Something Odd happened a few minutes ago, and it had left me flabbergasted and nervous, and by heavens I wish I’ve just misinterpreted things like I always do.

And by golly, I think I did. Possibilities and probabilities can never rake up to this level of preposterousness. What are the chances? Nil? Negative nil?

Ah, the frustrating agony of assumptions and uncertainties.

It seemed like I’ve just finished a pizza pie and found myself at the start of August, where the sky would gloom over a constant tirade of rain and I would find myself most idle and unsupportive. It’s unnerving, in a sense, to see the year creep past at such a pace. It brings on much of looking back and wondering, wondering, and regretting the fair bit of what that’s done and undone.

But look at it in jolly spirits; it’s August, and I’m doing alright at uni, well safe and secure from suicidal thoughts or the need to indulge in lung-degrading delicacies (of the inhaled type). I’ve come to know great people and great friends. There’s Joshua, who helped me loads. There’s Kelvin, who’s the biggest joker I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. Mek Zhin, who scares me but otherwise a fun person to be with. There’s the Unpleasant Mr. Sean, who seems to walk in an air of mystery so thick it obscured him. There’s Bryan, whom I don’t know very well, but on every occasion I find myself with him, there’s no one I can find more random and explicitly pervasive.

Yes, there’s also Pauline, whom I think deserves a whole paragraph to herself. You’d think that a person born in the same day as I couldn’t have had anything more in common… well, we have the same peculiar tastes in music, same preferences in books, mostly same opinions in movies and a whole lot of other sames. I owe her a ton of favours, not to mention books and movies; she has intro-ed and lent me a bunch of great reads. And music. Most of my new songs are from her. I can never thank her enough.

It’s undoubted that I’ll look back one day to see August gone in fleeting billow of colours, like confetti fluttering pass a roaring train. Soon it’ll be September to take the chair and tell his story, and soon then perhaps I’ll have more stories to tell.

August is a special month, because it’s Autumn somewhere.

A time for the world to shed the blooming growth of the year, so that it may reborn after the passing of snow.

The Word of today is Stasis.

1. A state of balance, equilibrium, or stagnation.

Yeah, I pretty much think so.

Goodnight People.