Pink For Breast Cancer Awareness

You probably know I hate pink, but once a year in October they have this campaign called Pink For October. It is the brainchild of a dude called Matthew Oliphant, who writes:

“Web sites will Go Pink during the month of October to bring attention to Breast Cancer Awareness Month, get people talking about breast cancer, and raise money for research.”

Web designers (and other denizens of the web) change their website designs to features some form of pink. My blog was simple enough to edit (it's based on the Minima theme), so I just tweaked the colours, reached deep into my bag of header images (I have very few pink ones) and voila! I present to you: strawberries and cream!

Instant femininity on this blog, a concept that still gives me the heeby jeebies. For more information on breast cancer awareness/prevention, check out this site. To the rest of you bloggers out there: join in!

Now for something I've always wanted to do. *Clears throat*:

Eli James. In support of our community.

Hehehehe. =)

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I see little stars dancing over my fingers. They are yellow and they look oddly like those cute Digi men from the Fu-Yoh ads you see on TV. They run across my digits and jump on the keys and make cute little snorting noises. I take a magnifying glass and peer closer, and on the underbelly of the keyboard lies mooncake crumbs and pieces of chipsmore that I've gorged on. Fat content. Carbohydratesproteinfatfatfat.

It's late at night now, my mental capacities are on full alert. Just got off the phone with a friend. The type of conversation that is, you know, filled with quick comebacks, wit, lots of laughter. And looking out at darkness, dotted with orbs of light. Here and there. In the distance a car honk screeches. Somebody shouts in hokkien: "GO TAKE YOUR BATH NOW!" I curl under the desk.

Something is wrong with me. 11:58, and I'm dedicating a blog post to my heightened senses. I've semester exams next week, fourteen days of sitting uncomfortable on a yellow chair, faced with questions I can't even begin to tackle. Square deadline is next Friday. I am supposed to be writing an article now. I am high. Not scared. Flying above the orbs of light and melting to places smaller than the underside of my desk.

Eat me. Drink me.

What are academic marks when compared to living in this state?

I'll need to wake up soon. And then reality will hit and I'll need coffee. Till then, the breathless thrill of freedom.