life's mean reds.

perhaps now that my room is all cleared out,im surprised at how overwhelmingly white my room looks; perhaps with my next door roommate gone, the sudden realization that the people that had made sydney beautiful have almost all gone. perhaps the speech of a sister to her beloved brother on his big day that marked a new journey,both exciting,exhilarating, yet almost wistful; perhaps that warm fuzzy feeling i felt last night when 4 amazing people moved my monstrous 12 boxes of junk that i managed to accumulate within the span of a year (or 8 months to be precise). perhaps it was that last icecream meeting at coogee on wednesday with someone ive poured out my heart so much too over the year; or perhaps it was about feeling so comfortable in another's presence that doing the simplest things become a memory etched in one's heart. awesome coursemates:) (my daily supplements:P) my once a week dose of sanity and love:) housemates:) dan and fat:):) karen's handmade wedding cake

pardon my excessive sudden blogging binge.and my current obsession over words. it's just that words are something that makes my life the way it is.words written, heard, spoken.words thought about, mulled over.words sung. words recited from a script, or words that come spontaneously on a quiet night alone. words that bring a smile to others.words that break hearts. what if words were to disappear one day? i dont mean voices and the lyrics of the songs i know so well. i mean words itself. funny how our minds always seem to be conditioned to ignore the very things that we should be treasuring.

when sorry is the worst word you can say, but the only word you can muster with that little courage you have.

what does it mean when people say that they are speechless? that words seem to escape their minds before they leave through their lips? or that words are simply too many to form comprehensible statements? how painful it gets when words turn elusive.

thought i blogged about sth that im terribly deprived of this sem>.< always wanted to have one of these when i was younger, but my mum never allowed, for fear that i might roll down the bunk every night.ha, not an unwarranted fear though.forbidden fruit tastes sweet; probably why im still in love with them today:)

so im back in the library, using free wireless after my exams.after 8 months. haha.funny how everything always ends where it begins.

typical conversations with my mum --ingredient x i cant tell u how similar this is to my life>.<