1 A.M.

Up and blogging cause I can't sleep. Went to bed slightly pass 11, toss and turn and all but sleep eludes me. Mentally it's like a stand-to with hints of a dawn attack; pretty sure if someone dropped a pin, even if it was outside my room, I would have heard it.

The room I live in, the room I'll soon only have lived in.
My own corner, my own little space, and sometimes a little meeting place...

I should be sleeping easily, pretty much the whole day was spent making two trips between hall and home to bring my stuff back and it was pretty draining, all the travelling. My guitar, box of art materials, clothes, files, sometimes I wonder how I managed to have so much stuff in my room in the first place. Unloading them at home was worse, today isn't the first time I brought stuff back, so I already have stuff lying around taking up space. I dump some stuff on my table, which is kinda flooded by now (and I have yet to set up my monitor, I'll also need space for my laptop to sit WITHOUT blocking it, and I don't have the luxury of a big table like in hall) then squeeze the rest into my room (read: me, my bro, double decker bed, cupboards for clothes) without taking up too much space. Wonder how I'm going to unpack and arrange everything.

My room, physically; empty with little things remaining, a seeming abandonment compared to what it was.
My room, the memories tied to it; will they end up in the same fate?

Bball training, friendlies; getting fried at SRC one day, played by the rain the next during the hols; blue oyster movies, blue oyster suppers; opening IHG with an intense point-for-point fight for 4 quarters, push into OT only to have the match slip out of our hands, continuing fighting harder every match and come back to clinch the title...

Vball training, setting up the net with Chris/Nic and some of the other usuals, finding newspaper to absorb the "chup" after putting the pole in, trying to push the pole all the way in against a tensioned net; serving and getting everything over, serving and getting everything into the net, serving and end up doing 100+ pushups cause we served too many into the net haha...

Running in NUS, the track for track and field with Tony, Ryan and the rest, the track for intervals for road relay; the slope at PGP for hill runs for road relay, route around NUS for road relay; actual road relay: relac as road marshaller with Shan Chin lol...

Sets, from having nothing to do in the first sem, to too much to do the next; from our first tools tutorial and smelling the stench of burnt metal to building our giganormous flower and UCM; saw/screw/drill/attach/tear apart/paint while chatting/laughing and muttons to midnight in the background; boosters at night: bubble tea; working into the wee hours to move everything to UCC, fighting a storm that went away once we had our "defence" set up, working into the wee hours to move the sets back after the curtain falls and everyone else just walks away...

B Block, IBG, camo-ed ninjas for talent crime, casual bball games, one and only block supper cause I was at IHG training every other supper heh...

ECF, first meeting of the first sem = first bball IVP training with Yong Meng, never knew when they met after that; Ian said he would let me know if they were meeting, IHG stuff + NUS cell + leaders cell + p6 cell + chiong to get a good first CAP = busyy, didn't hear about meetings again and didn't find out either; second sem coming to a close and I turn up for the first time after rach mentions it, Matthew (Wan) mentions it, Ting Yu mentions it, 3 meetings or so in the end, maybe I should have joined from the start and, like my dad said, hear what people from other churches have to share...

You coming over, lunch and chrysanthemum tea, work/notes on the table and supposedly study, ownT by youtube, Isaac Slade, Jason Mraz and the millions of girls who say he will marry them soon, extended desktop across monitors as the pointer makes it way around the whole room; casper who doesn't say boo, exercise-to-increase-my-appetite Mr Winnie the pooh; come and crash, wake and go...

Tell me they won't...

0245 and I'm even more awake then when I started writing. Not good. Have to finish all my moving back home tomorrow and I'll probably be really drained after. There's also cell and service, which I hate feeling drained at, especially when I have to lead cell. But I'm glad I wrote all this, I guess blogging and being in engin has made me realize how much I miss writing...

Words, words, words...