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I've forgotten how easy it is to love the taste of butter and blueberry jam slathered generously over a fluffy scotch pancake.

- I miss Incubus. I would kill to see them live again, not the horror that is Fall Out Boy. They really can't play live. God bless Brandon Boyd.

- My body is rather unhappy; I am in much pain from running long distances in the autumn cold. I have been eating like an unhappy swine to comfort said body. Simple white processed carbohydrates will always make a girl happy.

I am extremely upset at the fact that despite being a supposed engineer with programming knowledge and having dealt with computers since the age of eight, I am still unable to guide myself around the convoluted world of Hyper Text Markup Language otherwise known as HTML. I can only change the colours of my blog without Blogger going all pissy at me. Good God.

New piercing in the rook region of the ear (the smaller ring, not the large one). It doesn't look too nasty there in the photo, but it is actually bleeding like a bitch as I type up this post. TMI? Yeah, thought so. As if there weren't already enough holes in my heart, right. Haha.

I don't know why I've always been so drawn to piercings. I've had two piercings in my ear since the age of ten or something. Really young. I really am one of those people whom "normal" people will ask, "Man, I can't understand you" or "WHY do you do that to yourself?". There really is no answer to that question - I just DO.

A long rehabilitative summer is over. Fun in the Malaysian, Singaporean and Grecian sun. I am several shades darker and no longer held by flimsy emotional tape - although some people who know me may beg to differ. To quote Bridget Jones, queen of floundering middle-aged women in both the non-fictional and fictional world, "it is a known fact that when one area of your life goes well, another falls spectacularly apart".

The time has come to return to poring through scientific papers from Nature and the same old shiteous routine. I wander around college looking at these first years and think to myself, "Oh, those were the days when I didn't have to think about finding internships and think of group projects and all these other not-so-little so-called pleasantries that life springs upon us". I often gaze at them with a spoonful of envy; I know that they will eventually morph into one of us old cronies who spends more time in the computer lab than at home. Well, I suppose every nerdling has its day.

But you know, getting older isn't such a bad thing. Sure, you'd spend quite a lot of time looking at old photos and thinking to yourself, "What the fuck have I done with my teenage years??" Still. That's okay. Because this is where the rest of your life begins.