I remember the first time you talked to me. I nearly choked on my drink when you plopped yourself down on the bench an enthusiastically said 'HI!'. We've been friends ever since. We argue over the silliest things, and not a day goes by without us squabbling. It's been 3 years since we called each other friend and I never thought in my wildest dream, that you would be there for me when no one else was. We've been through some really rough times, and there were times I was so angry at you I could've strangled you, there were times I was so angry, I'd say mean things about you. And I want to say, I'm sorry. I might not have been the sincerest of friends, and I would really like to apologise. You are officially the first bestfriend I made at Ngee Ann.

Beautiful or what?This is my favourite poem so far.Yeats is a true wonder.I love how the poem has such a strong message,yet delivered so delicately.beautiful,beautiful imageries.it caught my breath the first time I heard it on fighting spiders.

So question is,should I start blogging about my dreams?I'm definitely not on meds,yet I seem to have ALOT of vivid dreams.(you know,cause the side effects of some drugs are vivid dreams..cool shit,huh?)and they're really interesting as well.I've dreamt of this dude named Hafiz twice already,and I don't even personally know anyone named Hafiz,for the love of God!it scares me sometimes.oh bollockyshitwanker!(yea thats from skins)I'm supposed to be at the park now.not even dressed.bzz...

xoxo

ain