two are still around, barely though. I was excited about them for awhile, until I lost the time/motivation to blog and they slipped into oblivion.

I like new things. I like unwrapping them, feeling their smooth, shiny, new surfaces. Admiring how they glisten in the light. This might also mean that I hate admitting that things get old - places, people, conventions, rules, friendships, relationships - all of them get old. I'd rather focus my attention on the new things that will inevitably follow the old. Like my shiny new blog :)

I notice I'm being very random. Randomness and the lack of plot structure in blogs used to be de jour until everyone started doing it coz they wanted to look cool and be all artsy and creative and boho and all that crap. Then it became something that people got cynical about and now it's almost funny when people try to do it coz they still think it's cool. Kinda like emo. Or gladiator sandals. 

I've been dreaming about old people a lot these days (No, not old as in geriatric. The other old). Old friends, old flings, old flames. I remember walking to the train station a few weeks ago and I suddenly caught a whiff of the scent of a boy I knew long, long ago. It was strangely comforting. 

See, the funny thing about liking new things is just that - you always end up surrounded by new things. There are no old pictures, no tangible trail mix of my memories. Most of them are stored in my mind's eye, locked away and occasionally manifesting through my senses. The only old thing in my bed right now is the smelly teddy bear with the deteriorating nose fuzz. I love you, tatty teddy.

It's 11:38 PM. I miss the Catholic school girls. And the Tres Marias. And Doc Ock. And the few boys here and there. And T1. And the bitches of Sheares Hall. And Fai and Choonie, who brought smiles and suppers to my half year of solitude.

New schoolyear. New (decked out) place. New fancy pens and paper. New people. New life.

It was a pleasure. Til we meet again.