'we might as well be strangers by keane'

the time is brought to you by raymond-weil.

(the clock just chimed)

ladeeda. its been a while since i last typed that out.

ladeeda. this song brings back memories of when i began school last august. it was last august - a past full of hope and aspirations. is the present any different? fasure it is. wouldnt yours be? the only constant is change and you sure need no sane breathing adult to acknowledge that. the present is definitely altered. ive heard of unions, splits, births, deaths, the lots- be it personal or public. and i dont have to mention that its been going on even before last august. routine is boring ya. same old same old every day. yet it brings relief, a sense of control over our reality. a sense of power over our day. and yet, routines are never quite routine if you ponder over it for whatever time you can spare to think of such trivialities. ay.

what am i rambling about at this hour? gdness.

youd best be off to the books dear. it is afterall the ninth week and youre far from the desired destination. best be off to the books now. ay ay. in good time. yes but its the ninth week- how else am i to put it across to you that time is slipping through your fingers. best be using whatever time you have left with purpose, with objectives, with a destination. uhuh fasure. will do. got it. yes ma'am. now scram, im typing. why is this the gratitude i get from expressing my concern over you and your future. many thanks love, many thanks. dont mention it love, now leave. as you command but i will be here no matter your attitude towards me for i am a part of you.

thanks raudha.

take care all.