12th March 2000

Stuffed my face tonight at a rather expensive restaurant, then walked home under a dark blue nightsky. I've just realised we don't get a black nightsky in london, it's more a dark velvety shade of blue. Exams ended on friday, typically all the reward we get is a weekend, and a late start on monday at 9.10am instead of 8am. Yeah, that's why the page has been so static, only a few of you read this I know and I apologise to you for the lack of updates. Exams take precedence over sane living.

Another old friend wrote an email, apparently he's read my page but he wrote after not having heard in ages, because he needs a favour which saddened me a bit, but I guess that's life and I'm losing touch with people I used to know; I don't blame them they have their own lives their own people in their own lives, exams of their own, careers to build and maybe I don't get in touch as often as I should either. But it saddens me and I wish I could turn back the hands of time back when we were and could and would because, just because.

Had a nice lazy weekend to recover from the horrors of Pathology cramming; spent this afternoon in the park reading a story book. It was sunny this afternoon, and warm. It's getting to the point where I can't breathe out mist clouds anymore because the daytime air's too warm, and some nights too. Summer's almost here, and I'm glad. I'll miss the breath-clouds though, but lying in the grass is an ample substitute I reckon. Reading an oncology textbook or something.

Anna commented on her page that everyone seems to write angst-filled pages and that's trite and commonplace, which makes me wonder what my pages come under. Some of them are definitely angst-ier than others, yet others like today's piece are simply babbles, thoughts uncontained spilling onto paper, thoughts probably best left in my head. Well, I like to think my pages are just... me.

I do wish I could hear from some of my old friends a bit more often, and not just when they need me to bring things back for them, and not just when I send them emails, which are replies to their emails yeah but well, sometimes one forgets and do the friendships die there immediately because of the miles in between? I suppose so.