Sometimes I really hate having to pack my bags.
I hate the idea that my life can fit into 46kg of mass in reinforced nylon.
Not including carry-on.

I'm just sitting in the middle of my room, with all my things strewn across the floor, hoping the bags will pack themselves. I hear there's a Harry Potter spell for this, unfortunately Rollie can't remember what it is. I don't have a wand anyway. Heh.

Then there's the issue of sneaking in bak kwa and pork floss into America. I thought about hiding them with my shoes instead of clothes, in case my shirts looked suspiciously stiff. But I realised that shoes don't provide sufficient camouflage or coverage la. I will build a fake base for my suitcase one day and become a legit smuggler of pork slices. Hoho.

Oh well. Can't wait till I get back. I wonder if I'll get any pleasant surprises at the airport tomorrow.

I've always been a fan of the notion of the life-changing moment.
And I think the memories that you replay in your mind days,weeks,months,years after... That's a pretty good indication that those are THE moments.
But alas, I've haven't really had THE moments when your life changes. More like 'You know there was one time... (at band camp? HAHA NO OH GOD NO.)'
Okay the American Pie reference just totally killed the pensive mood but well -

Continuing -
Friday's fashion show, Wardroblings. I don't think I'll ever forget that day. If only because it was so traumatic. I've never been yelled at so much in my life, and had to take it all meekly.

The show itself went well. Everyone showed up eventually, they knew where to walk (although HOW to walk is an entirely different issue altogether), people came and loved it (mostly), there was champagne... I think that pretty much covers everything. Yup.

Behind the scenes though, it was a totally different story.

From 12-4 I was in a perpetual frenzied state because people refused to show up for rehearsal and there were 3 different shows that the choreographer wanted to go through. We pretty much fucked up his entire rehearsal plan. Normally I would be very chill about this, because it's not my problem. My jobscope for the day was just make sure the outfits are in order, and nothing goes missing... Right. Well the outfits were in orer and nothing went missing, so right on there. The other problems would have been none of my concern if not for the fact that I was part of the crew, and the first one there for the choreographer to scream at. So since he had decided that I was in charge, I took charge. Only problem was that I had almost no information on what was happening. I had to find out, and I had to find out by 20 minutes ago. STRESS.

Having taken hold of the reins I would have loved to hand them over the moment some of the actual organizers arrived, but it's hard to just toss the reins of wild angry and possibly rabied running horses (do horses get rabies?) over to someone else just like that. Especially if you're not quite sure if they can control the situation... Hmm.

I officially handed the kancheong-ness over to Dee once she arrived. I know you're reading this so - you go girl. If there was anyone I knew would catch the reins of rabied horses, it would be you. That's a total compliment, btw. GOOD HANDS. HAHA.

But as with all difficult periods of life (or day, in this case) you say this ONE THING - it was a learning experience. Way to find the silver lining, Max! You're so clever.

Lesson learnt?
Somewhere in my life, somehow, I have become responsible. Even when it's not my responsibility, I owe it to someone else to be their stand-in. How absolutely horrible. I will now never be able to enjoy a single moment of my life, because I will be worrying about someone else's problems. I need to ditch all my friends right now, lose all attachments to the material world, and live in a cave. Possibly shave my head. Then die alone, but free.

Damn, even I can't tell if I'm being sarcastic.

I had like 3 paragraphs after this but I realised I was rambling and going nowhere with my musings.

So I guess all I have left to say is this:

You know there was this one time...

... my friend organized this fashion show and I was helping out. I was really proud of her, but I was really proud of me too.

wowowee i am BORED at home...

headache
mindless tv
comfy couch
life is good...enough...

waiting for 10pm
gonna join the guys at timbre
bro'in out yeea.
oh god i'm such a boy.

mom's coming home
was supposed to cook
me, that is
but since i'm the only one at home
mom's gonna BUY food
poo. where's the fun in that.

yes, i have been cooking.
relatively decent too if i may add
true, part of it was all from packets and pre-mixes
but still, there was actual fire involved!
(no microwave, i swear!)
PLUS i've overcome my fear of frying veggies
i think i can handle anything now
yeeeap.
definitely.

i love line breaks.