emo memo shemo ! i think im freaking saturated with the clubroom and the people and everything that goes on inside. nothing muchs been happening, at all, im just sian, for lack of a better word (and its true theres no english equivalent to sian).
the people are nice, good, and harmless. just that things are getting predictable and i dont feel like waking up on a sofa in a room with grey walls these days. so im trying not to stayover, even if i hang out late in the room and its alittle insane for a cashstrapped girl to be cabbing home in the dead of the night but STILL i do cos i really didnt feel like bathing in the common toilets again, walking back the flights of stairs and back into the greyroom. sheesh i think we need some new colourful things to adorn the room.
helphelp.
i knew this is a phase i’ll go through and im not at all surprised im going through an im-sick-of phase and i know that i’ll get through this in due time (theres no other way, anyhow) but right now, right now im feeling all emo memo.
im dying to bake, to grocery-shop, to drink strawberry milk while watching oprah and to have proper dinners. WHINE.

The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine
beirut is goodshite.
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