buried beneath countless piles of textbooks, notes, subject guides and journals, one still has to try to reach for that small glimmer of ray peeking through the rubble. i guess i'm willing to give up a saturday night with Grinblatt or Titman for that mere few hours of pure blasting music in Zouk (not forgetting the booze maybe?)

i need to be with more breathing entities, to make sure i am breathing too...

past | present

breathe - 2009-07-15
random - 2009-07-11
rantings of an evolving bitchy queen - 2009-07-07
缺德的贱人... - 2009-06-29
exactly the same thoughts... - 2009-06-20