For i composed the music of the night
The soul stirred....
and awakened a dream
and on the wings of destiny
the dream came true
Fell in love with these words...small cosy little bookstore in eastbourne, where the shop lady was so pleasant..the huge dollhouse..so many memories..coming back in flashes..
dont know why i thought of these words, just came to mind..probably got deeper meanings to do with the subconscious etc..but i'm not even going there..i don't have an ounce of energy (is that the measurement for energy, i'm so used to saying ounce of fat, ive adopted it for energy..sounds better than drop) left in me..both mentally and physically spent..ive still got one and a half essays to write by tomorrow, a grand reassuring total of 4000 words or so..and god bless blingblingbowtie, he's such a darling coz he extended the deadline..otherwise id have a 3rd essay also due tmrw..and that would be nearly 6000 words altogether.
i shldnt have written all this..it's not helping...lately i've realised i'd be much better off if i said less, alot less, or bette still nothing at all..
suits me fine fr now..coz everytime i open my mouth its only coz ive got to yawn..and that in itself is tiring..maybe its psychological, i dont think so tho.
I'm burnt out..at my wit's end...and wick's end (in line with the metaphor of burning out,candles,wick etc..)...ok so much for wit, that's come to an end too.
Everything actually seems to have come to end , except this wretched week and the damn deadlines that is.
Journey's end...
more memories...frm long ago...sec 4 days..my warped adn slightly nutty lit teacher who i swear owned/wore 2 outfits her entire life, (well fr the 2 yrs that she taught me,anyway..we knew that what she was gonna wear tomorrw was always exactly what she had worn yesterday...i wonder if she's updated her wardrobe by now,7 yrs down the road..she must have, i hope, at least bought 2 more outfits since), the nice big classroom with curtains and how all of us 8(?) indian girls sat in the smae row by the window..how i bawled my eyes out the night before O levels, not coz i was stressed but coz the impact of osbourne's death hit me hard just then..adn more recently the play lavz and i caught in london..the pudgy santa clause looking osbourne who was all i envisaged him to be and more..who's 'death' still brought tears to my ears, the same dull ache,lump-in-throat feeling of hollowness..bumping into stanhope off stage, in plain clothes...and sleeping all the way back in the train ride..arriving in camb,cold,sleepy,waiting for cab in the rain...
i loved the cabs, the big ones with the sliding doors..rite frm the 1st one i got on, to the last one i got off..
sliding doors indeed...
shall succumb to sleep..can't fight anymore.
and awakened a dream
and on the wings of destiny
the dream came true
Fell in love with these words...small cosy little bookstore in eastbourne, where the shop lady was so pleasant..the huge dollhouse..so many memories..coming back in flashes..
dont know why i thought of these words, just came to mind..probably got deeper meanings to do with the subconscious etc..but i'm not even going there..i don't have an ounce of energy (is that the measurement for energy, i'm so used to saying ounce of fat, ive adopted it for energy..sounds better than drop) left in me..both mentally and physically spent..ive still got one and a half essays to write by tomorrow, a grand reassuring total of 4000 words or so..and god bless blingblingbowtie, he's such a darling coz he extended the deadline..otherwise id have a 3rd essay also due tmrw..and that would be nearly 6000 words altogether.
i shldnt have written all this..it's not helping...lately i've realised i'd be much better off if i said less, alot less, or bette still nothing at all..
suits me fine fr now..coz everytime i open my mouth its only coz ive got to yawn..and that in itself is tiring..maybe its psychological, i dont think so tho.
I'm burnt out..at my wit's end...and wick's end (in line with the metaphor of burning out,candles,wick etc..)...ok so much for wit, that's come to an end too.
Everything actually seems to have come to end , except this wretched week and the damn deadlines that is.
Journey's end...
more memories...frm long ago...sec 4 days..my warped adn slightly nutty lit teacher who i swear owned/wore 2 outfits her entire life, (well fr the 2 yrs that she taught me,anyway..we knew that what she was gonna wear tomorrw was always exactly what she had worn yesterday...i wonder if she's updated her wardrobe by now,7 yrs down the road..she must have, i hope, at least bought 2 more outfits since), the nice big classroom with curtains and how all of us 8(?) indian girls sat in the smae row by the window..how i bawled my eyes out the night before O levels, not coz i was stressed but coz the impact of osbourne's death hit me hard just then..adn more recently the play lavz and i caught in london..the pudgy santa clause looking osbourne who was all i envisaged him to be and more..who's 'death' still brought tears to my ears, the same dull ache,lump-in-throat feeling of hollowness..bumping into stanhope off stage, in plain clothes...and sleeping all the way back in the train ride..arriving in camb,cold,sleepy,waiting for cab in the rain...
i loved the cabs, the big ones with the sliding doors..rite frm the 1st one i got on, to the last one i got off..
sliding doors indeed...
shall succumb to sleep..can't fight anymore.
posted by Kumari | 8:16 PM
1 Comments:
hey girl
just wanna say.. i'm blessed to have you as a friend. and am amazed at how giving and loving a person you are. right.. shant get all crazy-mushy but just wanna say i m glad u have so much strength within you. i cant purport to imagine how this semester has been for you.. and yet you have managed to come out of it in one peace.
you are in my thoughts and prayers. God will give you the strength to carry on.. something i have learnt to trust in though i fail to understand it.
take care girl
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