Friday, March 18, 2016

I was cleaning out my room one day and decided to open up a treasure trove of memories;

all birthday/christmas/farewell/encouragement cards, notes and letters were kept in this drawer over the years. Reading them brought smiles, chuckles and assurance of the friendships built over the years. Sigh.. (a good kind of sigh tho). I love stuff like these. I like to keep all the handwritten notes because words carry more weight i guess. It's just a very thoughtful thing to do, writing notes to people. 

Week 4 is coming to end already, so fast. and i haven't thought of a topic for my dissertation yet shizz. The weeks sure end faster in masters compared to undergrad pfft. I can't buy more time. T.T 

I'm glad Cherie created this whatsapp group for us unemployed masters ppl lol. It's a nice feeling to get acquainted again with old pals. Looking forward to our soon-to-be meet up to rant and just... de-stress I guess. I want nandos! or Wendy's. or korean/jap food. 

recently I sent my 5-yr-old car to the workshop to fix the aircon. Susah hati man, my dad forking out more $ and also i feel useless not having my own transportation to drive around & have to depend on dad to send me. :(  When we're older in our mid-20s we try not to burden our old folks so much already. They shouldn't worry about us anymore..

ok tht's all for today... ciaoz

Monday, March 07, 2016

comfort in the sound

i wish we could open our eyes
to see in all directions at the same time
oh what a beautiful view
if you were never aware of what was around you
and it is true what you said
that i live like a hermit in my own head
but when the sun shines again
i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in

sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
but while you debate half empty or half full
it slowly rises, your love is gona drown

-"Marching bands of Manhattan", DCFC-