Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The depth.

I would say, this post is a creation of abruptness. Merely a surging urge to submit an entry. Following this, I would head to bed in hopes of catching an early night.

My brain isn't exactly at its brightest moment now so my many thoughts are practically quite cloudy now. I don't even know where to begin. With every passing second along with every bat of my eye, different thoughts are flashing across my head.

Despite being dozy now, I am positively sure that the instant I plonk myself onto my bed, the daily routine of tossing and turning would commence. It is difficult to settle in and disconnect from my train of thoughts. My mind isn't in a soporific state for me to slip into slumber with a snap of fingers. This has been continuing sporadically since days days back.
PERCHANCE I NEED MY COUGH SYRUP.

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