rubbish like that

Mood: dreary weary almost teary
Song: swallowed in the sea
Newest infatuation: hi5... sad huh
Secretly craving: yummy food
Wish i were... at home

So finally the internet point has been fixed. I have a horrible feeling that this wasnt the last of the problems. Old KR, really is OLD.

Its been a while since ive had access to the net on my own time. Jumping around on wireless is so unsettling. Im finally listening to music too. So that puts everyting bak on track... almost.

The semester has begun and now i hav a hundred things to do. Sadness is inevitable. Just thinking of the workload turns me into the antisocial citizen that i am. People become different, you want to be different, but eventually, it finally hits u. You'll always be the same. Because, you'll always be u.

Maybe ill be better, maybe i wont, but all i ask is to get through, considerably ok, lead a considerably ok life, and considerably happy. It seems as if im settling for the average. But i thnk trying for above average has its sacrifices, some which im not willing to make. Archi is a passion, that i feel i dont have. I love to see it, love to criticise and comment on it, ill travel to see it, but i dont think im cut out to make it. Theres this tiny flicker of hope saying i mite be good at it. But that doesnt last for long. This year is going to be a life changing year... as are all transitional years. Its not make or break, but do or die. The beginning of life, as the real world knows it.

scary and threatening. ready to swallow u whole.