The cat and mouse game...
Somehow cleaning the toilet felt kinda therapeutic. Ditto to clearing the huge pile of clothes on the bed.
Slowly.. bits and pieces of the previously unexplained unfold as I tread on each step, each milestone, while I discover the world.
I know there is one person I can count on to spurt nonsense incessantly anytime of the day and cheer me up with all the lame idiotic antics he's so infamously associated with :)
There are always two sides to a story.
My marvelous lecturer only added the 'Subscribe to this podcast' function 2 weeks to the end of the semester -.-
Is there an unjustifiable fear in taking the initiative to unravel the other side,
Why does it seem like I'm getting very irked recently by people around me? It's more than just the end of a semester - it's the portend of a person's true colours. Black face syndrome time haha.
or is it sheer pride (or whatever's left) hindering the seek of answers? Wait, answers to... what?
The throat is KILLING me.