My throat is so sore.
I want to work more shifts for ARTSingapore.
At least I get paid there... instead of sitting at my desk, staring at the floor plans of HCHS and trying to think of ways to put them into Auto-CAD.
It is such a annoying programme.
I feel like such a grump.

The footprints and the scratched-up doodles in the sand
Remain as long as the memory holds them

But once the rain, the sea, the tears
Which hide beyond the canvas frame
Cave in when they can be contained no more

Only the sand remains

And on it, I paint your footstep
Because the memories of your face slowly start to fade
And the times we spent together erode into nothing-ness

Time heals nothing
Only the sand remains