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Monday, 9 March 2009

I scream blue murder

These days. The last thing i want is to retire to bed because it wasn't as though i was going to be able to get much sleep in any case. So i would find myself lying awake in the darkness, gazing ceiling-wards to where the fan was making whirring sounds and only fell into a deep slumber at 3 or 4 in the morning.


While it was difficult to sleep tight, my mind was crowded with thousands of questions and worked like a computer disc. Then i felt myself sag under the weight of the night's silence and the gravity of my mind's insistence. Tonight i will pray that i could sleep tight now that i've known the loneliness is sadder than i thought.

On the flipside, i have pictures! sentosaaa. These girls. i've quickly grown closer to them.The times we spent, i felt like i was in the presence of some kind of magic. They say a little bit of optimism goes a long way. nana and miera have this talent for photography! Airplanes of thank yous to them both and i see photographers in the making.