Kiss Me

Gosh I love this song, especially after hearing Olivia Ong's performance some time ago.

Kiss Me

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Yesterday's presentation marked the end of coursework for NM3210, and I'm greatly relieved by that fact because I've got another 3 crazy modules jostling for my attention. If there's a instrumental phase, it's got to be these last 4 weeks. It doesn't help that the number of hours I sleep every day can be counted on one hand, and my emotional anchor is rarely by my side. Gosh I really need something to hold on to.

Yesterday's wedding is still freshly etched in my mind; every single frame of happiness overflowed with an abundance of joy and love, and I simply hate to think about the fact that this form of happiness will not be mine to enjoy until a few more years of toiling later. Oh well, the pains of living in a highly competitive environment.

I miss you, my 32-month-old love.