And he writes again

And so I'm back again, lotsa stuff rampaging through my head, dying to be noted down.

After two days and a hundred trips running up and down the stairs, I've moved into my new hall room on the 2nd storey at long last. Farewell 1-231, hola 2-229. End of the toiletmate whose peeing aftermath looks like a burst of shotgun fire, but also the start of the new toiletmate who's a fat smoking alcoholic. I dare not imagine which is worse.

I like my new setup.. A new beginning..?

The whole of last week was spent in the good company of my fellow Logs Of The FOC. Carried lots of chairs. Dumped hundreds of freshies' smelly bags. Butts absorbed thousands of bumpy bumps courtesy of sitting at the back of the lorry for 10 days. Laughed incessantly at tons of nonsenses. Number of freshies I now know from this Freshmen Orientation Camp: Zero.

Unfortunately this crappy week has been somewhat shadowed by a little troubles. The rising of the tide before the last one ebbs. Will I ride over this wave soon?

Found myself blocked from her MSN list.. I wonder and wonder why. A few more days to a year since the seeds were first laid. How swift, how unpredictable, hearts can changed.

I miss you.

And then there is this other little bugging thing. Wrong feelings, wrong time.

May you have the sweetest dreams
of shooting stars in boundless reams

What moments of turbulance yet again..