I like the word Ache. It doesn't just mean pain. It sounds like pain. And also... it is dull, throbbing and prolonged. Not sharp enough to make you scream. Not enough reason to bend over and cry. But enough to always sit at the back of your mind, at the tip of your tongue, on the brink of tears.

This week, I went to a place that made me ache. And then there are people who make me ache. (Everybody collects regrets. I have neatly lined albums which I frequently flip through to admire and recollect.)

Since I last blogged:
1) The policy of "no choice" has been adopted regarding French.

2) The paper I spent 5 hours on got an A-.
I'm ambivalent. It's good for 5 hours of work. I'm kinda relieved because I was expecting a B+.

(I have just about had it with this "you write well" comment! It depresses me a little. What does that mean? If the first thing you can say about my essay is that I write well, that must mean it was pretty damn shitty right?

Also don't know how this plays out with the intention to take U Town writing module next sem.)

3) I have thrown the LAST twenty dollars into photocopying for this semester.

4) Xiang said "My CAP is a helmet".
Which got me thinking. IF my CAP was a kind of head-wear, what would it be?...

I know right, I'm too stressed.

MUGGING BECOMES ME. again.