Maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet;

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I want it that way /6:59 PM

It's been quite a while since the Backstreet Boys were heard playing in my background, nor any other song of my for that matter. Perhaps a clear sign I had lost contact with even the closest touch of entertainment to me. Music can't escape my senses, never even if they tell me my hearing will degenerate. But it's been a tad too long since I blasted music from my computer speakers while I attempted (yes) to complete my work. Same problem today with focusing, somehow I can't really multi-task with something rocking behind my thoughts. Finally finished my math AA after using about 80% of my 1 and a half hours doing up a horrendous tree diagram...FML? Maybe a really giant flaw of mine is being too impetuous and just within this week, I realized I've already dedicated too much angst to too little problems.

I ain't stressed, even if I were, I hardly deserve it. I live in an environment of lifeless people holding back from flickering their eyes so that more time can be spent glued to the textbook. A zombie that would only jump for joy at an iPad if it comes compatible with e-books... And here I am, sometimes to quick to claim that my life sucks. I've always been too slow to realize my fortunes and before I know it, some angst of mine prompts a complain on facebook. Another problem with me since young-I've this tendency to abuse social networks to screw my own life up.

I'm sorry for cursing at you. I know I didn't delete the post because I was afraid of teachers. But I was sorry, it was jumping the gun too quickly.

And thank you Darren, for noticing all this and expressing your concerns. I'm fine and I'm good bruh (:

Maybe true friends do lie in more than one.

Peace.