i am the flower you are the seed
we walked in the garden; we planted a tree
don’t try to find me,
please don’t you dare
just live in my memory, you’ll always be there
- heart

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listening to this song made me (almost) nostalgic.
cos i was wondering where i first heard this song,
then i realized that it was part of my friday nights, or saturdays nights too if you will.
i still remembered the time when my only agenda was just to work my ass off.
i dont know if i still have the energy or agenda do it anymore.
maybe i'm lazy, maybe i'm getting old.

home on the wednesday night,
stuck with an ulcer that makes makes me talk like i have a lisp,
a headache that appeared after my nap,
and a slice of banana cake and a blueberry muffin.
okay the last two things are necessarily bad things,
but i'm too full to even think of them.
i should start eating lesser because lately i have been stuffing my face,
and not even with things i'm enjoying.
just because its there, and maybe even moral obligation to have dinner at home.
i have honestly no complaints to have dinner at home,
but sometimes when i get too full, i question why i ate in the first place.

its quite scary to think about the next three weeks.
after looking at today's schemes from a coupla of good students at the de-briefing,
i'm worried, complete with a good dollop of inadequacy.
i have to buck up really, because thats the only way up.
LE SIGH.

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