My ship of hopes.

Hello! Watched MU yesterday and it was fucking adorable. I’m a happy child. ^^ Came back later than I promised to and got away with it. Wow. Found my not-so-pretty progress report inconspicuously slipped between other letters, read the lecturers’ comments (and felt like slapping some idiots), spent a few hours rotting away and finally hit the hay. Woke up pleasantly surprised that neither parents expressed dissatisfaction towards my results (though, of course, they were nothing near exhilarated). I suspect that they recently decided to brush up on their parenting skills, and if they are they sure are doing a fantastic job. Hehe.

Speaking of my results, I sure fucked sem exam up big time. Guess I was really pretty distracted especially right before the exam period, plus I was barely working on my subjects before that. I hope the lecturers don’t say stupid things to my parents during PTM and ruin my life. I will get my shit together soon, promise.


There’s just a last wall I can’t seem to tear down. Because I know we are different, deep down. It’s what we are deep down that matters, right? Something tells me we are not the same, and we won’t be. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me.


You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away–
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and–
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart–
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

You are tired, by e.e. cummings


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