7 Billion and everyone elbowing everyone for expression and to everyone they are the only ones alive. I know you and I know them, but in the end the only thing I know is me and sometimes not even that. In this heat and battle, how am I in any way unique? To be removed a few genes at a time from everyone is not enough.

Delirium and death, I want to be that. 

Sad, I am sad. I'm feeling homesick. the days are fast and varied but I'm still feeling kind of alone. I want meaningful people.

To be fair, this is just a mood, I'll probably be happy like mad on saturday

Trapeze

I am a trapeze artist swinging from the handle of one task to another, catching it just in the nick of time and using it to fly to another. The timing is crucial

Liver

I am feeling tired and my liver is revolting from all the eating outside and contiuous every day drinks. I know milo isn't the best detox but I don't feel like eating any food and I'm just drinking milo. I'll head down and get some fruits after this. the worst part is that I've got drinks lined up for today as well! Sob
I wanted to stay thin for India. Right now thats just a joke.
Ah, my complaining liver

More Friends

I am actually quite surprised.

I have more friends in Singapore than I gave myself credit for. I haven't been good at all or fair at all to them, considering them acquaintances. They're all being really sweet and kind and good and when even those whom I was sure I wouldn't miss become sentimental I feel all teary in bidding them goodbye.

I am actually tired.

I want to spend time curled up in a familiar room, looking up at the ceiling which is dear to me. Walking along sunlit blocks of books, shops and heritage buildings, laze and loll. Going out night after night is taking its toll on me

Bookshops

I made my way to my favourite used book store day before yesterday and told the owner of my impending move. His face fell and he was actually sad, he followed me around the store, holding the selections I periodically picked out, asking me about it and expressing how sad he'd be to go. and in the end, he didn't charge me a cent for the books though I protested long.

I was really touched. I'll miss him and his store too.

There are many many beautiful things, but are they heisenberg like?

Will they become less beautiful once I look at them?

Mental image of them waving arms and saying "Begone Shade of poisonous Visage" but you know what I mean. Pretty places and we tourist the charm away. Pretty things and we leave our breath and fingerprints over them.