Saturday, February 21, 2004
it's amazing how much physical torture the body can take. or how much stress the mind can take. or the stretching limit of ur brain. we are indeed wonderfully and creatively made.
the past week i've survived on an average of 3-4 hrs of sleep a day and i'm still funtioning... abet not totally normal. haha... still. at least i'm walking, talking, breathing. i've got so much hw and yet i'm stuck here complaining how much work i have when i cld be spending my time more constructively to clear my work. brillant. haha... oh well.
next week i've got 2 mid terms, one on thurs, one on fri, and an assignment due on fri. damn. and there's teh g12 conference on fri, sat, adn sun. grr... i need my sleep. i need to relax... but i think i'm fairly relaxed... is the glass half empty or half full. perception people. gotta have the right attitude... see, i'm all relax ready... all u need is weed. can't get weed? cough syrup wld do! haha... kidding.
touched my guitar for the first time in a few years. surprisingly, it came naturally to me, all the cords i cld somehow or other remember. amazing. haha... think i'm the next santana? no... i suck man... haha... trying lar trying... can't get my own strumming pattern, plucking's fine, but not all songs can be plucked aye... not not flowers hor. haha. oop. giveme a straw. haha...
alrighty, i'll toll over this and i'll try, try to be a mini mini michelle branch, minus the revealing top and the flabby abs. wait, i think i have the flabby abs. damn. or worst to the worst, if pple hear me and run screaming the other way, i'll just quote mr hung, "i have had no professional training watsever."
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