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I feel rested (finally.. after days of being completely socially inept) and I think I can finally face the big bad world (:

So come on world.


I just need days with the sun and sand, slow 2km runs in the evenings, some good ol' arthouse number and I'll bounce right back. (: This is real exciting stuff.


Being alone at home is a novel feeling. A sense of freedom you don't want. It's like seeing a Malibu postcard and knowing somehow that you wouldn't want to be there without some company. I feel weird knowing that I'm among the few done with the horrible monster that is prelims. I don't mind the exams, it's just that they are wayy too long. And I decidedly loathed the 6hour paper day. That one just murdered my braincells. Which is why I have nothing left.


Which is also why I have to fill (or empty.. I haven't decided as of now) my calendar to fit in stuff I would love to do before the A's, to build up mental stamina. I think I need to run more with that slave-driver of a sister. That, and shopping. And going to the library.




Amazing how things change so suddenly. It's almost as if I've grown up in an instant, and lost so little in the long while. Either/or.





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I'm still awake. Lunch was nice, bread and beans. Grounded. Baked. Things that stay. If I gave you my hand, would you hold it.

I am full of dreams and the Hope that eviscerates burden.

And a Love that stays. It's there, around the corner, near the stoplight. Beyond the explosion of stars in the midnight black of sky. a piece of sky. The mosaic of yours and my beliefs patterned in the Great above.


But I can't stop. Running.
Away
From.
To.





there is much unfinished business I want to attend to.