Empty can

It was summer,
You brought it,
Into my heart,
It's warm,
I love it,
I love you,
I love everything that you do,

But unfortunate, oh poor,
My heart fools me,
Pity love for having a bad master,
You're not here,
You're not beside me,
I feel empty,

These thoughts of you,
Made me feel blue,
I guess,
Dreams would never do,
Fantasizing an illusion,
Throw me into a confusion.

I'm just bored,
Bored of being alone,
Alone in my head,
With the faceless voices,
That I made up,
Everything,
That I made up.

J

It's been a while since I went to this place, the same band plays its jazz, the same bartender that I have long not spoken to. I sat. I don't want to drink anything tonight. It is a pretty bad day at work, well, my first bad day at work. I screwed some things up that got my boss turned to a devil. But who cares about him anyways. I've been feeling quite down since Monday. Been thinking, why am I not happy like I used to be, where is my joie de vivre. I guess the good Jazz playing throughout the bar is not soothing these thoughts.

#24

I just registered my name for inter-faculty public speaking earlier today. I'm feeling abit nervous yet excited for this is my first. I've never even done this when I was in school. It's going to be interesting to see how good the students' English level here. I know I'm not really a good speaker, but the experience will worth it, or will it not? I don't know yet. Time will decide for itself. The competition is on next Friday.

Wish me for the best?

P/S: I'm also nervous about final examinations, haven't properly start doing revisions. Daym. May God ease my study and revisions.

Take care, people.