i've just changed my layout. this one feels right, mellow but friendly. i so dearly wish to travel to those places i've read about or heard in songs, seen in films...places with names which conjure images of lazy days soaked in surreal juice, sounds that bleed into you...san diego, massachusatts...san francisco... yes i've been reading, douglas coupland. picked him up at the library and he's got me hooked. the drawl, the exactness. playing gilmore girls soundtrack over and over again...must be the overdose at MY's hostel, three seasons at one go. rory at yale. somehow i feel some feelings i shouldnt' be feeling. my years at uni seem to fly past and i've not really made the most of my oppotunities. somehow the show is one of few that capture my feelings and current apprehensions and thoughts, as with Slyvia Plath's diary.

today i had dinner at MY's house, then we zipped over to siglap for waffles at gelare. it's a nice area cos like my old place in thomson, there are no hdb flats in sight. just big trees, low leveled housing with friendly pavements. bourgeosie sentiments?