Drops of moonlight. A packed bus of loneliness. The bus-stop opposite the Old SMU is a trigger for the memories, from months before. But before I lapse again into painful reminiscing, I remind myself of my conversation with sarah last night and how it becomes less painful for me when I start to view her actions as selfishness. "I am disappointed in you and your hollow promises." Maybe that is how it has to be, how I should think.


Concave Scream is playing on the hi-fi. Thanks Henry. Wondering if I should add some colour to my hair. This is a busy week. JB with Anna and Claire on Thurs. RH Dinner and Dance on Friday. Futsal tourney at the cage on Sat. Yet I have little enthusiasm. Somehow it feels like I will just be going through the motions.