A 21st Century poem

Just because it belongs to our time, doesn’t mean it belongs to us

It starts

Roughly 14 hours.

It’s times like this to be pumped.

It’s times like this to be excited.

It’s times like this that I should be in my bed already.

But you won’t let me sleep in peace

A ‘lil bit of freshness

I felt that it was time for a little change around here. Still, it’s a minor adjustment, just felt that the page was getting cornier every time I revisited it.

7 more days.

I probably sound so goddamn dead here. This post is gonna sound like a eulogy when I’m done with it. I find my life so boring that there’s nothing much to event -mention- in here.

Well, lets see what’s been HAPPENING in the EXCITING life of ME ….

…nothing…well maybe something:

Feeling Fab was meh with iceskating with the class. Feel down -hard- quite a few times like a total tard. The problem with iceskating against rollerblading is that when you slip, you -really- slip like 180 degrees. I won’t be surprised if someone lands on their head and gets banged up real bad.(like some genius I know of =D) Probably one of the highlights then was receiving PW results in the middle of it, and the reactions of me and the class on the spot.

Having an entire class of A’s was a much needed morale boost, the first of hopefully, six targets reached, I’m have lofty ambitious :V. Still, it’s really a job well done by the entire class, as well as our tutor. Seriously, you already have gotten half the A in the bag if you get some teacher who’s so anal and uptight about every little detail that you feel like chucking a chair over his/her head. Sure, you’ll get frustrated at (all) times, but the end result, now was completely worth it.

Kudos to my group(including the one who is in Europe right now or something, if rumours are true, even if you ain’t physically here with us )
for all the last-minute-lets-go-to-her-house-5-minutes-away-and-chiong-the-entire-WR-on-the-spot meetings as well as the hands on experience we had in the pilot project we got suckered into and annoying interviews. Come to think of it, it actually was a somewhat enjoyable experience in the end.
ah bullshit. It sucked hardcore, but it rocked to have went through all the sucking with you all; the crappy band-dude, the eccentric Indian girl-dude, the 3 year old princess and the schzio-KCian with random crazy outbursts(please don’t kill me).

On a final random reflection, if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been obviously trying to push back everything on the account of being “tired” and well, saving energy for the last big event(in my opinion) of the year. But somehow, I find myself procrastinating just for the sake of it. I’m kinda losing sight of my goal, to put it straight, spending too much time stoning just because I -want- to. Just hoping something ignites when it’s needed to, like it has systematically been with me.

P.s. I want musicfest tixs.

How much do you truly care about Risa?
Risa means but everything in the world to me
But the world means everything but me to her

Damn dastards.

I always have that little “Eureka!” mindset when I’m never near a computer. Could be a slimy excuse for my sporadic posts these days. It’s not that I don’t wish to update, half the time it’s because I can’t move myself to do it, or I don’t want to share my boring life with anything. I’m trying to make sure that it’s the first.

Dunno what I’m down with, but it’s the first time I got sick in a few months. I think the last time it was this bad was during the epidemics I had during Christmas. Fun times. Getting to sleep in is always a positive, but I’m kinda missing being in school(note, a difference between BEING IN SCHOOL and SCHOOL) right now. Not surprisingly, it’s only training that I feel guilty having to miss.

Didn’t exactly spend the day productively at home though. Then again, when do I ever? Spent too much time tinkering around with tumblr again. I’m just so fussy with colour schemes and every nook and cranny, it drives me nuts sometimes. GAH!

On a more realistic note, it’s kinda hard to swallow that it’s April already, and I’m still not serious in anything at all. The IS deadline can only loom closer, and CT1 results weren’t exactly scholarship material.

So I just sit around, waiting for life to bonk me in the head and put me back in place.

You want be stronger, I want to be able to make you stronger.