25 pages reading + 100 words reflective comments,

1500 essay on The Tempest/Poetry Response.

General News Reporting: Hard News Story &

PR Quiz.

Fml thank you.

Imagine me and you, you and me.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,

Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,

That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,

Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,

The clouds methought would open, and show riches

Ready to drop upon me; when I wak'd,

I cried to dream again.

( Karen Flagstad -III.ii.133-41)

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Gareth's 21st!

This weekend marks another 21st & 3 weekends down.

I'm starting to like being here more, for reasons only Melissa will know.

Btw, Van's coming down to Melb to visit during my mid-sem break!!! I couldn't express how elated I was when she broke the news to me so I cried. Tears of joy! This mid-sem break is gonna be a good one! :D

{p.s. In case you're wondering why the 'lady' in the above picture looks so much like a man, its because he is}

Today's one of those days I wish I could turn back time and find our love back again once more.

Do you believe in love lost, love found?

Because we are young.

I've had a beautiful weekend. Hope yours was as marvellous.

Back in business.

You are all that I long for.

It is you that I have been searching for all my life.

The dull pages of my life were splashed with colour when I found you.

The passion for living that you ignited within my heart still grows.

This moment is for you. My heart and my mind is focused on one thing; To seek you, to press through the crowd, to pursue you until I am locked in your embrace.

I know that in your presence is fullness of Joy,

in your presence is wisdom and knowledge and love.

I will run, I will climb, I will go.

There is nothing that can hold me back.

I am yours and you are mine.

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{Spongebob down under!}

Been back for a week. It hasn't been all good but it's getting better. School has been rather kind to me thus far, in a sense that I'm not piled up in a shit load of work. Yet. The weather on the other hand has been such a pain. Everyday it's just layers after layers. I'm not interested in dressing up anymore. All I want to do is keep myself warm underneath those cashmere and wool. I don't really want to cook because I feel so uninspired to do so. My room's still in a mess plus now I have an additional clothing rack to take up more room in my tiny space.

In short, it feels like I'm starting all over again, except this time I'm starting out stronger.

I want you, beyond poetry.

I am feeling suicidal.

The last week of my self-declared holiday is supposed to filled with coffee-sipping while people-watching, relaxing and not thinking of school. But instead, not only am I feeling so guilt-ridden, I am down with a cold, have a slightly swollen eye and found out that I have an assignment due next wednesday; a day after I arrive back in melb. I need all the well wishes I can get. I have zero courage nor strength to dive into this semester.

Whine and whine and whine. I revel in that I must say.

Signing off with a heavy weight on me,

M.