Singing Sigh

Okay.
Week 8 onwards can be only described with one word and a sentence.
Busy.So much to do,so little time.
In about 6 weeks I will be finishing my final semester.Worse,I don't even know whether I should be glad or sad.
6 weeks later I might be doing something else or NOTHING (which I fear the most). But I'm sure I will do something.With the final year project hanging loose,no doubt I will face severe inner-self conflicts these days.At times like this,you'll need moral support from almost everyone and everything, whether they really say it straight to your face or not.

Whatever it is, it's going to put you in the brink of desperation.However,despite all worries and jeremiads,there's always something pleasant.
For our proficiency course,we're having this play.Nothing big.Still,it's super exciting.The part where everybody comes in and work together somehow make me reluctant to let go of everything.Suddenly,everything seems to precious that you feel like grabbing them all and put them in the refrigerator-so that the moments freeze and stay just as it is.
Good escape from Time huh?So to speak.Time goes on.It never waits.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.          -Mary Webb-

 Ah,funny though.It's ridiculous sometimes to think that you don't feel what you're supposed to when everyone else is into it.You're always the slow and unpredictable one.You can be insensitive at times when you're supposed to be sensitive and you're to blur to be true when you need to be 'awake'. Sui genesis? I don't think so. =P