For what it's worth, I'll infect the rest of you with the following nagging week-old LSS lines from Coldplay's "Fix You":

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones (?!?)
And I will try to fix you

Another thing I'll be looking forward to this semester are the possibilities of endless DVD marathons in class. Now all I have to do is look for a room in Old Hum that has ample power supply.

This happy puppy has sailed its course.

I am reminded of a good memory I was trying to mentally put into words last night. It was that Saturday afternoon in NYC with Aileen, Joffin and Ven. One of them had the hare-brained idea to walk god knows how many blocks from Aileen's 87th St. apartment to Grey's Papaya which felt like at the other side of the state. I'm not quite sure if the girls wanted me to work the sweat points before having a bite of this NYC landmark. After getting our supplies, we then walked our way BACK to Central Park and onto some benches. (I could probably clock the whole procedure as 45 minutes.) As we were finally seated, I absorbed everything around me. As it was a Saturday, there were a lot of dogs and their owners, as well as stroller-carrying couples. The spring weather was just the right combination of sun and cool temperatures and finally, no rain. Soon, however, the human traffic in front of me went out of focus to instead shift towards the three girls seated beside me. I looked at each one of them and thought, god, look at them, look at us, look at how far we've gotten through our lives. Before me were three faces of tragedy, bliss, triumph, uncertainty, drudgery, hope. Each of them only manages to precariously thread all these together with the quiet assurance that the other three know what it's like to precariously thread a life.