exactly 7 days to go!

... to the deadline of Biochem assignment, that is!

*breathes deeply* *exhale*

I can do this! I am an amazing last-minuter!!

price of independence

How do I choose?

I like the way they stop by my bed and give me a soft pat or a peck on my forehead. Those gestures make me feel like a little kid again. I like the way they hold my hand when we ride the bus or train, the way they show their concern when they said: "Oh, your hands are so cold!" and rub my palms between theirs.

But I also like my own independence.

i'm not an angel

*blows smoke off rifle*

*loads it up again*

twe tests down, another two to go. ;)

i pity you

Recessional by Vienna Teng

Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar?
Who are you, echoing street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in a shell of a lover?
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time...

This is my current ear-worm - a tune that keeps playing in my ears (something new I learnt from my housemate, Karen!).  Somehow I am drawn to that particular verse. I cannot sing enough praise for Vienna. She makes me fall in love with her songs when I least expect to. I can't even pick a single favourite song out of her extensive repertoire.

"I love you." He says it with such an earnest expression. His eyes a world deep, and more.

What follows is silence. It hangs heavy in the air. I don't know what to say. My heart is racing, beyond its ability. Blood just rushes through my veins, all the way down to my feet. Oh my god, what should I do?

"I love you too."

The kiss comes, bathing in the warm sunlight that streams from the high windows. Everything around me spins, as I turn around and begin to back away. Running as fast as my numb feet can carry me, tears roll down my cheeks.

For the other voice is not mine.