We hit turbulence

Happy belated National Day folks! Was never a fan of it though, because it creates shit loads of unnecessary trouble (i.e. fucking sick crowds). But the fireworks are pretty...

Oh Patron

Every Sunday night I look for words to describe my weekend. Sometimes I fear they are becoming too overrated, labelled. I cannot look at the word 'weekend' normally anymore, like some sort of disease, affecting my weekends of the future with expectations, memories, big vague important words like that.

I'm just glad that the agonizing pre-exam/exam days are finally over. Had a mini celebration with the motherfucking amazing Patron that killed me, causing me to crawl home the next day at noon. In an attempt to recover the sleep debts that I've accumulated throughout the week, I frittered my entire Sunday away in bed... And I still can't get enough of it.

I hope, I think, I know

I'm facing this perpetual shortage of words. I still scribble down random phrases I want to think and write about on the trains and at coffee joints but I never seem to be able to find the scraps of paper when I have time to sit down like this, like now.

There are so many things... It would be nice and perfect if someone else could do the talking for me; a paragraph from a book that pops out or song lyrics that actually sing out, some other thing some other place except this.

But epiphany came. It did. I can finally say that I am happy at where I am right now.