+26/ the universe
We could do something right with this… make good with something out of this… how can it feel right if it seems wrong. It’s not debilitating, yet. But does it have to be? It feels wrong when it comes so easy and works out easy. It happens naturally and it’s daunting to an adverse effect. It was easy then but it’s rather effortless now. Paranoia, that’s what the nights have been. Paranoid of a good thing coming. Crystal balls duty.
On a different note, I come home after the long day(s) and barely dream anymore. I want to make summer plans in my head where they would last for infinity and the perfect weather day in and day out. Utopia only last for six hours a night though I recall nothing in the morning but a stiff back.
I spent lunar new year over fried rice and american sweet and sour chicken, and conversations. It’s different for the second year running on missing CNY, but this is just a preview of the following years to come. I made a batch of “almost” nasi goreng for Daweed today and I still am bad with estimation. If only we can have hot pot every day. Sliced beef, like Saturday’s reunion dinner with the chinese-speaking population at AU, would really be something to look forward to after an eternity of rushing between classes and meetings. I need my steak fix more than ever. I miss my dad’s oxtail soup and shepherd’s pie dish.
That, and shopping. Though I really only need jeans and shoes after contemplating on shopping for rings amongst other accessories. I believe the stores are decked in red and hearts. Dread.
I want to lay like this forever. It feels right like so many other nights over the past months. I’ll be home soon for my last trip to Singapore for a while. What about after?
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