there's no greater love.

four. more. days.

nine- eleven and me.

read time magazine in the middle of the night, trying my best to burn my papers with the midnight oil. angsty, gritty, irritable--- anyway, the 9/11 issue was really something.
lyzbeth glick best's interview; please read it. it's the most relate-able and hence saddest story ever. it just tore out part of my heart. the people of 9/11, there were like normal people, like us just american. living real lives. having real families and the events that happened on that day. it really took a lot out of them.
and previously, i secretly felt that the americans shouldn't really dig up the past ever so often. it's unfair that the middle-easterns would naturally have a bad image, stereotypes exist in this world.
nonetheless, wow, i don't understand times articles like more than half the time, but this one really gave me a new vantage point on things.

anyway, happy sept 14th.

Gravity like a lunar landing

can't keep away because i'm weak like that.

things i wish to do:

1. be more grateful to my friends who have kept me sane and. just, sane.
2. no jealousy. thing is, i don't even technically know you yet everything you do affects me. is this weird???? why am i acting in such weird ways? it's like everything you do is a shotgun to my heart. yeah. i must have been knocked out of my senses somehow.

actually the above point makes me confused is all.
other than that, one more 24 hours separates me from the first day of promos. hows far we've ventured into  2011 already. and i still can remember orientation and further back.

studied at church yesterday with b, j at sea avenue and it was really good because it was a quiet air-conditioned place and it feels like home because church feels homey- somehow. hopefully we survive promos together. only want the best for them :( and first time eating at that wanton mee stall even though i've passed it countless times in my life. like, literally countless times and i think it's been there since the 1980s or something. thanks furt thanks eliz thanks andrew.

p o s t  p r o m o s .
/hope.

beats.

already thinking of post- promos. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. zero concentrate. pulpy orange juice.}
neo-prints, paige, xy, tennis, life life life life life life.

FEW MORE DAYS.
/survive.
everything you do. it makes me smile.
:(

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEN ABIGAIL

i wouldn't have as much fun with any other cedarian. thanks to luck for having you there during the og times to make it happy and memorable. we certainly been through a lot. loving the laughs we share with like everyone we meet love the class love your occasional blonde epic momentz.

picture spam, more with our class plz hehe love you 

HAPPY SEVENTEETH!!!!!!!

x-ray kakjgiowjigj (machine sounds)

the doctor's way of telling me my legs are a-okay:
close to five-hour waiting time at the different blocks at sgh.
doctor losing my x-ray images so dad had to walk quite a bit to retrieve hard copy, etc.
but grateful that he wasted so much time with me at the hospital and sacrificed work for it.

waiting is never good for the soul. like i'd rather wait five hours in tokyo disneyland for the jurassic park ride on a cold winter day on a weekend. which is true.
anyhow,
but this experience kinda motivates me to want to do good for society. albeit it being disgustingly noble-like and probability zero. i must have the will. which i don't, right now. disappointing myself.

okay i'm blogging so often at the wrong time it scares me.

onward, friends.
can't give up now.
okay, hiatus. <- which makes it official.