Q

If that was really you.

It was strange. Strange to have felt almost nothing but so much at the same time. As if I were of two separate times, one still remembering what it was like and the other relieved because I don’t need – or even want – this anymore.

What struck me was the way I recognized you. I guess when someone was so much a part of your life once you identify them not by sight but almost by this sensory field radar-esque thing. Odd, I know, but true.

So odd in fact that I somehow still doubt it was really you and felt a little silly turning around to get a better look and all at once there was this weird, weird feeling as if I were in a car with those tinted windows and everyone else can’t see what I’m looking at; like you were in an enclosure – or maybe I was.

Anyway, in retrospect – the fact that it was so surreal made me realize how much has happened in between. I’ve learnt so much, done so much, met so many other people and although I can’t really understand the logical link in this I am suddenly grateful for where I am today and everything that happened.

SO.

I’m trying to get my homework done, and have so far done ONE unseen essay for literature. Which I must say left me languishing in such a thorough sense of accomplishment I forgot I still have a long, long way to go. Things to do: stop stuffing my face together with the mugsclub and/or sleeping all my time away.

Baking/cooking/eating at Xin’s yesterday and today was so blah I can list my schedule in a couple of lines:

wake
eat
sleep
wake
go out
eat
tuition
eat
sleep

WOW. JUST WOW. But secretly I’m loving this life.

:-)