This is the week, I lived it like I have a hundred more.

The problem with being caught up with the 'finality' of things, you start to regret not doing more of this and that, you reminisce before you've even left. You miss out just being.

So I lived this final week 13, like I still have another semester left. I went out, went to school. Ate good food, ate school food. I studied, did last minute work. Took dozens of photos, looked a places I would have taken photos.

YingLing.Cherie.Rome.

Juan.Nails.Shoe.

Bear.Laksa.emobrand.

tkmummy.Biz.Rats.

Gown.Review.Sushi.

Cameras.ohsixers.smiles.laughter.

红豆冰.ahniuface.awesomecherie.

Helen.Rings.Food.

Awesome week everybody.

And now it's time for something new.

Hell Week

1. I guess I'm lucky enough that I really only have one hell week this final semester.
2. Already began on Sat, with the terrible flu. Left with only the running nose to deal with.
3. First job interview was a panel interview. COMPLETELY unprepared, but it could have been worse. I think. oh whatever, at least I won't be as nervous at other interviews.
4. At least I got to meet up with XH for an awesome lunch!
5. ESSAYS. Deadlines hanging over my head.
6. Can't wait for week13, more plans to hang out rather than study.
7. Exams are the last thing on my mind right now. Funny.
8. Japan trip shaping up! EXCITINGS
9. Using the iPhone. Not as user friendly as everyone things. Kept pressing the wrong keys.
10. But am now super connected in terms of tweet tweet and fb. LOL. Ms Chan and I, we be super fast in replying.
11. Seeing Hock's europe photos on fb makes me miss europe so so so much.
12. It's not just the sights and sounds, but the travelling and the journey. So much to see and learn.

Don't waste words.

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

- The Quiet World, Jeffrey McDaniel –