Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
2009-09-07 & 1:08 a.m.

I can hardly even breathe these days, let alone blog, even as I know this will be all we'll look back upon.

Living for the weekend, where the good food and even better company really is. (Changi Village, in this case)

Lepak on a mat by the sea, watching planes overhead and counting stars. Time transforms into a surrreal entity on nights like these, weaving and somersaulting and disappearing off into the twilight only to resurface at its pleasure and make you question everything you thought was real.

This probably won't make sense to anyone else, but I think this picture really encapsulates how far we've come. And yet even as so much has changed, we're still the same people doing the same things as when we first started out way back in 2007.

Almost a lifetime ago, pockets full of questions and insecurities, same picnic mat, same parts of the island, same ignorance about the world, same skies. Its almost been two years and its nice to have somebody I can trust. Nice to have somebody I don't constantly have to second guess. To be honest with. That I don't always have to build walls around. Especially when most of the time, school is just a madradrush of facades and smiling faces.

I'm always saying I hate being so public on the internet, but I'm betting no one reads this space anymore.

(By the way, I am now spokesuchscurvy on twitter in the name social connectivity, courtesy of COM201.)

Strange yoga poses and long car rides never fail me<3

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