Telephones and old typewriters, words of love along the wires;

every night you cry yourself to sleep,
thinking why does this happen to me,
why does every moment have to be so hard;

I think this song's catchy. And well I suppose a lot of songs these days are stuck in my head. I miss Maroon 5 actually. And darn so many people are overseas or going overseas that I feel rather homebody and stuck at home.

Then again I've never really like travelling, because it meant losing contact, for a few days at least, with my friends and probably missing them like crazy. The family holiday to Beijing wasn't that enjoyable for me not because of the shopping and stuff, but because I hated the intense feeling of being apart from myself and the people and person I loved.

I think it still applies, to not be able to talk to friends at any moment and stuff. Perhaps this is why I fear separations of any sort.

But it's not always going to be so nice and forever, I'm actually dreading handover for fencing a little because it means that the time of sharing the burdens and pains of leading a nascent club with Phoebe are over. It only struck me today how close we've become, going through everything as brother and sister in Christ and fellow fencer, when I bought Subway for her and she asked what cookies I'd gotten to share and the little aspects of her I know so well, simply because I've had so many meals together with her poring over documents and budgets, trying to keep our hair in and balance our books.

It's the kind of thing that would be ideal in an romantic relationship, because it's symbionic. Though the irony that she later pointed out, was that we only got to this stage because she was dispensable to me and vice versa. So we never had to worry about losing each other, and the element of frankness came about. It's like having a platonic girlfriend, so to speak, and it's awesome how you can have a friend who knows every inch of your character.

Thanks, Feebs.