Sunday, August 30, 2009

 

rain.

one of those emo periods. doesnt help that i'm already quite emo and the whole business of handling people, committees, groups, make me more emo, and it's an emo sunday afternoon.

my clothes are hanging out at hall 8.

so maybe something passed by, maybe someone needed protection from things happening from happening to him. maybe someone needed not to see similar things in her life. maybe in my life everything else doesnt matter anymore.

teaching has become therapeutic. because out there in the classroom, it's full of hope and possibilities. in here in my life, there's only music left.

Zhengyu wrote at 12:01 PM.