It sells for so little
But it's all we have left in this place.
It is the very last inch of us.
But within that inch
We are free.

I love my watch. A gift from my parents for my 21st birthday. It's a black, automatic timepiece, which means it winds itself when you wear it around.

Batteries not included, and not needed.

Having said that, it also means that it'll simply stop ticking if you don't wear it often enough. And during the long break before uni started, and I spent days at a stretch at home, time often stood still. Even if it was just for me.

These days, in stark contrast, time seems to be going too fast. There are the looming exams of course, but frankly I'm more concerned about all the good stuff. Cheesy as it sounds, part of me fears that everything would be behind me before I knew it. I am having a good time, and I'm not asking that time stops for me, but just to slow down a little...and let me catch up.

Here's something I came across on Facebook (Everything seems to be coming from Facebook anyway these days.) yesterday. My favourite part is in bold. And that's not just cuz of the recent poker games.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

-Rudyard Kipling

These two weeks were supposed to be pretty crazy, but somehow I've managed to keep afloat. I guess there's a small victory that could be said about that.

A little jog, and a thousand lanterns.

How many Septembers has it been since Green Day first started going "Wake me up...when September ends"? The phrase feels over-used.

Perhaps we've all been abusing the snooze function a little too much, for a little too long.

September's coming to an end once again...

...Wake up.