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... at your destination, navigation complete.

First off, GPS always ended about 50-100 meters from where the destination actually WAS. Which can be fine, but it's not if you're looking for a specific house in a neighborhood with dozens of lanes and side lanes. It's like, almost good enough but NOT QUITE.

So I'm in the UK now. Was completely lost for the first week or so, and probably spent way too much money. Oh well... I've drawn up a budget for the rest of it so hopefully I'll be fine. The first week is basically nothing important besides settling in. Apparently how they induct freshman into university/into halls is by offering a party every single night. I only went to like 3 outta 7 (?) so far, which is just as well since I'm really not THAT heavy of a partygoer and quite frankly 2 out of 3 of them have been... well not that great. So if you ever get to Manchester, so far I'd recommend the Pure club. That was really nice.

One thing that I notice in clubs thats different from Malaysian clubs. The absolute THRONG of people who are just dying to get a drink and, I'm guessing, get drunk. Seriously, you walk in and you cannot even see the bar. They're crazy. You have to shove through that mess to even order something. I liked it in Malaysia where it wasn't so insane? I reckon everyone who wanted a drink still got it there anyways, right?

Other than that, if you're still at home with the family, ENJOY IT! I fell sick earlier this week (along with... just about everyone except this one girl who rarely goes out) and damn. It was hell waking up feeling like shit, knowing I had a class to go to, then I still needed to do my laundry and buy something/cook it for food later. The good news is I had Friday off so I managed to take a nap of epic proportions and still get all my stuff done. I managed to eat by convincing my flatmate to let me 'learn' how to cook by watching her cook, then eating that. I think that'll only work a few more times though.

Queen's Song (part 3)

It's 5:04 AM. I haven't slept all night. I'll sleep on the bus.

I just ate my sahur. That’s what we call our breakfast at this unbelievably early hour, before the dawn comes to signal the beginning of the day’s fast.

“The thing with insomnia is you’re never really asleep. You’re never really awake either.”

Ever notice how the sound of the clock seems to sharpen at night? Of course. It’s all I could hear for ages. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

No internet. This sentence does indeed, deserve it’s own paragraph. (Whoops)

I was going to go into a tirade against romantic comedies. Predictable, feel good bull. Start off with a bunch of laughs, then try and tug at your heart for an ‘aww’ moment. But I changed my mind. I watched a bunch of depressing, confusing, deep shit recently. I could use a romantic comedy. The Ugly Truth, I think that means you’re up next. Katherine Heigl beats Sandra Bullock anyway. Maybe I still got that thing for blondes. (…Yeah)

Some things I realized in the past day’s moments of meditation (in between being harassed by my cousin):

I should be more considerate. My cousin’s five years old. What’s my excuse?

I believe in God. (This should be a sparker) Regardless, I know who I turn to when I feel like I really need it (among others). This thing that there’s not even any logical proof of.

Up is an amazing movie. Where did they find the people who made that shit seriously? It honestly feel like they handpicked some of the best and made them all work on that movie. Fitting of my mood currently (listening to Grover Washington. Jr - In the Name of Love), the notes of the chorus in Married Life from Up are almost enchanting.

I have one more week on this peninsula. A lot of people are staying. So it’s like a bye for now (depending on whether or not they let the Singaporean folk out once in a while?) , not a farewell. I’ll probably enjoy myself in the UK, just like I did here after feeling down about leaving Texas.

I suppose, then, life really does move on.

It’s 5:18 AM. I promise myself not to edit this when I move back into sane-land. i.e. Kuala Lumpur. It’ll serve as a ridiculous reminder.

Finally, Tekken can go screw itself. That being said, I’ll still go and get my ass beat to get better at it because it is fun. Unlike Halo, where getting beat is boring because Halo is a bullshit game where it takes like a thousand rounds to kill someone.

My bus leaves in 4 hours. But that’s Malaysian time. So it could be like 6 hours real time.

Thanks for reading the stuff I slobber onto the page.

“Dude, your mouth is like a black hole… where ideas get sucked in and die.”

It’s 5:25 AM.