I wish I poo clouds

I only ever wanted to speak poems, unforgettable lyrics, about my nights (and days and mornings) with whoever. That time was sublime. Of course.

Night study with Berly was productive, did like some SEA hist and math graph sketching. Stress is a big word thrown around quite frequently, I'd like to think. I may have used the word countless times in the past. But I think the full weight of the word has begun to take its toll on me. But of course, I'm not about to give the run-of-the-mill details of what I have (or haven't, for that matter) touched on for the impending Prelims. Gah. Because I knwo that everyone's life sucks and, well just get on with life. I SHALL.

Writing yourself a testimonial, though, is one of the most.. absurd things that I've ever heard. In fact, I was so amused I wrote Berly a testimonial. Words like "conscientious" and "listening ear" or even "helping hand" were in abundance. For "lollipop talk and fluffy language" sake. When Berly gets into like some Uni she's going to realise how lucky she is to have a friend like me. She'll even appreciate "go-to-girl" (doubt it). haha

Okay enough with my average tired life.
Farewell my concubine.