Because happy is what happens?

my life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you.

you've been running round in circles in my mind.

And it always seems like I'm following you.

'cos you take me to places that alone I'd never find.

What is this, a crash course in "learning-to-love-people-around-you?" It's been such a long time since I even cared remotely about someone else. A few months was all I needed to lose my faith, my love for my family and my care for my friends...and it looks like it'll be a while till I learn everything again. However, in view of recent events, yes, I will try my best. And I guess, thank a certain someone for the last few months and kicking me into shape to reflect on my life...and for that, yes, I promise this strange person I'll try as hard as I can to make this thing work. And, with luck and blessings, last.

Though, if there's anyone to thank for saving enough scraps of my faith/love/care for God and for others it has to be you, my dearest sister. I will say it for real now, no matter what happens I will always be there for you and keep you in my prayers. It's almost like, for the last few months, I'm a person scraping together the minimum amount to retain membership as a Catholic, as a member of the family and as a semi-decent friend. I did often think of giving each one of them up, but I can't. I need faith to know that someone will watch over you when I'm overseas studying. I need respect for my parents because it's the minimal gratitude I should show for giving you to me. And I need to care for my friends because they don't have someone like you to make their lives as awesome as mine has been.

But I promise, this will change. There will be awesome stuff to write about us and our family. Because I love you.

Wafflewaffle.

Somewhere between helping my dad solve a math problem and watching all the drama surrounding TSD (pun SO unintended) has me appreciating oddly elegant things in life.

I have almost forgotten how elegant a pure science like math is. The way numbers come together in a totally empirical way to demonstrate truths about life is almost spellbounding (/cue DSTAnerds agreement). In the same way, theatre is equally beautiful when it captures so much about what it means to be human in a single spectacle on stage.

Its like that feeling when you walk through a museum, marvelling at the exhibits. I know I'm not nearly as brilliant as the mathematicians and theatre practictioners out there are who create such beauty...and I probably never ever will be in a million years. In fact, something will be seriously wrong with the world if it elevates me to that status. However, I will pay my entrance fee by studying them both as much as I can, just to be able to appreciate and touch the magic.

But then again, most of life is spent between these poles...on much more waffly things. Things like watching through entire series of Bones. Things like painting nails. Things like cleaning the inside of second-floor windows to realise all the dirt is on the other side. Things like wondering what makes people look good and what makes one look terrible. Things like other people. Things like myself.

WaffleBlaffleClaffle. Such is life when the high of window cleaner is wearing off.