Monday, August 29 The sweetest downfall is. As you caress my heart, And suspend my logic. Cradle of despair formats, Tears of blue, Blue blessed streams they are. So I drown, In those streams, And in you.
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Wednesday, August 24 I miss you, Wendy! ![]() See, I put TWO pictures of you. That should make your day, aye? :) -->Frente! - Bizarre Love Triangle<--
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Tuesday, August 23 I'm back home, far behind schedule compared to the rest of the NUS undergrads. But what do I do? All talk and no action, just feel the panic and then I fret, but I don't do anything about it. Ah, the power of NATO (no action talk only)! I miss my wonderful holiday Downunder; with the excellent company, no one could ever complain. I didn't have to worry about academics there, why? Because I had no textbooks with me, and since I could not attend any lectures - ignorance is bliss. Oh how I wish I could just revert to being Maria of 717 Toaster! Wash dishes, clean up, make somebody tidy her room up yadda yadda ... Balcony, I'm sure you miss me as much as I miss you. *sniffles* ![]() -->Paper Cup Words - Elin Sivgardsson<--
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Friday, August 19 The seeming fairytale of Time standing still for 3 weeks is finally a punctured bubble. Slapped back into harsh reality, a toxic mix of various emotions, thoughts and feelings compounded together. I am so worn out of my skin. It's been one huge, long roller-coaster ride it's been (reiteration for emphasis *wink) I will write more ... but for now, sleep beckons so desperately. On a yellow futon, with a lump of A's on it. |