dream chimneys

And before you know it, July rolls around once again, knocking temperamental June out of the way. There is something hopeful and depressing about July all at the same time. Hopeful, because there are still six glorious months before the next year. Depressing, because, well, six months have flown past just like that, Addamsfamily*snapsnap*. My long-awaited-for Japan trip took its own sweet time to arrive, but streaked past in a blur. My nineteenth birthday came and went, and nope, the anticipated enlightenment did not arrive and I am still as lost as ever. My university application has finally been settled, so hello there NUS for the next three or four years. First experiences, milestones, big decisions: everything seems so mild and diluted by the fluidity of time. Or maybe it is just my heart stiffening inside, like veiny leather from a lack of use. Either way, life seems underwhelming, unimpressive and un...wow when aided with the lofty view of hindsight. But during the days itself, it was a different story altogether.

( Japan 2010 )

And because it is late, and because I am tired, this entry shall end awkwardly with an excerpt from the book I'm currently reading: Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I love talk-y, ramble-y books with sentences that go on and on and on and Oskar breaks my heart every single time. Till another time!