out of sight, out of mind

my psychology textbook says,

'out of sight, out of mind' >>>>>>> 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'

hahaha and of cos we agree. there's no anomaly in that even if we wish there was. and 'out of sight, out of mind' sounds too cruelly sad. my 'the heart soon forgets what the eye sees not' sounds much better.

suddenly i realise many people are heading to sweden next spring (: however unfamiliar we are, we're all from sunny singapore.

huiwen posted a poem i wrote in the organiser i gave her last year.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
My love for you,
Is ever so true.
Every morning you wake,
Eggs and toast i'll make.
Warm & fuzzy you'll feel,
Oranges i'll peel,
Just to make orange juice for you.
I'll go a thousand miles,
Just to make you smile.
Oh LeS,
We'll be so happy,
In our little love nest.

it's so funny. i forgot when i started coming up with these funny poems. i think i ever texted a super long one to my dear friend in far away land now. and of cos, the many random spurts of inspirations for poems during my dying days of mugging, right before i gave in to sleep. i suddenly miss all of that. just that i don't have such silly inspirations anymore.

remember hb september. november's so tough.

and i really need something to look forward to.

lund's almost powerless in that aspect.