a day spent at the beach

[french whispers from french lovers]

my favourite place in the world

life by night

It's 11:21 at night. I've forced myself to continue working into the night because I'm suffering from the side effects of Tuesday night when I stayed up until 3am. It's not that I'm incapable of completing work, it's that two days ago, mother decided to stress me. I only needed a gentle push to explode and crash. That was exactly what happened. Now my 3 exams have to be rescheduled because I've been advised not to complete these exams under stress. I guess I'll be spending another weekend sitting at my desk and worry about the shape of my bottom because it may be molded into the flat contour of the chair.

Love exists for some. The question of the duration of love poses as a difficulty.

I'm pretty but I'm not beautiful, I sin but I'm not the devil.

Summer Romance

I

'They say young love is the best. They say young love is romantic especially during summer. I don't feel that it is entirely correct. Sure the thrills of doing things for the first time is exciting but to me, it's just like a new bag. You go through many catalogues to choose the perfect bag, then when you pick it up from the boutique, it's luxurious and becomes your best friend for a few days, but the next season of bags are released and away your eyes wonders.'