"What is Lapsap? Is it a kind of dimsum?"

The past few weeks have been all sorts of ups and downs. Giving equal attention to work and working out, fun and friends, and education and learning is no tiny feat. I've grown too attached to my organiser and too reliant on chemical highs. Thank God I have wonderful people around me to help with the destressing.

Surrounding yourself with people who love you and things given by people who once loved you is a strange kind of therapy. The world is all aglow again and you suddenly feel like you're five. Though of course the riveting conversations about thrown up mee hoon and the sight of bright shiny things don't hurt terribly. Maybe it's about returning to the familiar. Being comfortable with the people you've known for years. Going back to a time when worries weren't bad because at least you had company.





You know, sometimes I think I shouldn't even be allowed to own a camera. I always leave it at home. And on the rare occasion that I do remember to bring it out with me, I'm too damn lazy to use it (it's hard juggling the camera case with the camera and the open handbag and the drink...). And when I do use it, the shot's weird or the lighting's off or my flash is too bright... And I end up with like five photos by the end of the day... And so I wait for just about a year before my friends pass me the photos from their cameras. I think I should sell my camera.

Word of the day: Like fallen leaves and fallen soldiers, they believe in a greater good.