blimey, do i hate these moments.

moments like this. when you are mired in a stupor for the last past five hours, and the eyes go blink blink as the tv screen flashes and the sounds drone on high and low, and your ass stays glued to the peeling couch. for five hours.

then by some miracle, your eyes regain mobility and you lift them slowly to the timetable. Monday, in large font. which is Tomorrow. that means School.

shit.

i hate now.

jocelyn teo
daughter, sister, friend. and blissfully loved.

beauty of language

may they stay dear

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along the way i met you

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