Finally. I can smell freedom. The lavendery scent of calm. Peace... for at least for the next 48hrs.
I truly wonder how I managed to survive these past few days. Bruised and battered, but not yet dead. Maybe even slightly stronger from it. Haiz. Involuntary conditioning.
Tonight is the last nite! Have you been to a rally yet?! I've been so caught up with stuff I haven't had time to go wade onto those muddy fields to hear some of these ppl speak. Tonight, I will go! Off to Serangoon. =) Who cares about being in a walkover constituency.
My dears, thank you for hanging around and listening to me drone. For reading my mundane, boring-as-wood happenings. Even a snail would have a more colourful blog.
"Peace - that was the other name for Home" - Kathleen Norris
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