MONDAY. SATURDAY. Blasted myself with songs. Juz in the mood to be blasted-off. 3 more months. Exactly. SUNDAY. Totally annoyed. Really blasted.
I don't need lots of surprises to fill my day to make it sweet and satisfied;
Juz little acts and simplicities to make me smile.
Smiling to end my night.
WEDNESDAY.
Zombie-fied.
Walking a 100-metre distance
As if treaching for 10-kilometre for 25 hours.
Eyes opened, brain-off,
Dazed.
Head on the arm,
Eyes shut, brain-off, hand holding a pen,
Dozed.
Pen slipped off the hand,
Drifted.
Into la-la land, heard nothing,
Warmth from the shawl.
Slept.
A (failed) attempt to study. Yupz.
FRIDAY.
"The Villa Bali"
It's really somewhere deep in somewhere. Kinda the first time I think I'll get lost going
somewhere alone. Of course, I wasn't there alone duh. If you can't drive and is a totally direction-less person, find someone who can do either-or to get there.