Bumped into liz just now going back from the canteen after dinner. Stopped for a chat. She had just come off a busy weekend seeing to her Grandfather's funeral. They weren't close so she wasn't that sad. Struck me as kind of ironic or even sad that the most significant thing to come out of her Grandfather's passing was that she could not hand up her essay in time and as a result will be marked down a grade.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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