Tuesday, January 06, 2009
It's sexthirtythree and i wonder why my mind works best only in the wee hours. I can hear the track sounds of moving trains worth five minutes of interval each trip. The gusto wind in espousal of the glimpses of sunlight shadowing beneath those fluffy cottoncandy-like buds floating in the air. And i'm reminded of the days Nur would stay up w me til sunrise, just scuttlebuttin'. =] My hair's centre-parted, my brains' on the go of excreting more juices and i'm still in the mood to do my assignments. I foresee myself playing soccer lying down later on. I need to revamp my sleeping schedule. Someone discipline me, please?
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