i guess i said i was ready to start studying again at 1.45am in the morning but hey, i lied. it's sort of difficult, having had two major literature exams today - 19th century and American Lit if anyone's interested - and one yesterday, trying hard to press the mental delete button. it doesn't help that there's sappy love songs playing on the radio at the moment and i've just finished watching a sexandthecity episode in which new york city gets turned into a beautiful blanket of white, padded cloak clad structures and all. i am drawn back again into shimmery sidewalks and quiet carousels, of walking arm in arm.

how am i supposed to tackle this pain of tired peoples' faces and quiet nights consuming dead text? i don't know, but this too, shall pass, as with my uncertainty and frustrations. i'm glad i have people as weird as i am to share my days with, especially the tiresome study days. give me a hug without me asking for it, will ya?

funny how i can write so much rubbish in such a short time. helps if you're a literature major, i suppose. and only lit majors unwind from lit exams by reading new books. haha. i'm going to clear out the reading list on the right after my exams, to be replaced with a new plethora of fun books for leisure as well as books for next semester, which is just over a (shriek!!) month away to plan. struggle with the bloody cors program again, so looking forward to it, aren't we?

the atmosphere is cold with monsoon rains
the faces drawn with meagre sleep
the clatter chains of answers yet unsold
in morninged nights the children weep

the heat rises with the foggy smells
of soil swept pavements and gravelled tar
the tick tock ticking of time untrammelled
tears beat on tops of glossy cars

we sit alone and yet surrounded
the darkness suddenly beckons warm
we sit huddled in cold room corners
and silent howls begin to calm

it fits the system it fits the scheme
how they have swept our slates all clean
how addicted we are to caffeine
how sad our thoughts which go unseen.