As the clock skips

I’ve set my clock to an hour earlier, from Greenwich Mean Time to British Summer Time. So now, I will be 7 hours behind home.
The room is quiet, and so is Lufbra, for my roomie has left for Ireland, and the rest have gone back home for Easter.
Somehow, it feels strange that I’m halfway thru my semester in Lufbra, 4 days to Italy, 3 weeks to Amsterdam.

Laying in bed, watching “My Best Friend’s Wedding”, whilst browsing through recipes to prepare for tomorrow’s international dinner with the other exchange students…i think i should go with deviled eggs, since it’s going to be easter soon!

I miss home, not homesick. But I’m positive I miss home. I miss being able to talk to people I love face to face, being able to hear their voices. It’s somehow very different to communicate thru emails and all. Ironically, at the same time, I’m getting use to settling in, in this place which I regarded as the unfamiliar just mere 8 weeks ago– Dinner parties, laughing at the drunkards in the clubs, exchanging fashion advice. Undoubtedly, friendships have been formed (I even loaned 2 pairs of shoes out this Spring.. and I guess it’s worth it ..afterall, I loaned them out cos the gals needed good stilettoes to watch Moulin Rouge in Paris. Ok, I usual..)
But this feeling is pretty surreal. I feel that I’m drifting away from my familiar surroundings, and at the same time, getting closer to the unfamiliar…neither here nor there. Sometimes, I ask myself where I belong..

Almost 9 weeks in the UK, and I’m thankful…

Psst. I’m really tired, but I insist on finishing the movie.. guess I’m that stubborn.

“If you love someone, you say it. You say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by..” — My Best Friend’s Wedding.


A lot like love

Just as I’m beginning to like you, you’re moving away from me.

Postsecret Sunday/ Art


Living life is an art.


I should go to bed.

And leave today behind.

Beautiful Mess

beautiful_mess_by_nanaphotography (credits to nanaphotography)

You’ve got the best of both worlds.
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man, and lift him back up again.
You are strong but you’re needy, humble but you’re greedy.
And based on your body language, and shoddy cursive I’ve been reading,
Your style is quite selective, though your mind is rather reckless.

Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is.
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write kind of turn themselves into knives.
And don’t mind my nerve you could call it fiction.
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear.
‘Cause here we are, here we are.

Although you were biased, I love your advice.
Your comebacks they’re quick, and probably have to do with your insecurities.
There’s no shame in being crazy,
depending on how you take these words I’m paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging.

Through timeless words, and priceless pictures, we’ll fly like birds, out of this earth.
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure, but that’s no concern when we’re wounded together.
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts.
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Tell me,
I’m your beautiful mess.

Only when I sleep

You’re only just a dreamboat sailing in my head.
You swim my secret oceans of coral blue and red.
It’s only when I sleep, I see you in my dreams.
You got me spinning round and round, turning upside-down.

Postsecret Sunday/ Someday, we will know


Being skeptical, scared and for not being able to trust.
I may run away.

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