it feels surreal, being here. but it feels so right at the same time. it feels like i'm floating and i think this may be because as i sit here, i'm thinking of the way i'll feel when i look back in 5 yrs and remember how i sat here. then it becomes too abstract to be real.

:: Garden State soundtrack


the other day, someone asked: if you had to give up your sight or your sense of hearing, which would it be? hearing of course, was the unanimous response. "how hard life would be if i wasn't able to see. pple born with sight will not be able to cope without it. at least i can get used to being deaf, but not blind."

sight, i said. i'd rather lose my sight. i could never live in a silent world. let alone one without music. no no no no. no no they can't take that away from me.


right now i don't have time to sit and watch the ducks duck and the shake-your-tail-feathers bird shake its tail feathers. i don't have time to sit on those vintage benches and close my eyes and take in the world through my nose and ears. i have no time to sit at the arts blk and watch the peacocks and the peahens and their little chick peas. i have no time to seek out a cheap shisha place and puff my brains out. i have no time to do the jigsaw puzzle i brought over and i have no time to roll around on the quad or sit under the tree and sketch me some hope for this rusty artist.

i wonder what winter will be like here. will i be bundled up like a siao long bao, with my skin threatening to break open and let my babi babatness spill out? will i feel exactly the way i'm feeling now? feeling like i'm at home, but missing home. i'm not bored at all and i suspect tt it's because i don't have time to think bout being bored. there's so much to do. banyak banyak. beaucoup beaucoup. many many things. i need to find time to do nothing.