A joyous union,
Despite certain "plastic cover-ups"
I begin my journey down the concrete corridors,
To be greeted by new sea of thoughts

Boredom, disappointment and endless banter,
Away from pleasure, away from sense
Fight back sleep, please fight back negativity,
Alas I lost, sleep succumbed me.

The hell. A brand new week of a new school term. I do not absolutely feel even 50 percent. The feel of awkwardness for some of my classmates after bearing the scars of post-depressing Newswriting and TV Production is overbearing. Feeling really neutral, I await for time to pass as I push away rotten thoughts of the semester. Only the first day, and I hear some classmates bitching about another. My, my...talk about rotten poison in the air. I try close my ears mentally. I mean I don't care who fucks up or who fucks each other up, either way as long as I can work with them and get decent grades. Somehow things are just different. First day; sucks, sucks, sucks. After getting home at around 4:00pm and lying on my bed, did I feel really good. Ah...peace and quality time to myself. Been long, my friend, its been long.

Song: Without Feathers by Blonde Redhead

Saturday, January 4, 2003
06:43 p.m.
Gimme stiches and i'll suck your fingers

Monday, December 23, 2002
12:10 p.m.
Sweat, tears and relief

Song: Into The Deep by Kula Shaker