It's over--the one week of school that has repeated and recurred mysteriously for almost 8 months now. It seems so repetitive; a mundane lifestyle that cannot seep into my routines. It's resembles a beautiful piece of music stuck in the worst portion of the songs, coupled with depressing lyrics and disgusting tunes. That's school life but when (long overdue-d) fun finally catches up, the song continues its purpose and plays the amazing chorus that paints the canvas of my weekend. The artist that created such a mesmerising work of artistry should be duly rewarded. A monument/painting/mystery that keeps our minds stuck within it, craving for its return and presence but unknowingly, we have once again transcended into that subtle looping of the worst verses ever. We cannot choose our songs in life and we can only pray that the shuffle brings something new the next weekend, otherwise it ends up as another loop--just around the good portions. This ain't necessarily pleasing because we need diversity, or at least I do...