Yung & Easily Freudened

When defying your body clock and generally screwing up your sleep cycles, it is important to note that YOU WILL BE ALONE IN THIS. Besides having the occasional cockroach for company, of course. It’s weird how now they give me the shivers and incite great rage that involves STOMPING, WINCING, and my brother’s RUBBER SLIPPERS, but things were way different when I was 11 and had talked myself out of being scared of them almost completely. I used to let them run over my arms and legs when they came running out after the rain at recess, and when the bell rang I’d nestle them in my palm as we lined up for prayers. Hail Mary, –tickle tickle- Mother of God, –tickle tickle-… Time makes strangers of old friends.

I’ve changed, but it’s weird to try and quantify how. Am I less defined by SA? Less fired by rigour and rhetoric? Losing the little injustices I used to fight for, the mindless work, milling constant friends, my weekly battles against the overlords who shall not be named? And one and a half years on, we are weary and impatient, tired and unfulfilled, waiting until we can sit somewhere and rest safely. Kafka y la cuccaracha.

I am a sick man. I am an angry man. I am an unattractive man. I think there is something wrong with my liver.

-Dostoyevsky’s Notes From The Underground, tellin’ a hangover like it is.

Am happy! I get to go back to the NUS library with its quaint charm and smell of peat, its grilled sandwich machines and yawning aisles of PROPER books! I will sneak around and test out my old slr and curl up on long bus rides :D Who wants to come?

Am SUCH a youtube junkie! Sorry la. I need to learn how to torrent.

Btw, it finally rained today, and it looked like this: