I’ve moved.
To some other avenue that sounds brighter and happier.
I love/loved swingandflyaway, truckloads of memories here
But I’ll keep it for memories’ sake,
and start afresh somewhere else.
It was love
Filed under hidden depths of my heart
It’s not as easy as it seems
WELL, I guess as ridiculous as this sounds,
one whole box of summer clothes, boots, heels and the scrapbooks, letters, cards etc. are gone
cos I don’t rem where I have left the whole damn box.
Somewhere in the airport, heathrow or changi? Or back in the college.
Recall seems to be getting worse, so I’m gonna give up trying to think where I had left it.
It’s most likely gone for good.
as much as it bloody hurts somehow somewhere,
I’m getting good at past caring.
It’s too early for breakfast, gotta get ready for driving lesson and I think I should be awake lest I endanger anyone’s lives.
somewhere
Filed under randomness
:(
Never did I imagine that I would not have received that particular parcel.
or worse, it could be lost, forever.
):
gotta think positively!! and get back to sociology.
On second thoughts, my eyes are blurry.
I’m tired, think I’ll just sleep.
Filed under grayish skies
Two parcels back home
Right, maybe it’s a better idea not to open them at all.
I’ll deal with it later, not now really.
Filed under randomness
PSYCHED
“The brain looks like a lump of porridge…”
and in my head I’m thinking, RIGHT, nice way to start the psychobiology chapter HAHA.
oh and the chapter of memory had a really sweet excerpt from some story.
” A sudden virus had cause holes in Clive’s brain, memories fell out. But nothing could touch what was in his heart. He couldn’t remember a thing that had ever happened to him; but he remembered me and knew that he loved me.”
How sweet right, but yeah I know, wrong focus hello?!
It’s amazing how a memory can feel so surreal by looking through old photos and reading off silly sentences off diaries as if it just happened yesterday, well, if it’s a good one (:
i think maybe, no. not now, cos i’m beginning to feel it doesn’t make a difference
Filed under splashes of blue
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