"so think of this as time travel..."

the weeks zoom by, and details start to blur around the edges like a mishmash of flavours merging with one another on my palate, until all that remains is the lingering aroma; thankfully, it is more sweet than bitter.

1. i've always enjoyed driving (sans getting lost every other time and parallel parking under pressure), and ktv-ing along to the mp3 player has made it even more so, though i'm not so sure mr. traffic-policeman would be similarly enthused. i honestly think that there aren't many other locations (ok, easily accessible ones) where you can scream all you want without fear of public scrutiny.

2. in line with my theory that all event organisers (i.e. the unofficial "let's-go-do-this" person that exists in every peer group) share a common clock, the past weeks have seen an unusual spike in social activity. all good though, not least because the long antisocial spell a few months back seems to have precipitated in a slightly more comfortable slant in how i relate and connect with people. i venture so far as to say that the lengthy antisocial spells that i've underwent in the past years were probably a backlash from interaction-overload in hall; it's kinda like detoxing, really. at the end of the day, there is a slight difference, and perhaps we're all the better for it (or, at least this is my stand until the next wave hits).

3. contemplating whether to go vietnam with qy in dec; truth betold, the supposed getaway and allure of potential adventure don't interest me as much as the feeling that anything's better than wasting the holidays (arguably my last) away in oh-so-predictable fashion. still, i am intrigued by the possibility of getting to know qy better after all our years together, and experience seems to show, statistically, that having high expectations and strong motivations for such events set the stage for disappointment more often than not, so maybe my ambivalence isn't all that damning. for now though, KIV.

4. it's frustrating really that the act of chatting up a stranger carries so much imagined, virtual implications; all the james-"you're-beautiful"-blunt moments i've been having recently are driving me nuts, and watching "before sunrise" doesn't help when i think about how a restraining order is the most likely result in this puritan society of ours.

5. i postulate: if courtship was a football game, then having ugly features = warning from referee, being fat = yellow card, acne = sending off. you may beat big-name clubs occasionally during the league cup, but ultimately the league cup is all you can ever hope to win.

6. been clocking the last-minute act up to pretty insane levels these days, like knocking back shot after shot to see when i'll conk out flat. even as i take warped pride and glee in staying afloat (in rather decent fashion, i must say), it does seem that whilst desperation doth breed inspiration, it also cruelly incapacitates your ability to express it fittingly. tragic i say, this inability to translate the haunting melody in your head into actual notes.

Daydream delusion,
Limousine eyelash,
Oh, baby with your pretty face,
Drop a tear in my wineglass,
Look at those big eyes,
See what you mean to me,
Sweet cakes and milkshakes,
I am a delusioned angel,
I am a fantasy parade,
I want you to know what I think,
Don't want you to guess anymore,
You have no idea where I came from,
We have no idea where we're going,
Launched in life,
Like branches in the river,
Flowing downstream,
Caught in the current,
I'll carry you, you'll carry me,
That's how it could be,
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?

- "Delusion Angel", David Jewell