Year: 2008

MP2007

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Going through an old playlist, getting struck by two years of memories so vivid, so pertinent and visceral, they are almost tactile. I can feel them as if they have textures, textures rubbing against against my calloused fingertips. Pervasive memories like lucid dreams. Entering Lasalle and making friends with Agri. Tim – rain, white sheets and riding horses. Starbucks Liat. Painting the school at night with Hazel and Sheryl and getting busted the day after. Joe and excesses. Sheena and mister tea afternoons. Holding on to Jinesh as he goes down the other fork in our crossroads.

In case you were wondering, it is 周杰倫 (duh!)

Life hasn’t had a soundtrack lately, which is just as well. I want to forget this terrible stasis.

Much empty love!

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“Tell me how you could say such a thing,” Naoko said, staring at the ground beneath her feet. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t know already. ‘Relax your body, and the rest of you will lighten up.’ What’s the point of saying that to me? If I relaxed my body now, I’d fall apart. I’ve always lived like this, and it’s the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I’d never find my way back. I’d go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away. Why can’t you see that? How can you talk about watching over me if you can’t see that?”

-Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami

TERM BREAK

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First week away from school and I have been… unproductive – Silas in the day, frappas in the afternoon, and beers all night, talking to Adam who tells me too much fun will kill me. “If this is fun for you, you need to stop having so much of it”, sniffed Jinesh as we drove to spend a Holland Village Sunday, throwing our cares into the weekend air.

In the Marmalade Pantry he sniffs again abstrusely at my “unadventurous” taste, judging and dismissing my brownie from beyond a sticky red date toffee pudding. All this pomp and circumstance, yet I was sitting on a plastic Ikea chair (and also I don’t like cake). Sunday afternoon sullenness.

Moderation and self-discipline. What are they? How can one achieve these qualities/elevated states of being/enlightened modes of thinking?