Hi. How was your day? Cos mine was fab. (:

Skipped school and spent the day with Fatmah studying in Starbucks. Back to the norms. Back to the familiar territory, so different yet so similar. Back to those times, I'd go really sick and stupid with joy whenever -. Back to the safe aroma of coffee. Back to those days.

It was a nice day. I can be bothered to elaborate, cos I'm down for tution at 8.30. OMG. 8.30-10.30. Today and tomorrow night! Organic Chem. Die, bitch, die. ):

HAHAH. Hey gorgeous! I know you're nt gna read this cos you "dont read blogs". But I found this cute pair at Tamp Central! How about that! (: Tenbucks. I'm gna drag you over, to painfully (and hopefully helpfully) select *the* pair. I'm omf excited. You could tell right, just now? :D I WANT IT.

Thanks babe, for all that talk about stuff after Cedar. We're kinda in the same shoes? Remember how I sounded so sure? I'm not anymore. ):

WHYWHYWHY am I writing to you even thought you wont read it?!

I've not made up my mind about anything. Well, maybe except that. To leave it at that. (:

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It grips me so firm sometimes. Firm and inviting. Such welcome. Like the familiar smell of old books. Like the hint of a Mother's love. Soaking in its warmth standing right before me. Shamelessly. A blink later, it's gone. Gone is the comfort. Gone is the security. Gone is the escape. And back are the walls so high up. The fort you built for god knows what reason. So walled up, that you are. Break it down. Please. Bit by bit. It's worth a shot. I look at you looking at me. Uncertainty. Confusion. Bring down those bricks, one by one.

Just so you know. We wear the same pair of shoes. Might as well walk in them together.

What am I doing.

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe