party capital

comme un oiseau sans ailes
je vole vers le ciel mais j'sais que
la vie est belle

.

i am frequently struck by parallels. like how she's sought solace in jay chou during these times of stress and duress, while i've dug out french rapper mc solaar's mp3s and put them on replay. or how yam and i are both having our last exams on monday.

been feeling a tad lonely and kinda anti-social this week in my flat. it's just not nice to wake up in the morning, enter the kitchen and see like 3, 4 of your flatmates proclaiming about how brilliant/amazing/so fun a time they had clubbing the night before. in the middle of the exam period.

it's like seeing a lovely box of godiva chocolates on the table but knowing you can't touch them because otherwise, each piece of chocolate you taste will make you 1kg heavier.

stupid analogy i know, but the drift is there. maybe i'm jealous, maybe i'm envious.

being the odd one out so often can do that to you.