Lake Butterwater

I’ve taken two previous photos of the same lake, which can be seen here and here,  but I think this one is my favourite.

Right under my feet there’s air made of bricks
Pulls me down turns me weak for you
I find myself repeating like a broken tune 
And I’m forever excusing your intentions
And I give in to my pretendings
Which forgive you each time 
Without me knowing 
They melt my heart to stone

And I hear your words that I made up
You say my name like there could be an us
I best tidy up my head I’m the only one in love
I’m the only one in love

Each and every time I turn around to leave
I feel my heart begin to burst and bleed
So desperately I try to link it with my head 
But instead I fall back to my knees
As you tear your way right through me
I forgive you once again 
Without me knowing
You’ve burnt my heart to stone

And I hear your words that I made up
You say my name like there could be an us
I best tidy up my head I’m the only one in love
I’m the only one in love

Why do you steal my hand
Whenever I’m standing my own ground
You build me up, then leave me dead

~Adele

One is not enough!

Have you ever eaten sushi with just one chopstick? Well I did so yesterday after dropping one on the ground at the train station and since there is this little thing called swineflu going around I didn’t pick it up again, not that I would’ve picked it if there wasn’t a deadly flu going around. Eating sushi with just one chopstick is like the sound of a clap with just one hand.

Photo taken by Mohamad Fazli

Doesn't this give you a warm fuzzy feeling?

So here I am…at college, waiting for the first lecture  of the last class for this semester to begin and all I can think about is that I want to get away…far away. I wouldn’t mind ending up under one of these cherry trees.

Photo taken by niotillfem