HELP!

nearly 24 hours after
and the only advancement i did for my dlk assignment was to reconstruct my thesis statement.

i have no idea how to go about writing those moves, structuring the rest of my essay or even start on it.

im not even feeling the topic im supposed to be writing on.

hopefully, after dinner at nenek's place, it'll get me motivated.

move (pun intended) me.

its valentine's everyday -

if there's love in the world.

if you had one wish, what would it be?

it was a rare sight to see
the sister's bed unmade in the morning.
so i got up and headed to the next room ..

.. to see her in her unbathed state, furiously hitting the keyboard.
she had taken half-day to work on her nearly overdue TMA.












did you spot what she was wearing?
let's take a closer look ..




how ironic.

the best sleep - since the longest time ever.

















we made through THE wednesday.

its crazy.
just got off the phone with nurul
who is still at civic centre
with ila, working on their stuff.












i have never thought about the saying,
'what a small world'
till i learnt of something today.









on a side note:
i saw him step out of the classroom
and i cant help noticing he was growing a little goatee.
and this heart kinda whispered ..

.. man, he looks so good.

i would like to experience:

the victoria falls of zimbabwe

the taj mahal of india

the masjidil haram of saudi arabia

the lakes of canada

the great wall of china

the grand canyon of arizona

the countryside of england

the cherry blossoms of japan

the burj al arab of dubai

the mountains of switzerland

the beaches of hawaii

the pyramids of giza

the colosseum of rome

anyone can easily walk away from somebody else.

nobody is forced to stay; we all have choices.

but the real test is if someone would rather stay with you,

even though walking away would be so much easier.

reblogged from harlequinn via runawaytrain

Epigram

blogut:

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)