What's with shaking beds and flickering lights in camps?

For the first time in many months since I lost my faith, I found myself silently praying again. I didn't even bother during the tumultous uni apps period, but this time I was so freaking worried for you I couldn't help myself. I've always thought those NS tales were entertaining, but it spooks me to no end when it comes to someone dear. It didn't help that it was happening while we were communicating too. Heh.

Sometimes I can't help comparing him to Fifi. 2 years of on and off friendship compared to 6 years of unadulterated bestfriendship. Sigh. It's been 5 months and all I got from him is a pathetic phonecall and the occasional reluctant replies to my affectionate smses. So I guess the absence of his name on this blog goes to show that I've long thrown in the towel. No one waits forever. |

about

Currently eighteen, and waiting for my angsty phase to run out. I'm a slave to books, to unfortunate circumstances like "exams" and "assignments". My expertise is my 100 decibel scream and barking laughter. I'm profoundly in love with NYC, and there isn't a second in which I don't wish for a life there.

This is not entertainment nor a place too seek for deep musings.This is the highly selective, highly biased, highly opinionated account of my life. I just write, as I feel. No, not think. Feel.

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