I had an odd dream last night that teleported me 3 years back in time. Involving Bangkok and a whole musty collection of memories as if I'd dug out some hidden cardboard box from the back of my cupboard. People that mattered then, funny how they're somewhat estranged from my life right now. It's a little scary to think that within a span of three short but poignant years, things can just completely change like that. I wonder if three years down the road I'll think back to now and muse about change again. I hope things don't change much 3 years later, or at any point. I'm like that, I'm not a Who Moved My Cheese? kinda person, I'm more like, Bloody Hell, Don't You DARE Touch My Cheese, Especially Since I'm Content With This Cheese!! As you can tell I'm not much of a risk taker.

Anyway, that isn't really the point. The dream ended (I had to wake up for Math Mock!!!) with that smile. It's so vivid, and so.. nice.. that till now I don't want it erased. I lay on my bed trying to firmly and solidly etch that image into my mind and till now, I can see every crease, every fold of the skin. The dance of that little mole under your eye when you glanced at me with a slight but to me, obvious, mischievous glint in your eyes. That cheeky look you used to give me everytime we looked at each other. I remember that tinkling laughter, soft, yet never failing to give me a tingling sensation of warmth. It's a very very precious visual, and though it did not come from something real, it gives me comfort that even in the subconscious, such details are not forgotten.

Mr Yong messaged me to personally ask me to row for Round Ubin today, pairing with a new IP or DSA member. I found myself saying yes, although I was telling Chew today that I don't think I'm up for it. I mean, since he asked specially, I decided to give my assent. I guess I can't really let go of the team.. even though things have - here's that word again - CHANGED. Let this be one of my last contributions to the team since I can't row for Regatta.

Oh and I didn't watch the match. My eyes were wonky since last night, so much that I couldn't wear my lenses this morning leading to Mr Lo commenting that my glasses are the same shade as my handphone pouch. Huh?? Totally irrelevant to International History. They're still itching now though. As in, my eyes, not my glasses. Thank goodness I didn't watch it. My goddd. Losing to Crystal Palace. Ok, they had reserve team players in the squad, but that's no bloody excuse. Crystal Palace! Cripes I don't even want to think about it. *Shudder*