Sunday, May 24, 2009

Yes.. I resurfaced...

I've been living in a small hole underground for the past couple of weeks. Not a real one, a metaphorical one. Can that be used as a metaphor in the first place? I am not good at metaphors.

So anyways, my life has been one rush after another the past couple of days. School has been hectic and I haven't had a groomed or pampered look on my face for as long as I can remember. I need some serious TLC. Dear Summer Holidays, please note that I am waiting very impatiently for you to get here!

I started going to the gym! :D Well, only last night. It was fun and there weren't a bunch of people there to look upon me as I made a huge fool of myself. I'm going tonight too. Pray that I don't make a fool of myself.

The season finale of Grey's Anatomy made me cry in two ways: out of joy and in pure sorrow. Izzie CANNOT die! Or George! Seriousy... It won't be the same without all that.

I've got studying to do... I don't feel like it though. Ancient Sri Lankan history isn't my thing, probably because I can't pronounce any of my names. And it's filled with secret plots, adultery and marriages in families... Oh well...

Wish me luck.. I've got exams coming up and I am not excited. -_-

Friday, May 1, 2009

A Million Little Pieces

The Young Man went to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
There's nothing you can do.
it can't be fixed.
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.