you know you have achieved some sort of rhythm of life when,
packing and unpacking every friday afternoon and sunday night don't seem that hard anymore, you have your favourite dish of pasta at pastamania with your good friend and then head over to royal sporting house to oogle and gush about the cute salesguys together, you listen to power 98 on weekdays in hall, and class 95 on weekends at home, you watch The Dance Floor and get amazed at the amazing chemistry and interesting banter between Glenn Ong and The Flying Dutchman, while bitching about how Jade Seah can not make it as a host, and at the same time admiring Li Lin's biting, sarcastic comments, you cannot wait for the semester to end but at the same time not wanting it to end, feeling glad when you know you're near some sort of semblance of being hardworking and feeling good about yourself, watching Ugly Betty and being reminded of The Devil Wears Prada, wondering how people are unable to strike up a balance between being blunt and tactful when being sensitive and tactful is everything you are (or try to be) to friends, knowing that the decision you made last Sunday was not coincidental or by fate, and putting things that you know can not be changed and does not matter any more behind you, and looking only forward to what the next day brings.
i like the drama at church today, i thought it was really cool how they incorporated rnb songs ("Put your right hand up, put your left hand up...") inside and made it at once familiar and endearing. Probably Heaven... Maybe Hell. i say it's one of the best dramas from Speedlight in a long while, now. i'm really glad i actually went for service although i only slept at like 6am the night (morning?) before, and it was an interrupted sleep, what with the dong dong dong jiang outside (i've no idea wth that was lah) ...for the Lord is merciful.
and guys, no inexplicable reason for removing the tagboard lah. you know how sometimes you just wanna do something for no rhyme and reason, this is one of those times (: (there's always the comments function anyway!)
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo