The naked baby

My dreams are a patchwork of snipped memories, random pieces of you and me, of good times and bad. And knitted to them are my hopes and fears, my possible futures.

And there is the naked baby I curled up in bed with, the peace and serenity of that moment where time is measured breaths. If only life is like that slow, measured and calming.

It is my fault for having gastric

To continue working despite my hunger... Gosh I'm so hungry now.
Feeling very bad, unwell, uncomfortable and just plain awful.

No revision and test on friday

Salary adjustment- thats what I end up doing when I reach home. Mom had me draft the letter for her company last night.

There goes my revision.

Walking home

I'm glad I live on the surface and not like people in district 13 - making living underground. I like living on the surface because I look up and finds a rich midnight purple blanket, sprinkled by stars.

You know the theory that god is man's projection of himself? Do you think it is like how we see shapes in clouds and made up constellations like Scorpio?

Think I will sleep early today. Maybe when I reach home, at 12am.

Bedtime thoughts

Stares blankly, not sure what to write. Half formed thoughts floating about my head.

Finished the Hunger Games Trilogy and felt that I should re-read again bec there seem to be many hidden messages and perspective or am I thinking too much.

In a climate where people are discussing about the innocences (or lack of) of a girl who sleeps around, public systems seem to be still struggling to serve the tax payers, safety of taking soft drugs and the Olympics 100 days away.. I find myself oscillating between the lows and highs of my life. And sometimes detached and looking on as if its someone else's life.

Not sure if i am making sense... Eyes closing, sandman beckons.