A nothingness.

Skip this if you do not want to read plain stuff.

Firstly, I have no idea why I'm writing this at 12 in the morning.

Semester two has started. I'm afraid I don't know what to feel. I feel nothing really. I know works are working their way to me; FSC, assignments, exam results, kem and projects. But I feel absolutely nothing. I'm in my room now, at the hostel but I feel like I'm at home.

I guess it's just the holidays. Holidays made you a bit 'wacky' so it takes time to adjust back to the school routine. Let the first week tells me what to expect but that means I'm putting too much pressure on the first week.

I must get busy. Distractions sometimes keep me sane.

The dreaded clarification.

(via sfbsc)

One small but wrong step could put in a great danger. I am just another sinful human. My patience is thinning. Before things got worse, this is what I should do. I'm quite a hoarder so it's time to burn it all out. Here's to the clarification that I once thought is not necessary and prefer not to do. I do feel sorry for doing this, but do you?

I, hereby, clarify that there is absolutely                      .

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On a happier side, thank you for reading.

Too late to see it.

Sometimes the Internet could be a very vicious thing.

I'm glad I don't live there anymore.

Set me free.

At least, I'm glad I saw that.

I'm gonna do it. You just wait, my friend.

Too bad the umpteenth time is not a charm.

Farewell. for real.

Skinny love.

Originally by Bon Iver. Covered by Birdy. The song that made Bella Ferraro who she is now.

Come on skinny love just last the year,

Pour a little salt we were never here,

My my my, my my my, my-my my-my

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.

Tell my love to wreck it all,

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall,

My my my, my my my, my-my my-my

Right in the moment this order's tall.

And I told you to be patient,

And I told you to be fine,

And I told you to be balanced,

And I told you to be kind,

And in the morning I'll be with you,

But it will be a different kind,

'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets,

And you'll be owning all the fines.

Come on skinny love, what happened here?

Suckle on the hope in light brassieres,

My my my, my my my, my-my my-my

Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.

And I told you to be patient,

And I told you to be fine,

And I told you to be balanced,

And I told you to be kind,

And now all your love is wasted,

Then who the hell was I?

'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches,

And at the end of all your lines.

Who will love you?

Who will fight?

And who will fall far behind?

Come on skinny love,

My my my, my my my, my-my my-my

My my my, my my my, my-my my-my.

I've been thinking about the lyrics for many days now. I don't know why but I don't see this song as a love song. Though Justin Vernon himself hinted that it might be true. I think there's much more to the lyrics. I think it's quite similar to the Swan Song by A Fine Frenzy. It's something else.

Anyway, I've always like challenging lyrics (particularly from Bon Iver) and poetry. I think this is the kind of writing that should be in the literature book. I'd be more glad to learn literature if they put stuff like this. I don't know where this post is going but I've got to say, I like literature. It's just that how we learn literature now is not a good way to introduce this interesting arts to the students. This takes us back to the exam-oriented 'stuff', which is not what I want to talk about.

I think people need to give literature a chance. Or, maybe painting interpretation, which I've always fail to do. Paintings are hard to interpret. There's so much going on you don't know where to begin. Anyway, I like stuff like these. I think I might need to write a post about my view on how language is treated nowadays 'cause I think language deserves more appreciation than what they get now. Haa, let's just hope I'll be rajin enough to write ;)

Happy holidays, people!