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It's 6 am. If I was a sane person I would be mumbling curses at the alarm clock as it wakes me from the stupor of sleep. If I was a sane person I would not be up writing this post. Quite clearly, I am not sane. Instead of the much needed siesta which I should have been taking, I was toiling through the night trying to complete tagalog homework. I am pumping myself full of caffiene later on. Also, I am most dissapointed that I could not find the translation for "vagina" in the english-tagalog dictionaries that I used. *shrugs*

This post will now veer so off tangent that your head will spin. Ready?

Gong Xi Fa Cai Kung Hei Fat Choi. According to the lunar calendar, it is now the year of the dog. Hurrah. No ang baos or bak kwa for me. Not so hurrah. The lunar new year somewhat highlights a significant difference between Here and There. Multi-culturism actually works doesn't it? The Chinese in Singapore celebrate the Chinese New Year with friends of other races. Over here, the Chinese of the previous generations have developed a "us vs. them" attitude which keep celebrations rather exclusive.

Except when CNY is being financially exploited. Of course.

Hang on to your hats I'm gonna drift this post into the post title <initial-d-esque tire squeal>

I was riding shotgun in a car with a couple of classmates. They get to talking about the condition of her father, recent heart attack survivor. I keep my mouth shut. I don't like the subject of death. That and I never really seem close to my dad anyway.

Yeah.

Later that same evening and I'm with my family having dinner at my aunt's place. Jokes are shared, food enjoyed. You know, family stuff. The context is something depressing. We're there because my grandfather has cancer.

Yeah.

I'll continue this post later, I need to prepare for school now.

I have a penchant for posting at late nights. So sue me. The never sleeping thing has been commented on by neighbours. Damn you. Maybe I should just turn off the lights but then again wise men on the internets have spouted wisdom along the lines of "Sleep is for teh weak". So I survived Christmas. I think. It is vaguely disturbing that I have turned into a hallmark-ism but what got me out of the funk I was in was the Christmas family reunion. On an unrelated note, my fingers have Tourette's syndrome. Typing "funk" yielded the word "fuck" instead (I did it again). Christmas still seemed to have a special kind of desperation though. Just my observation of people who were out on Christmas morning. Maybe that was just my interpretation of their hope though. Still, I didn't feel much of the purported joy that laces the air in Christmas much like the smell of urine on the streets here. I must be the only person in the world who can be a Grinch past Christmas. I'm supposed to be getting depressed about New Year damnit. Ah well, let's write it off to procastination. Speaking of the new year, the World Pyro Olympics are being held here. Much much much fireworks.

It is officially christmas now. I am posting this at 2:42 am so uhhh. Yeah. I never sleep.

I really do not feel the christmas spirit this year. Just something ineffable. Irunno. Can't pinpoint it.

Anyway, merry christmas k? Still thinking about going back to Singapore next year. Damnit I want to but no one will be around. Damn NS. Collateral damage right there.

I fart in your general direction.

This post is really going nowhere. I guess I'm just trying to stave off this feeling of emptiness. Angst angst angst angst.

K thnx bye.

Listen to her plotting hands. They weave silent dreams, painting the canvas in morose brown tones. Her smile echoes down empty hallways deserted by midnight. Three, the number of times her brushstrokes enslave my eyes. Twice I drown myself. There is only once to recall the promise a heart unsatisfied.

I almost posted that in vocabulary notebook. It has no place there, I guess this space is adequate for it.

I clean out my room and then I come across an article about how getting rid of your junk can make you happy. I can safely attest to that with anecdotal evidence! I was quite amazed at how much paper I had accumulated over a year and a half. Found some interesting things underneath the detritus of my life too.

The story of my recent life in ID cards:

Also found this slightly embarassing partly written letter that was supposed to be adressed to Thomas when I left Singapore. Forgive the gayz0r dude, I was emotional. I also have no freaking idea what the rest of the letter was supposed to say so I guess it will be one of those great unresolved mysteries of life. I was also going to write something for all of my friends but uhm, eh, didn't pan out. I am way too lazy, even in the face of sorrow.

Last night's chat with the #L^P mofos was fun, even if it did lead to Edi's gf Kaori having err gay fanfic fantasies about us. Yes, it was much much much disturbing. Also my deepest sympathies to Edison. Maxtor fucking sucks man.

It has also come to my attention that indeed, this month is National Novel Writing Month or if you are into ridiculous abbreviations, NaNoWriMo. Jeez. That thing looks like a preteen raped a word with spastic caps. Anyhoo, while the endeavour of writing a novel in its entirety in one month seems like an interesting challenge it holds little interest for me.

What is much much much much more interesting however is a parallel event being held by Websnark. NaDruWriNi or in the language of the sane, (inter)National Drunk Writing Night. A night that will surely be marked by splendid debauchery when various people around the globe load up their word processors and then proceed to get loaded up, maaan, on their alcomahol of their choice! I surely will be looking forward to the fruits of their drunken labour. Too bad I can't really take part. Sounds like a fun excuse to get drunk.

In final fun stuffs over the intarweb, drawing 700 hoboes. I'm taking part in it. Also this smexy pirate picture which I have inexplicably opened in my browser.