Lately it feels I need this.

No doubt I am enjoying going to bed when I'm tired, and waking up when I feel like it,
(this is the greatest form of rest to me) but it's been feeling like there's waves around me and I got to swim harder. There's things to do but there's no urgency.

The silly graduation gown hanging in my room (why they deliver so early??), and the little remorse I feel when I order KFC student meal, and dee! (one sharp painful dee, no more gentle double ones), only remind me that's it, TP has opened its window and threw me into the deep blue sea.

It's exciting.
When phone calls come, when opportunities chance upon me so much my jaw drops at them. When letters in the mail are not merely bills, and can make me happy for quite long a time.

Then it's time to figure out what's really next.

Things come and slip away. Takes time for my horribly idealistic mind to realise that sometimes, no matter how hard I try, there are things that I cannot do, and that trying isn't enough. That letting go and emptying my hands allow for better blessings to come, and my hands won't be too full that I can't reach out and grab them.

Now I sit stumped on a tree stump.

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In 2005, during Singapore's first design festival, I went about, gasped at H55's awesome "half-printed" T-shirt designs, ffurious studio where I first learned about lomo cams, : Phunk's decade of decadence exhibition... (eh, how come I don't rmb anything abt Asylum HAHAHA)...

and now 5 years later,
Sunday Times has been featuring them one by one, week after week.
It's still them.

Aiyoh.
how, like that.