Voila, la deuxième tentative.

This might be my last blogpost while still 25. I turn 26 next month. And seeing how fast time’s going by these days, it’s pretty likely that’s what’s going to happen.

Again, I have a 4 week deadline to my 10,000 word dissertation, so I’m updating this blog. ha. no sweat. I’m going to start on it, like, right after I finish this post, in the next 12 minutes. (because it’ll be 16:00 then). mhmmm.

So what do I say? what do i update about? so much has happened. And yet. I feel strangely the same.

So again, we’ll go with the word linkages: choosing own music (to life), mipod, barbeques for burmarelief.org, rare sunny sundays, the magic of red buses and public transportation, good meals, cooking meals, hanging out clothes in the sun to dry (after 9 months! they smell and feel different from coming out of the dryer), finally submitting to paying for, and thus getting to eat reasonably good M’sian food, sempoerna’s, fragility, fleetingness, foxes and birds, windows and sunlight, scents - smells - ringing/alarm tones, nostalgia, acceptance, fuck-yous! to fashion and the weather, carpe-diem-ing, moments of bliss, cuddling under covers and sprawling across a queen sized bed all stretched out with no one to share space with, naps, vivid dreams that donate answers to worries, laissez-faire-ness, cajoling, merry-making, crying, understanding, holding, hugging, being swung in the air, water, bridges, wasting time, being thankful.