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DELICIOUS AMBIGUITY ♥
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
locked up

Not exactly a nice feeling.

Exams are around the corner. In fact it starts on Saturday. I can't wait for next Friday to come, and this absolute nightmare will be over.

Well not really nightmare. I'm just bored of it all. Sometimes boredom can be a really bad nightmare.

Boredom and being locked up.

Here's looking forward to reading lots of books that are not textbooks, sleeping 10 hours a day, listening and playing lots of music, watching TV and DVDs, and social stuff that I'm sure people will plan, and I'll just tag along.

It's been a stressful semester. I'm glad it's gonna be over soon. And this cycle will repeat and repeat and repeat...

*sigh*

On another note, Jan turned 21! Her birthday dinner was one of the best yet! Jasmine did really well organizing the party and the surprises were oh-so-touching, and Jan cried. The recordings from her family and her boyfriend from Malaysia were awesome! There were lots of touching and sweet moments there.

~Current song in my head:~

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves the soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed...

It's the heart, afraid of breaking that never takes the chance
It's the dream, afraid of waking that never learns to dance
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to live...

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
When you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, and with the sun's love
In spring, becomes a rose...

~Playing again and again and again...~

The night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long....
D I V A at 7:53 PM
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