Sunday, September 25, 2005

Wake me up when September ends

He just went out the door and I miss him already.

So Saturday has passed with nary a relaxed moment. My mind is filled with Econolingo. Yes, when you are feverishly delirious (and I don't mean in a good way), you start inventing words that make no sense, but which are short and sweet in summarizing everything that you feel. -Substitution effect, indifference curve, marginal-everything, wages, labour, factor input, output, consumer surplus- No biggie if you aced econs all the way, but don't forget I am the recipient of that big fat D. D is also for D'oh :(

In Nairda's words, It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

It never ends, does it? Just when you think you've gotten through the long and winding tunnel, a hopelessly high wall stares you in the face. Point blank, no less. Yes, no prizes if you guessed, I am getting pessimistic again. I think I'm the sort of person who puts too much thought into every single thing I read in my textbooks; I say this because I've realized I always have to refer to what I just finished reading once something further ahead causes me conflicting or related confusion. i'm not that dumb, am I?

I'm always dreaming.

I need St. Gallen once more. Waking up to French toast in the pan. Slipping on thick layers of sweaters and coats, cussing at the cold. Ovomaltine bars squashed in my bag. A hot-cross bun for lunch. Supermarketing with HuiKie, Kenneth (Ben was always MIA) and buying frosted flakes with mybeloved. Laughing at Puffy's incompetence. Pints before and after dinner. King/Pope Carl and his moredrinks-moregirls mantra. Weekend trips to places we could only dream about before. My first time in Europe- with mybeloved, no less.

Where are you mybeloved? Where are you?


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