'i can't communicate the way i feel to him, she thought, but i probably don't need to anyway. He's not going to ask me a lot of questions, and he's not going to tell me about himself. You can tell he doesn't like hearing or making confessions. Who knew there were still people like that in this world, though? Everybody wants to talk about themselves, and everybody wants to hear everybody else's story, so we take turns playing reporter and celebrity. It must have made you very sad when your own father raped you - can you describe some of your feelings at that time? Yes, i wept and wept, wondering why something like this had to happen to me.

It's like that. Everyone's running around comparing wounds, like bodybuilders showing off their muscles. And what's really unbelievable is that they really believe they can heal the wounds like that, just putting them on display.'

Sanada Chiaki, from 'Piercing'

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is now the time to do all the things you want,

(while you are young and reckless and able-bodied)

or is now the time to do all the things you should,

so you can have the money/time/luxury to do the stuff you want later?

it's all about delayed gratification-

i remember that lecture and video playing in the back of my mind-

are you the kid that wants the sweet, like now,

or can you wait to get a bigger, nicer, fatter sweet later?

(in any case you might no longer be alive when 'later' comes)

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i once sent a girl home.

i don't know if it's a very guy-like thing to do (is it?)

but i felt like doing it and it felt like it would be nice,

and i wanted to protect her and keep her safe,

so i did it anyway.

i walk Q home all the time-

It's also mostly because she stays kind of near-ish to me,

but i like the feeling-

of sending someone home,

and also, knowing that someone is sent home by/with me.

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i finished "Piercing' and i'm in the void (before anything can stirr my interest to start reading again) so i decided to go borrow 'in the miso soup'. That is not on loan at the bishan library. That was the original intention when i smsed Q to ask her if she wanted to eat dinner together (since that was along the way), but she said she was too tired, and that we could still take the train back together, which we did.

By the time we got off at the stop, Q had changed her mind (in all her great fickle-minded glory; she attributes this to her astrological sign all the time, which i have my doubts about) and we decided to eat together instead. Then we went to get some avocado milkshake (not the one with gula melaka :( ) and then spontaneously since we had already started talking and built up the momentum i walked her back and we talked for eons at the bus stop below her place and i must have missed like 5? 13s or something.

and i still did not borrow my book.

does that happen to you sometimes?

losing track of your original goal/intention.

this is nothing big/serious, but still,

i guess i can be pretty fickle at times, too.