mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.
bio
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me
justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
'm having mini panic attacks every half hour when i keep thinking about how much i haven't cram through for that damn thing which i'm praying to scrape through (oh please let me get a nice little C so i don't have to think about doing extra modules to pull up my gpa) and then if the next semester something else SCREWS the bidding system i'm gonna apply to that other school in the meantime i'm gonna have to cram socio-economic spheres of india and bangladesh and sri lanka and the blardy history of asia by tonight and then try to fit in a topic of sociology and then cry through understanding that man's total war mess and fight through nightmares for the next 5 days. and then there's bio which is open-book and i'm not really caring since there's a time lapse of 3 days to make it happen but still mcqs are surefreakinscary. shut up about the reading week already. i hate you. -cries.
breathesbreathesbreathes
it doesn't help that my neighbours' kids are making a ruckus next day cos hoorayhooray it's the school holidays and that i know the ntu people are having theirs and argghhh SCREAMS