no problem fuzzy i love you too! pls try and check out the organisation i sent you for the nepal thing k cos i need to start planning summer break.
HOY why does it take one month for my pineapple tarts to reach me but less than a week for all my packages to reach you guys??? i think i was too kiasu about stamps or something.
life is good now, not easy, but interesting at the least. somehow it feels that all the world is in accord with my efforts to have a more engaging, rounded semester, dashing color when it's ripe for brilliance, stimulating even in the tedium of schoolwork.
there was coldplay, where we were upgraded to floor seats in a sold out crowd and we never got to sit down cos everyone was so high with anthemic grooving music and spectacular light displays and basically a very good band playing their hearts out to us.
then the almost surreal experience of lying on the grass outside moffitt library with someone i've always felt strangely comfortable with and whom i thought had disappeared from my life, strangely cos we're coming from such different backgrounds, and listening to her fears and just catching up confirmed the fundamental chasm in where we come from and my amazement at being able to relate to someone from an almost alien culture.
a few good meals and movies with another girl i admire a lot for her drive in life and appreciate for her interest in history hehe i like history buffs! jennifer seems like a typical asian american gunning for business school next yr and law school for graduate work, but she has that passion for history apart from the pragmatism cultivated by the needs of her family that she's pursuing, and that perhaps amazes me more than her strong determination to excel despite circumstances. i'm biased toward historians lah.
my com service experience is evolving; i feel more teacherish than volunteerish, more helping than hindering. finally got my model un application going blab blab it's 2am and i'm rambling. excessively sorry.
essentially trying to go beyond superficial relationships, be it with people or work or life in general. the tunes of nina simone are lashing me on to strive for deeper involvement, to rise from the dead. i swore 2 years ago never to slip back into a genial cruising through life after feeling so alive, albeit from you know what with rage and fear. now that life's getting back under control, i cannot be numb as i was for so many years.
you guys are a constant reminder of what i'll be missing out on if i were dead again. thanks guys.