one year, six months

6 hours of writing have finally passed. shld i laugh because it's over, or cry because all i wrote was bullshit, or frown cuz idk what to feel? i dont rmb wad i wrote, except my last essay for return of the native, bcos it was my LAST paper. in my current brain-dead stage, i recall writing down some love advice in response to "comment on the development of the love relationship btwn Clym and Eustacia". in other words, i found myself in the role of aunt agony when i shld have been in the mind of an astute observant literary critic.

"A love relationship will never work out btwn two individuals if they enter it loaded with expectations of the other!"

"How can a love relationship survive without compromises and sacrifices made to one another?!"

"A couple needs to listen to one another so as to understand one another's desires and wishes."


please give me an A for my fantastic ability to dish out love advice.

maybe thats the prob wit lit. it gets to whirled up into real life (it's supposed to anyways) that you start writing from experience. you dont see science students having this prob.

sigh.

my day started out wit a big fat ugly BLACK cockroach running over my hand in the bathroom, and frm then on my day juz got worse. gah. give me ants, mosquitoes, other creepy-crawlies.. even lizards. anything, BUT cockroaches. thats juz a tad too much.

AND.. i lost my pencil case. gee, my day juz cant get any better.

God, u there? i could rly use a hug now.. hold me in Your arms, never let me go. i'll cry on Your shoulders, lean on You as my pillar of strength. God, please tell me everything's gonna b alright...



There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me
Should I keep on waiting
Or does love keep on fading away..