Hope, dangles on a string,
like slow spinning redemption.
Winding in and winding out,
the shine of it has caught my eye.
And roped me in,
So mesmerizing and so hypnotizing.
I am captivated, I am ...

See the icy-blue picture? So cold, so...blue? It describes my Monday almost perfectly.

Merely a week, yet already accustomed to waking up _{-later than 630am-}, lazing around in the house, meeting up with pals in the late noon, returning home only until way after the sun sets, going off to bed late. Ahh~ I miss my past week's life.

Somebody remind me how lucky I am to have a school to go to, to be educated, etc etc etc. Somebody forward me a damn mail again.





It's okay Rachel. Only 6 weeks to go before the next holidays. Only ☺