let me live in idiosyncrasy hereafter.

let me live in idiosyncrasy hereafter.

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i miss being good at something; i miss literature.

The Night Has a Thousand Eyes

Francis William Bourdillon (b. 1852)


The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

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lately, i have been

a) dreaming about running away more and,

b) in a very cheery mood less.

i dont seem to have a goal and nothing much keeps me wanting to come to school. plus, second sem is a bitchy biyatch (easily determined after five gruelling days of lectures and tutorials). and that's just one other reason to curl in my covers and avoid all human beings.


okay. so maybe not ALL. if nursoknowswho suddenly ask me out (prolly cause there was an accident met and thus, a MAJOR concussion.), i might consider. but wait, i am suppose to snap out of this whole loser-ish pining act on nskw (abbr. for nursoknowswho)! so maybe i'll just have to stick to my fucked up principles to retain my worthless dignity, and just stay in my, it-which-matches-my-mood blue covers. with a magical encyclopedia of all the literary works and art pieces of the world, and another magical book of all the pretty things of the universe, and all the dvds of all the flicks in the galaxy, and an endless pot of turkish apple tea. and of course, my unicorns and mermaids. what am i saying; you can see my greediness. i want so much.

on a lighter note, today's my brother's birthday! happier 14th, wei. dont go getting yourself into a r/s now. it's bad. speaking from experience. we went to this restaurant call NINIQ, opened by my ex-tutor. it was splendid and i had my favourite turkish apple tea and i felt much better for that little while. maybe i should start stocking up on them. turkish apple tea = new happy drugs.




i am all done here. i need to rest my.. everything. where's a spa when you need one. how i wish i am filthy rich so i dont have to study icky stuff like accountings and i can just laze around doing what i like and enjoy myself with all the pampering i pay for with my credit card/ trust fund. dreams dreams dreams. i just want everything to go my way. that's too much to ask somehow.







ta-ta.

xoxo.