be my escape

it is rather interesting to read the various random scribblings and scrawls (by myself or otherwise) imprinted in pencil on the otherwise most boring set of lecture notes ever. these harmless doodlings summon not only the countless memories, but sometimes, also the waves of sadness, or childish glee that accompanies these recollections. and these notes, as much as i wld like to rid them asap, wld also carry with them a sentimentality that cannot be replaced otherwise. in a way, they track what ive been going through.. esp for a person who loves to doodle (:

and with that, is the completion of my act in indulging in a teeny bit of dalliance to clear my head.

back to the most boring set of notes ever.





Since you've been gone I've learned to stop..