bleah.. it's the 27th of february...
not even the 3rd month of school already..and i'm already dying
life's become so lifeless. a cycle, definitely not of life..
everyday, i wake up, rush to school, struggle through classes, struggle more
get home when the sky's getting dark, fall asleep before i can hit the shower
get woken up by the intercom ringing, stumble downstairs for dinner, still half asleep of course..
stumble back up to my room, slog through piles of reading material and essays.
fall asleep studying..wake up again, totally disoriented, carry on studying..
sleep WAY too late.. then we're back to waking up and rushing again..
it's terrific.
i really dont know how long im gonna be able to last like this..it's not even funny anymore.
this kind of lifestyle is just sucking whatever little life there is left out of me
im so tired !!
i shouldn't even be blogging.
i dont know what im doing.. i'd better go..
seeyou guys.. hope you guys are having more fun than me !!
Aristoxenus (Greek: Ἀριστόξενος) of Tarentum (4th century BC) was a Greek philosopher, and writer on music and rhythm. His writings, were in the style of Aristotle, and dealt with philosophy, ethics and music. In music he held that the notes of the scale are to be judged, not by mathematical ratio, but by the ear.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
the painful newness of it all.
newness.
freshness.
purity.
cleanliness.
a fresh start.
aren't those supposed to be positive words?
your new clothes.
new shoes.
new school.
new phone.
new friends.
new classmates.
new teachers.
im just part of the old.
old things get thrown out.
in loving memory of St. Valentine. happy valentines day.
freshness.
purity.
cleanliness.
a fresh start.
aren't those supposed to be positive words?
your new clothes.
new shoes.
new school.
new phone.
new friends.
new classmates.
new teachers.
im just part of the old.
old things get thrown out.
in loving memory of St. Valentine. happy valentines day.
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