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unwrapped

everyone's more or less home now. the last few days saw people streaming out of the accommodation blocks with throes of luggage behind them. families came down by the bulk in cars and everything that have accumulated over the term were thrown into the boot. the house is slowly emptying itself out too. there are like 5 of us left now. it was nice seeing parents come into the house and helping their kids pack up. billy's french mum was such a sweet lady. and the singaporeans are more or less home already, save for bwendy who's heading to birmingham airport now.

so a term has more or less ended and i survived it fine. workload's manageable and the friends made here were beyond reproach. it was a good first term. now that everyone's more or less gone, i'm really feeling the void that was here on the first week of international orientation. but yes. there's the europe trip to look forward to.

life's opening up itself these last few days. i'm confronting issues that make me uneasy on one end, yet on the other, really warms me up. the comforting notion of acceptance makes the issue far less complicated. but it's gonna be different back home. my head's pretty much a conflictual creature by itself, and i hate not knowing what to do, or say.

half light - athlete


The sun got stuck, as it's making it's way back down,
We find ourselves, in a familiar part of town

And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you

So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And i'll take you there with me

My head crashed down, air conditioned myself to sleep,
The great night out, that will continue to the end of the week

And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you

So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And i'll take you there with me

It's you and me connected to a satellite
It's you and me love through a machine
It's you and me connected to a satellite
It's you and me love through a machine

So when I see you next we'll make the most of it,
Tell the sun to start moving again,
The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips,
And I'll take you there with me

“unwrapped”