I haven't written here for a long time.

I know.

I haven't updated my FB status properly in ages, either (o the gauges we use to measure our 21st century lives)- I used to, and often- maybe because of some desire to be heard, or some need to feel like I was marking down some form of progress...kind of like Jack and Jill. Trail of skittles in a candy forest.

But these days, everything has been happening so fast- everything and nothing, really, because that's what's been happening. I am simultaneously living some of the best days of my life at the same time I am wasting away my youth.

New favourite mind polaroid: hanging out at Sogurt with the ol' gang after lessons. Because we're too edgy to study in school and too tired to do something edgier. I don't mind, really. I've realized that I LIKE laidback- yeah, the pulse and the strum and the t-t-t-throbbing's all well and good and I still get a rush from the colour; but for the most part... I like just leaving us all on cruise mode. Sweet tongues and tired conversation and familiar faces- give me those any day.

So a backtrack of my day thus far...

Last night: phone conversation with my Di-est of Di's. which was nice, although I got tired at the end and started to drift. I love how she can talk about almost anything and everything-- and such Passion! ...kind of like the flowerchildren's answer to Winston Churchill.

Woke up at 5ish... I need to remember to get coffee. Even coffee doesn't work for me any more, now, though- which blows. I mean- this is the Worst Possible Year for caffeine to lose its effect on me. I get sleepy at 10pm now! ... i feel like I'm 8 years old again.

Met Erik and I got into the grocery cart and we wheeled around the grocery store getting breakfast/lunch/whatever, food is good at all times and generally getting in people's way but we looked happy enough for them to smile at us instead of give the usual Glare of Consternation ("young people these days!")

found a random forested hill (not quite Arcadian, but nice enough) and lay there with cherries and salmon and soda and talk of sleeping trees.

I read some of The Secret History aloud, and it lingered in the air like some sort of sylphmist...but heavier, as if with some darker weight. I still love that book, and it still gives me shivers with all its talk of dionysiac ritual and bellowing bulls and wild torches and queer college kids with eyes like hostile deer.

it's odd. Like someone said- there are days that are gorgeous in their own right, but layered on with ghosts and echoes.

I've learnt to live with the phantoms- I don't mind them. and I laugh a lot more often, and a lot more genuinely. Still, though, when I fall silent like I do sometimes and clasp my booted knees to self, eyes wandering into the distance... I wonder if he/people notice.

...thennn after missing about 5 Bus Number 75s, we finally headed to the Science Centre (attempt at Boring Date). The one place in which I can actually sort of stand science and technology shizz = the Singapore Science Centre. I played with echo tubes and headphones and pretended to drop beats like a dubstep dj and felt generally both kidlike and very cool.

Forces of Nature was also a pretty good movie and even more epik on the ginormous IMAX theatre screen-- but after about the 123098320948th shot of volcano blast + billowing smoke + lava flumes (sorry, am a History Kid, not a Geog Kid)...it started getting marginally boring and we ducked out of the cinema.

the rest, as they say, is History. ;)

In summation, Attempt At Boring Date = Fail.

and now I am absolutely exhausted! ...goodbye, Math Revision. It was nice getting to know you.

I'll be more productive tomorrow. Promise.

love, inner Singaporean.