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procrastination doesn't sit very well with blogging, so i have to contend with the bitch known as backlogging now. a month on, and i've effectively cheated academic death and hence completed the prescribed singaporean education phase, set foot on formosa-the-fabled-land-of-chiobus-ninja-vans-and-炸鸡排, and finally relocated to buangkok after a three-month incubation. the new room is still cluttered with way too much for-old-times'-sake stuff (i guess i did inherit some characteristics of my dad after all), but *brace yourself* i'm lovin it, for the new room is great (which is ironic considering the size, but nevermind).

whilst the army's everything-in-everything-out fetish had prepped us beforehand, unpacking way too much stuff into way too little space is taxing, which provides the convenient excuse for this entry to be but a teaser for a more complete backlog in the presumably-near future. leafing through the extensive memoribilia that i've managed to hoard did expectedly excite the predictable emotions; the degree, and range of these emotions, however, was quite unexpected. in between the buried wounds and glowing milestones the sting of an imagined better existence in times long past is sometimes difficult to swallow, even though (or is it especially because?) spectres of guilt and regret tend to feature strongly. for now i disregard all the living-in-the-past-is-unhealthy rational babble, if only for tonight, and smile with moistened eyes in humility and gratitude for the persistence and sheer power of memory.