:Saturday, December 08, 2007:
raindrops pattered onto the pavement like coins on a wooden table. I stood and embraced the rain pelting my face. My lips tasted sour-bitter as the rain trickled down my hair, eroding the sweat and grime.
it's been sometime since i've felt as good as this. though it rained and I couldn't shoot anymore, guess that's better than nothing.
The reversehaven spoke at 7:37 PM
:Friday, December 07, 2007:
wonder how much worse things can get. someone doesn't do his job, and I take the rap. In the end, while I had my bow slung over my shoulder, happily thinking I could get to shoot today, BAM. I end up, bowcase slung over my shoulder and going back; all too late to shoot.
I hate where I am now. I just friggin wish I can GRADUATE.
The reversehaven spoke at 4:45 PM
every morning is a struggle to wake up. I hate my life as it is now. Thankfully I have the window grilles I can grab to drag myself out of bed.
back to an information burn. it's going to be a very intensive six weeks. After eight weeks it'll all be over.
it'll all be over... .... ... ..... just eight weeks to go... .... .... ..... ......
The reversehaven spoke at 12:21 AM
never felt so good.
:Sunday, December 02, 2007:
leaving behind a bunch of responsibilities. When I thought to take justice upon my shoulders, maybe something hit me on the head. Why am I so stupid? should have just let history repeat itself, after all, i'm not protecting any of my personal interests by making this venture, and i don't lose anything in terms of personal interests should anything change for the worse in this field...
but nobody realises this. that peace is something unachievable unless everything is open and aboveboard, and everything is accounted for. and what's more important, wrongs are righted, and faults are admitted, forgiveness given. Everyone seems to think that peace only exists where you shut up when you're wronged.
but that's okay. i've said my piece. i've let it go. the end of the line for me.
The reversehaven spoke at 11:53 PM