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Monday, March 1, 2010
; 2:08 AM

All I want to do is to listen to music, search for lyrics, write them down, write poetry again, maybe work on my lyrics and just be sit in a corner and be left alone.

But that's easier said than done. Ethical reasoning is staring at me straight on the eye and I haven't even gotten down to it yet. And I still have to revise my syllabus, fit in a concert and a bonding session with an old friend (which I refuse to cancel no matter how busy I am) and study for the stats quiz. Well not so much memorise, but understand cuz the quiz is open book. And now it looks like I have to squeeze in an Accounting project meeting too! ALL IN A WEEK, and counting.

Recess week is supposed to be recess. A BREAK from school. Seems to me it should be called HELL WEEK.


the little rocker

Little Miss Brightside
- Absolutely loves music

Have a nice day (:




ways to paradise

Gibson doves in flight
Kevin Kern's In My Life & Imagination's Light
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Johnny Got His Guns by Dalton Trumbo
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Five Greatest Warriors by Matthew Reiley
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