Claud

An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.

She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.

For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,

in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.

There are times when I feel really happy, content, and just utterly blessed and there are other times when my mood just gets dark, wrapped-up and desperate. I understand that the best of us don't always have great days. Maybe I'm expecting too much from myself again.

I am utterly glad that I have people who offer to proof-read my thesis for me, and as well as happy that my father is slightly more responsive these few days. I think I was wrong to not spend my week with him to at least have dinners, and I guess he felt left out of my life.

These few days, I am tempted to just get away from it all (thanks aloy, thanks a lot for putting that notion back into my head). Just head somewhere with pen and paper, write what I see or am inspired by. Learn to draw again, play with colours and toy with music.

This recess week came as a breather, and I can't wait to submit my work. Perhaps I should be writing my acknowledgements soon!