-deep breaths-

-exhales-

Well, I think the last 48 hours spent by me being borderline cuckoo was....um, actually I don't know what it achieved.

But I do feel better now. Anger's purged, mostly. I'm still shaking, but a cup of Milo will fix that.

Life being what it is, it won't be the last time. Just as long as I can keep it private. And in my blog, which only 0.00001% (give or take a few hundredth) of Singapore reads anyway.

Well, here's some final bits of insanity to shake loose:

boogie woogie wonkers
hope i'm not going bonkers

Right, now for that Milo.

Lush

What's the opposite of the "blues"? Whatever it is, I got it. It's infectious! I found myself shaking to Akon. Akon! What the blazes is happening to me?

I'm skipping all the way, kicking every door, laughing at anybody who looks at me funny. What a rainy day, I stepped into every puddle and got my socks wet. Whistling all the way, slapping everyone's back. Woo hoo, such a super brilliantly funny day!

This won't last long, but I'm cherishing every second.

And Heroes is 80% complete. Asfdisly awesome!

It's time to Save The World

I, um, just realised something. All the girls I've ever liked, the ones I've crushed on. They're all, in one way or another, cool people. The ones people love to hang out with, as opposed to me, a person who hangs on the fringes. Like with one of them, she's a budding photographer, and she's brilliant, she's creative, she has this amazing way of creating atmosphere and expresses herself magnificently in her self-portraits.

Do I like her because she's exactly the sort of person I would like to be? And in the meantime, I have to struggle with the feeling that I would have no chance with her. But I don't want to succumb to that feeling, because hope is a wonderful thing. The hope that I would be able to be with a woman like her. I don't want to let some stupid thing about "levels" get in my way of dating her or any other girl like her I meet later in life, if I'm lucky.

And. To think of how she's grown as a person in the 2 years I've known her, from a disheveled looking student to one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, while I've stagnated in geek purgatory, is agony.

I'm on a nostalgia fix. Just looking through my Friendster. Aah, a perfect mixture of relatives, old friends from secondary school, a few guys from poly, net friends, my more recent buddies and one or two profiles which I don't remember adding. A lot of memories. 4 years in Friendster? Hard to believe.

I prefer MySpace now, but well there you go. I just can't let Friendster go that easily. And besides, most of them are too lazy to move. Ah well.

If you guys are going to spring an April Fool's joke on me, make it good. I can always use a good laugh.

Radio 91.3's Saturday Monster Mix Music Marathon is teh sex.