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Monday, July 14, 2008


Am currently doing history. I have to complete four full sides and it's really tough, especially with Southeast Asian history when everything is pretty straightforward and there's not as much to write about as International History.

I've been going through this weird emotional roller coaster lately. It's like I can feel happy for a long period of time, then feel stressed/sad/torn apart a few hours later. After that I will go back to being happy again.

I think my thoughts and emotions are just so messy and distorted. I feel myself being pulled in so many different directions and it's making me so... peculiar. I was quite ok a few days ago but lately it's been so crazy.

"Your eyes are full,
full of the future of us
The air changes as you look across
at me in that wondering way

It is as if
I knew you before we spoke
Do our hearts know something we don't?
Conspiring, converging
without giving us any say

You sing me to sleep,
talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to

You're ruining me
with secrets and gestures and looks
With sonnets and second-hand books
Playing the chords in me
nobody knew how to play

You sing me to sleep,
talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to

It fits in your hand like the water in rain
It unlocks our two different selves
and shows we are the same
Rather than wait 'til I
put me out for the taking
You're breaking
You're breaking into my heart
and I'm letting you

Your eyes are full,
full of the future of you"

8:06 PM

"The Mansion Of Gloom"



Fleurs Du Mal - Sarah Brightman

"Of my country and of my family I have little to say"


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Na
Maegan
Willy

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BB
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Vig

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Qimin
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"Minute fungi overspread the whole exterior"


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"Mingled expression of low cunning and perplexity"

"Convinced me of his perfect sincerity"


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