It's an odd sunday morning, by nature of the fact that there really isn't any visible sun. The sky is even-coloured, and the light's just diffused through it. There was only one other day like this this year, and the only thing I remember about it was walking towards LT6 and telling cheng about my dad's company's cameras which has a function called cloudy day because the light diffuses exactly the same way the light diffuses on a cloudy day. But thats all I remember about that day.

Maybe I should remember things more. I tend to forget everything but details that strike me. I kind of wander through life, and it's about time I stopped and started taking notice of things and people around me, and not just their faces or the shape of their words and how they strike me. This morning I was in a sort of daze. I woke up, brushed my teeth, got a cup of milk and two bananas with honey, and sat down to read the papers. About an hour later, my mum comes marching up to me to tell me that I left the tap running, the milk open and outside, the banana peels on the table and dollops of honey spilt on the table with the honey bottle open.

The funny thing is, there was nothing on my mind. I was running events through my head, what I did yesterday, What I'm going to do today, What I'm going to do tomorrow, What I did right, What I did wrong- but that's what I do every morning. I've always been like this. Scatter-brained, they call it. I love that word, though. It has a lovely apathetic eccentric undertone.

So I'm going to have to focus. SNAP-focus

On another note, Doubt was great. Oh, the sets were brilliant! A little funny at times, but so incredible. But aside from the sets, I also loved the way it was done, the direction and the movement and the tiny details. I thought the actors were great, but perhaps thats just because I don't really act and I've always been in admiration of those who can. I'm not the best person to critique on acting, anyway. I vote him guilty, because I thought he hesitated too much and changed the topic on one too many occasion. Also, he seemed strangely and artificially nonchalant about the whole affair- and it struck me as being very suspicious.

After Doubt we stayed back to discuss the play, and talk about it, which always raises new perspectives. I love these things, and I always leave feeling so enriched. Then I went out for dinner with Kartik, Janessa, Shawn and Cheng at Cafe Cartel. I really like Cartel- i feel so extremely comfortable, and so at ease, and so happy. Perhaps its the memories of last december and how much all of that meant to me, and how happy it made me. Or perhaps its just the decor. the Cartel at city hall is beautiful, because of the whole city feeling. I love the city, and i love it more at night than during the day- but it was great nonetheless. I had to leave unfortunately early, and I went home in impossible fear, but once I got home it was alright. I had a really nice talk with my mother on school and friends and everything, and it only got me thinking even more about how fortunate I am to have the people I do around me. My mother, my father, my brother, my chechi, my classmates, the blaekes, everone. I use the word fortunate with reason. Because there is nothing I have done to deserve it. It isn't karma, it's luck.

This year is shaping up to be fantabulous. I think I've mentioned that before, anyhow. I'm so glad I grew up.

Something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it