aack. if it werent for the fact that i like miss M and wouldnt want her to be disappointed, i probably wouldnt even be up now and still be trying to cram hopelessly useless information (at least it seems that way to me, my apologies to the Bcomm students) into my poor overloaded mind...
hols seem to be so near, and yet so far... for one i'm looking forward to actually getting everything over and done with; on the other hand... i kinda dread the idea of the semester ending... can you believe its almost the end of another semester??? it just seemed not-so-long ago when i was so tempted to forget about coming back to kl, felt so torn at having to leave home again. but then... i guess it wont be that bad this time around... cuz there'll be things to do, people i wanna see again, and more fun to be had, hahah. still, its too bad i only get to spend a few days at home for the coming hols though... not that i mind getting the chance to travel, but well, after having been away for months i'd love to just savour the feeling of being home again. sigh, guess you cant have it both ways. *shrug*
my poor poor box... spent some time putting the poor place in order after having left it in turmoil for a couple of days... most likely cuz a few of us'd just stayed over at the jester's to study and i suppose it made me ashamed since the place was so pristine, compared to my clutter... it was a relief, actually getting out of the box and getting to stay somewhere else (my aunt's place's the nest of chaos so it doesnt count), even if just for a bit... you cant imagine how comforting it was to look out the window and see foliage and green mountains, or wake up to the sound of bird calls... or actually seeing a living area instead of a long empty corridor when i walk out the room... it reminded me so much of my own home... (crap, dont i just feel like i wanna cry or what... ><) buzz, and there goes another car. so much for bird calls. at least the crickets're singing somewhere out there... too bad, they're too soft to actually be a comfort. sigh.
i miss my piano awfully too. didnt appreciate it much when i had it around; when i got to tinkle on the jester's piano... i guess i didnt realise how much i'd missed touching the keys and feeling the notes pour out... and yeah, dad... you got that right. you'll never know how near the truth you hit when you said one day i'd regret not taking my piano seriously. that day, needing so much to be able to play something properly and yet not being able to complete a single song... sigh. i should've listened to you.
hols seem to be so near, and yet so far... for one i'm looking forward to actually getting everything over and done with; on the other hand... i kinda dread the idea of the semester ending... can you believe its almost the end of another semester??? it just seemed not-so-long ago when i was so tempted to forget about coming back to kl, felt so torn at having to leave home again. but then... i guess it wont be that bad this time around... cuz there'll be things to do, people i wanna see again, and more fun to be had, hahah. still, its too bad i only get to spend a few days at home for the coming hols though... not that i mind getting the chance to travel, but well, after having been away for months i'd love to just savour the feeling of being home again. sigh, guess you cant have it both ways. *shrug*
my poor poor box... spent some time putting the poor place in order after having left it in turmoil for a couple of days... most likely cuz a few of us'd just stayed over at the jester's to study and i suppose it made me ashamed since the place was so pristine, compared to my clutter... it was a relief, actually getting out of the box and getting to stay somewhere else (my aunt's place's the nest of chaos so it doesnt count), even if just for a bit... you cant imagine how comforting it was to look out the window and see foliage and green mountains, or wake up to the sound of bird calls... or actually seeing a living area instead of a long empty corridor when i walk out the room... it reminded me so much of my own home... (crap, dont i just feel like i wanna cry or what... ><) buzz, and there goes another car. so much for bird calls. at least the crickets're singing somewhere out there... too bad, they're too soft to actually be a comfort. sigh.
i miss my piano awfully too. didnt appreciate it much when i had it around; when i got to tinkle on the jester's piano... i guess i didnt realise how much i'd missed touching the keys and feeling the notes pour out... and yeah, dad... you got that right. you'll never know how near the truth you hit when you said one day i'd regret not taking my piano seriously. that day, needing so much to be able to play something properly and yet not being able to complete a single song... sigh. i should've listened to you.
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