I’m going to sing K tomorrow. 

It’s strange how I turn from loving to organize a massive group karaoke event (you should remember those days…I can’t even imagine myself being that me anymore), to finding karaoke pointless and silly and expensive, to now, when it’s become an emotional outlet. I almost prepared (ok, I did) for it - I have been working hard to pick up some recent pop songs these past couple days, getting myself into a mood in which I am very easily affected by cheesy, repetitive Canton pop music. It feels like I need this. 

It’s crazy how things you grow up with - things that you thought would remain a part of your past and just stay right there forever - actually becomes part of what you are and what you will be, because it has made you what you are from what you were, and somehow it keeps doing so.

R