(dana_h79, http://www.sxc.hu/photo/751419)
On my knees, clothes bare,
Your arms besiege my chest
The tickle of your tongue
A slave to your scent
Dawn comes, with the dark you go
Here I stay, cold in chains…
Waiting… Waiting…
You never return.
Still patiently I wait;
Naive like a child;
Abandoned like a toy;
The glimmer in my eyes, now lost…
- Logish

Zhi Wei (ZW) and I were both shitting earlier today at the school toilet. My bowels still aren’t used to clearing itself in early mornings. By mid-morning, I will feel the poop-sensation but am usually able to control it till the evening. However, stupid ZW, who had the same morning ‘poop problem’, kept persuading me […]

Frankly speaking, I confuse myself sometimes. I had wanted to move on with life by getting acquainted with my new course-mates. However, my assertion on my individuality and attachment to the past caused me to avoid them. I can’t stand sticking like glue with the same people for a whole day, which seems to be […]

Why do I grasp so tightly to the past, the class of yesteryear, when I never truly forged a strong bond with them. A slave to impermanence, I’ll soon be forgotten like a childhood toy.
I remember how difficult it was as a kid to let go of my toys. I usually refused to do so. […]

Having gone for several lectures with Yvonne and Zhiwei this week, I’m deeply impressed by both of their abilities. Yvonne makes straightforward and good notes, while Zhiwei, despite not being too attentive, has a bloody good memory for latin economics/law terms (e.g. Ceteris Paribus, Obiter Dictum).

(the evil accountants - Yvonne, Zhiwei & Logen)
Regardless, I will […]