cosybay

was at cosybay for the first time ever yesterday with the cousins. i felt the past few weeks melt away in dinner at king satay with F, at nectarine (sp?) with KS and at cosybay.
at last, at long last, i think i've repeated this in all my blogs, but at long last, the setting of the exam paper is 99% done, the 4 mass lectures which saw me waking at 5.30am with palpitations and nightmares that whatever could have gone wrong would go wrong. strangely enough, i survived with little harm. or perhaps i am just delusional.

i didn't manage to walk along the bridge of dreams this time round.

sometimes, it seems like he never left. she would wake up in the mornings, the promise of a bright and sunny day ahead streaming into her mind. the sheets, the smell of the morning as a beautiful breeze drifted in - they were all the same. the cold floor tiles still felt the same as she padded around her bedroom. his bottles of wine still remain on the shelves, unopened. his coffee cup hasn't been drunk from since the day he sipped casually from it. on ordinary days, she'd watch television, half a mind on the television and half a mind on what was to occupy her for that day. term papers? they were typed out on the laptop at cafes along business districts, dreams drifting in the air. inhaling, inhaling.