Today, I looked out of the window, and saw this awesome cloud formation right in front of my window, sprawled across the sky. It looks like a flat white sheet, and cirrus bits forming a detailed pattern across its length, and gentle wisps far right where the cloud has ended.

It’s so pretty!

Now I feel recharged to take the day once again. Sale of Goods beckons! (:

Fairy Lights make me feel happy.
Little shining bulbs of vunderful colours, which flicker in beats and rhythms.

We ordered pizza in tonight, and the lady at the other end of the telephone asked me, Would I like some garlic bread and some wedges with my order at 1.99 each?

I said yes, even though I didn’t quite know why I did so.

Swirls and swirls of dusty, grey clouds cover the entirety of the sky, blocking all light from the sun, and casting the land with shadows as far as the eye can see.

It has been a depressing day in Sheffield today, incessant rain, and strong gales, and the need to seek that ray of sunlight, of warmth.

Please go away, the dark demons of the sky, and make me feel happy again.

Such a long time since the last update. I’ve long been back in Sheffield, and have watched the trees around turn from green to a patchwork of red and gold leaves, and now, watching them fall leaf by leaf to the ground, in anticipation for the harsh cold of Winter.

Well, it has been one whirlwind summer for me. Of revelations, of heart wrenching stuff, of skeletons which were hiding in dark musty closets, them revealing themselves to the world in a flurry of evony bones and dried sinews, and of tears and anger and resignation.

All in all, it’s good to be back in dear old Sheffield. Yeah, I miss being around the family, the aunt, the kids, and the dad, and the late night shenanigans, and random prata outings, but it’s good to be back. Physically away from all the horrible things that are now kept hidden at the back of my mind, till it’s time to sweep the thin layer of dust that’s accumulated on them little boxes of “To Be Cleared” and deal with them. Till then, it’s all good.

Packing, packing. And now, the room is empty!

No more postcards and random things stuck onto the walls. No more cluttered table. No more textbooks staring ominously from the shelves! And the room -actually- feels echoey.

Last night here in Q74. Next school year, I’d be in L54. I’m gonna miss it here! the vantage point I have over the opposite blocks, especially!

But oh wells, if things got to change, they gotta change!

This will be a good summer (: And I can’t wait to go home (: to all my dearest friends back home.and random afflictions of prata craving, and chilling out at Happy Daze.

<3

Oh btw, exams went well. But totally forgot one topic of insanity, which I blanked out and stoned. And couldn't remember anything except the case name 0_0 but who freaking cares. (:

Hopefully the examiner thinks I did ok as well! wooo~

The exams suck Ok. I don’t think that, I KNOW that. ):

And I’m falling sick. Someone, just kill me now. ):

I don’t think I can cram another case into my damned head, but I still got Land to go, so now, all I want to do is kill myself and hope a miracle will make it all better.

But i know that will never happen, and therefore I have to sit here, and slowly forcefeed myself with information till I suffer form a brain hemorrhage and die a horrible death.

DIE, EXAMS, DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE. D:

Actually, it wasn’t a hiatus. More like a I am bored with life, and I need something to do before I die of boredom kind of state, and nothing much’s happening.

But amsterdam made it all better. (:
Thanks Jas for a lovely wonderful time, and I laughed so much that it was enough for the next month. We were both cackling witches weren’t we? (:

Ok, back to essays!

Love you darling, always and always. <3

• 250g love
• 250g humour
• 250g sexual attraction
• 500ml admiration and respect for one another
• 500g intellectual parity
• 1 small pinch of in-laws, unless to your taste, in which case, add more
• 1 reasonable budget
• A generous dash of teamwork
• 4 tsp. of readiness to admit fault
• 250g each confidence and encouragement
• 1 large or several small interests and hobbies in common
• 250g delight in each other
• Seperate bathrooms (budget permitting)

Sift all ingredients and remove any lumps of jealousy, accounting of wrongs, grudge- bearing, point scoring, temper or accusation. Stir in frequent portions of healthy and satisfying marital sex. Pour in generous servings of love and bake over many years in the steady warmth of affection, mutual respect and desire.

– taken from “Mrs Zhivago of Queen’s Park” by Olivia Lichtenstein.