there arrives a moment, when my words seem to catch the chill and hang frozen in midair; their unwitting poignancy so sharp it catches me by surprise, as if watching foreign lips utter profound sermons that minister only to me. and while the world totters on, i grind to a halt and ponder, realising that my life is rather priviliged after all.

kai's parents exercising noose-rein again, but i believe that the current tightening will only loosen the cords in future. and even if not, it's something i've promised to live with. i can scarcely believe it's more than 6 months. and tomorrow, i return to where it all began in the first place: kai's house. where i foolhardily expressed my heart. that sleepless night pacing around. and vernie there to offer silent comfort. relived in a few hours time.

there comes a point in everyone's life when they realise that grades don't matter. not just saying it out of habit/anti-establishment sentiments/etc. but that deep reverberation that declares: THERE ARE GREATER TREASURES IN LIFE. perhaps that voice is tellingly absent in the Singapore psyche, or would it be too callous to generalise people of a nation with a mishmash culture? regardless, when that moment sinks into the mind, it either transforms you towards a renewed meaning in life, or forces a reinjection of social anaesthesia. sorrowfully, the response of often the latter.

why am i being so pretensiously philosophical today? i have decided that copious use of imran-language will make me look intelligent, like Larry from The Iceman Cometh. humanity and the tragic flaw. hm.