cos we are a pair of apples

and so the lack of posts has ended. i could barely type what with the sprained thumb and exhaustion from staying in and making love to a life of academic toil. i would like to think that i am better re: the thumb but there were bouts of numbness and pain rising from 'complex' hand movements these past few days. looking at its current state, feel like 3 weeks would be enough for full recovery. and also: planned a meeting with the ortho on the first wednesday of january, so if it doesn't get better by then the self might finally give in to marrying the spica via civil ceremony (oh, the joy~)

thursday was a day of past routine. the morning was devoted to an indispensable appreciation of leo tolstoy via reading anna karenina. went to nigs in the afternoon, met with cesca & monica, and dined out at the sun room cafe with louise afterwards. only a few people were there that night— a man immersed in his stack of academic books and two girls heartily stuffing the air with vibrant conversations of the everyday life. the location of our seats was cloistered like a hidden cove in a cacophonous island, and from where we were, the festive street can be brilliantly observed right through the window glass

we were back at cesca's place by 10 pm. continued playing 'killer killer' with louise, while hugging our feet for warmth and subsequently diving into the medieval world of rakshasha in sims medieval, and for added fun, we deviously changed the rules (the loser is now smeared with loose powder ever so zealously performed by monica&louise btw also that's a tandem haha).


the young night gave birth to this, but the memory lives and the heart throbs against the warm skin


the next day, friday:

yes, i'm a 20-year old college student
living inside the body of an 8-year od