blabberings before sunrise

the way she writes is like music more enviable than tchaikovsky as i know it. the way the words flow on her page and through my mind sends shivers down my spine. i can read and re-read but yet, still find something new to marvel and ponder over. no others have this effect on me and sometimes i wonder why boys just lack this capability to evoke such startling senses within me (without our skins touching).

i believe that i've just fallen in love so prematurely and that's a secret between just me and whoever's reading because she doesn't have the slightest clue. besides i'm such a stickler to right and wrong. and i know it's not love la. just pure admiration, because she has this unfaltering believe in her own capabilities.

i gotta get some sleep before catching the monster ride to work tomorrow. i am so tired but my snoozes are painfully restless! i am so sick of reading horrible news wires at work. everything is bad news these days. how can anybody try to even begin cleaning such a mess? It's blowing up 10,000 whales all at once on changi beach. ewww

omg, i hate the morning train rides, still. i hate being pressed up against so many people because it makes me think of how dirty they all are. and i suspect that some of them slept in the same dirty clothes - clothes they did dirty things in, at a place which knows no other word except dirty and all the other synonyms associated, like filthy, for instance.

IT'S A DIRTY DIRTY WORLD.

nyeh. i wonder if it'll help if someone were to talk me to sleep. tell me a story. any story.

Papers, papers, away!

Kicking off with Literature tomorrow... followed by Econs P2, Econs P1... and History.

Close to eleven hours worth of papers to tackle this week. Wooo.

I am so prepared. NOT. How can anyone be prepared, really?

*hopes for the best*

I could easily forgive his pride, had he not mortified mine.