"I think I'm getting ideals."
- Theo, a creation of Elsha

No, I don't think I'm able to break the Monday curse, woosh and whatever.
I've had enough of hurricanes, spite wars, bomb explosions and waxing lyrical about human nature. It seems that whenever you think you've got a grip on the world, you get tangled in its dead knots, histories, fixed-face people and your own dirty laundry, and you have absofreakinglutely nothing to say to that.
I met my 24-year old second cousin for the first time since I was say, five, last weekend, and I can happily say I wish I were like him (because I can't say that a lot). Aside from fact that he is Princeton graduate and Harvard med school student, he is nice, nice, PC, but nice. Particularly since he let me steal Breakfast Club from his comp and get into his photos/vids from college, South Africa, India. He's going to Ecuador soon.
It's weird the way I feel Lee Min hasn't changed at all. You'd expect a touch of added glow, or edge, or layer, but there aren't any, which is exactly what I need, as we happily shoved banana crumble pie into our gobs.
(Forgot to mention that I have recently acquired knowledge of blatant British slang while reading Pip Granger. They are delightful, e.g.:
Gob - mouth
Bonce - head
Pork pie - lie
Hooter - nose
Toot sweet - with all due haste etc.)
Last night was strange, loving exodus to airport, Syn Min and Joel picking us up (where I learnt about the existence of plagarised TimTams - TamTims), and flying emotion and prayer, wishing I could stretch and shrink at the same time. Wall-painting project this weekend.