Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
argh
darn stressed.. because of studies. but because of some friendship problems.. sigh...
argh... dun wanna be on her 'hate' list... but no reply to my sms, not picking my call.. like a real life drama.. cant believe this is happening to me..
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