Stayed at home the entire day today. Didn't do much mugging, as usual. A bit of maths, followed by frustration, and then the act of random stationery hitting the wall at high speeds, then music blasting out from a computer.
Rewatched love actually, thanks to Amanda. Such a nice movie. =)
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The amount of work I have left to do stays the same, while the time left before the promos is decreasing. Well, this doesn't look good. Not with distractions aplenty and complications abound.
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He was sad. Slightly flustered, in fact. After the void period, contact with her had decreased. Often, conversations would end abruptly, and they both barely had time to sustain one even when they had the time to start one.
His mind would often drift off in the middle of supposedly more important things, and he found himself thinking of her too often. Even if he was staring at the teacer, often the topic at hand was the last thing on his mind.
But he knew she wasn't the type to engage in earthly pleasures such as these at such a stage. No, her mind, just like her heart, was made of gold too. Besides, he was too much of a coward to approach such a subject directly. Then again, everytime he used the indirect approach things went screwy. Yet, he still longed to see her, to talk to her, to laugh to hear, even if his heart bled from the sheer feeling of helplessness of not being able to grab the apple of his eye when it was right in front of him.
Then he realised the feeling. She wasn't like any of the previous ones ; She warmed his heart, stimulated his mind and honeyed eyes. She didn't know it, and he wouldn't admit it, but he was in love with her.
But did it matter?
Rewatched love actually, thanks to Amanda. Such a nice movie. =)
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The amount of work I have left to do stays the same, while the time left before the promos is decreasing. Well, this doesn't look good. Not with distractions aplenty and complications abound.
---
He was sad. Slightly flustered, in fact. After the void period, contact with her had decreased. Often, conversations would end abruptly, and they both barely had time to sustain one even when they had the time to start one.
His mind would often drift off in the middle of supposedly more important things, and he found himself thinking of her too often. Even if he was staring at the teacer, often the topic at hand was the last thing on his mind.
But he knew she wasn't the type to engage in earthly pleasures such as these at such a stage. No, her mind, just like her heart, was made of gold too. Besides, he was too much of a coward to approach such a subject directly. Then again, everytime he used the indirect approach things went screwy. Yet, he still longed to see her, to talk to her, to laugh to hear, even if his heart bled from the sheer feeling of helplessness of not being able to grab the apple of his eye when it was right in front of him.
Then he realised the feeling. She wasn't like any of the previous ones ; She warmed his heart, stimulated his mind and honeyed eyes. She didn't know it, and he wouldn't admit it, but he was in love with her.
But did it matter?
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