These eyebags are starting to get obvious. It's like some kind of sick balance. Pimples going down, and other things start to sprout to replace and maintain the perpetual unpleasantness of my face. How comforting. I really should start sleeping earlier.

I just started to think this morning about what I want to do in uni. After a while it seemed as if all the little morons running around in my head stopped and came to a brief consensus. Stay in mechanical engineering, get a job in a automotive firm. Work with cars. Do what you love, not what works. Most people hate things like Calculus, Dynamics; the stuff that fries circuits in your brain whenever you try too hard. Too bad. I like that kind of stuff. Call it my curse. Okay, a consensus is somewhat different from a decision. So let's just say I haven't yet decided, and leave it at that.

I've started to fall in love with this marimba piece that my SL and Joachim have been playing for some time. Decided to try it out myself, and figured I liked it! 16 pages of serene rotations and an ever flowing line of mellow subtleties...



And then there's Lily Allen, whose music is always so strangely alluring. There's definitely something about a great singing voice and a British accent.



A little conversation I had with my friend Muthu on the way out of camp

Muthu : "I don't want to be mistaken for a Malay."
Me : "Yeah, I don't want to be mistaken for an Indian, though. That's a bigger insult."
Muthu (probably didn't think through what I said) : "...Yeah."
Me : "HAHAHAHA SELF OWNED!"