Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away with me where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you, on a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee kigh
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night
Come away with me


Norah Jones.

The past week interning at the magazine has been a whirlwind ride. To say the least. It started out on Monday, and right before entering the double swinging doors which would see my entrance into the world of all the hustle and bustle they call media, i was petrified. I honestly just stood there for a couple of minutes, just trying to rack my brain for all the reasons i was doing this internship.

Now, one week, two sore feet, a few headaches, and day after day of feeling nothing short of drained and exhausted, i know why. Because its my dream. Simple as that. Now, more than ever, i'm steadfast in my believe that this is what i wanna do. Amidst all the noise, phones ringing off the hook, that electric buzz of static in the air, and the rapid rush to meet deadlines, I know, without a doubt, that i'd found it. Found the thing which would provide meaning and add colour into my life. I'd finally found my calling, what i'm supposed to do for the rest of my life. the fact that the editor of the magazine saw enough potential in me to tell me, "I have a feeling about you, you're gonna make it in this. And one day, when you're up there on the top, remember that you started here. Remember us". Well, needless to say that those words merely serve as an accentuation that this is what i'm meant for.

So armed with this knowlegde, boy am i looking forward to university. i can't wait. I find out my uni posting on Tuesday. Gone is the hyperventilation and the raw, unhinged fear of not knowing, but instead, it's replaced by the hint of hope, that maybe, whatever happens, happens for a reason, and that all i'm oblidged to do, for now atleast, is to go along with it, doing my best along the way. So, i'l write again on Tuesday to let you guys know where i'm gonna be spending the nest 3 years of my life. ooo! and my helen is back from England! YAY!! i've missed her so much! but now that she;s back, its ON baby! we're gonna make plans to go to the Aussie Open, and she and rach and coming along with me and my family on tues to watch 27 dresses. Can't wait!