someday, surely, the dew on the finest rose will disappear. the myraid of scents, smiles and colours.. those silvery eyes will never last. they'll die away someday, just like every other thing.. somehow, speaking to you for just awhile just makes me so laugh-able again. thanks a million for making my otherwise mundane day. thanks for all the help too! cheers! (:

as you can see, the beat is quicken, the rhytmn is picking up.. and the word will soon be a chant. a chant of the unending laments of stress and worries. workload is starting to sink in and i just can't seem to have enough sleep.

flipping to the reverse side of the paper, i guessed during PTM, she was all too surprised at the various other commitments i have.

"how do you have the time to study?!"

oh well, my answer to that is definitely reflected in the more than displeasing grades i've acquired for midyears. with respect to that, she went onto a lengthy discussion on time management, and also, to scale down my other activities, yadayada...

without a doubt, it's time to up my studying time. right now, all i need is my lovely beauty sleeeep. band still awaits tomorrow.

Can't you see,

There's a feeling that's come over me.

Close my eyes,

You're the only one that leaves me completely breathless.

-michelle branch

it's all about you..