sleeping sometimes serves as a form of escape no matter where it may be. its is an art that some may not be able to cultivate but others are able to adopt. i present to you the picture right above this post. sleeping so soundly at the mrt station just like illegal immigrants granted a one-way trip ticket to the "all singaporean dream". what in the world?!
i'll make this short seeing as to how the other posts were kinda lenghty. mr norrell and jonathan strange the book i am reading now its turning out to be quite the read. i really like it.
school's okay. projects are staring to amount to stress. friends are okay. work as usual is quite the pain.