When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
arghzillas. i'm ashamed of my blog. somewhat. the title's a tat pretentious; the content, too self-absorbed. while others pen their views on politics and academics, i'm desperately trying to make things rhyme. i shd take a break from blogging inane stuff and come back only when i've got enough intellectual material to expound on.
something wonderful happened to a fren, and i am glad and happie for him! ~~~ hee *burp*
1:55 PM
oh man... i think i should be feeling guilty. i *ermz* slept through two lectures. gahs. it's my pillow's fault. this morning it felt extraordinarily soft and nice to touch. that cool feeling, as heat seeps away from one's hot and flushed face, that which conjures up memories of babyish times.. haha me and my childhood "smelly pillow"! yar yar yar... memories are precious rite...there's no inherent wrong in relishing in one's recollections of good times...so it's not unreasonable to give lectures a miss, r-i-t-e?
my pinky.. my smelly pillow...my soft soft soft pink smelly pillow. awwww... it soothed my wounds, specifically, my broken fingernail. ouchie.. my fingie was caught in btw the door when *hm* one of my parents slammed it in a fit of anger. silly me...to watch the two of them engage in a heated argument. ouchies... the fingernail came off.. *gasp* heng not finger.. just fingernail.. nods.. yar lor. but my pink soft pillow was there! *beams
