wahoos my second (or is it third?) all-nighter "out on the streets". the last time was at the airport in may.

yesterday night i was at commonwealth mrt when i got called to holland village by lin weilin ben. chilled till midnight and we went to weilin's hostel for more bridge.
(hmm what's up with me and my impromptu all-nighters and the game of bridge? haha!)

anyway, that was good, clean fun. really nice to see everyone doing well, owl settling into nus, ben so much more built than before, and lin's flying off soon. how sad. but a whole new world awaits her and i pray that no matter what, she'll continue to have strong faith. for her, 18 days of SG left. lin, hold firm, hold dear, and finally on 7/8 oct, let it all be gone with the wind, and soar way up high.

haha so i've been awake for 34 hours and counting, save for two 10-min power naps.
my new record. whees.

and let's just say i don't like the feeling that i get during those wee hours of the morning when rest had been void and the brain's only barely conscious. i realise that the feeling is just the same. in a bus with strangers milling and the city sounds buzzing, i hear only silence. the world is still moving, even my physical body walks the steps, moving admist people, yet, the soul, the spirit seems to have stopped somewhere. in a cab, the engine rumbles, with music filling the interior as the vehicle speeds past blurry city scapes. i hear only silence.


i need to unload a whole load of trash. i'm emotionally tired. not spent. just tired. i need a break. i need to unload those trash. i wish paul is in Sg for me to bug. it's helluva way easier to pick up the phone than to type super long emails so yeah, too bad for me i'm too lazy. oh boy, i really miss you, paul.