Monday 29th November 2010

Uni life passes by, and it's not without its ups and downs.  I for one have grown accustomed to it.  I've already decided who are the studious ones, and which of those are just plain playful.  There are the quiet ones, and those who are the life of the party - there are a whole spectrum of countless types of people. 

However, I think I've also grown tired of a few things.  It's only been two months in and already I've managed to develop criticisms to some peoples' lack of motivation.  There's one particular person I'm not happy about - I'm having to be relied upon to mark him in for every register, collect notes and return home, going online, only to teach him everything the lectures had covered.  I grow tired of this.  I don't want to do this every single weekday.  It was nice for me to know that I knew it all and I can still remember everything we learnt, but this is strenuous, and unnecessary. 

I have 10 minutes to go until my lecture.  I will take my leave. 

Friday 19th November 2010

終わらない　世界の中で

咲き乱れた　最後の言葉よ

無垢に帰らない

声を枯らして叫べ

当たり前の　日常が果てる

君と太陽が死んだ日

望まない　ノイズの渦に

人知れずに飲み込まれてゆく

忘れないで　私の声を

また出会うその日まで

「君と太陽が死んだ日」 - 黒崎真音

Within this never ending world

Your last words sprung all over the place

So real and distant

Quit turning your head away

Scream that with your coarse voice

My normal days were over

On the day when you and the Sun died

I secretly get swallowed

By the spiral of noise I didn't want to hear

Don't forget what my voice sounds like

Until the day we meet again

"The Day You and the Sun Died" - Maon Kurosaki

Saturday 13th November 2010

For the entire day I thought to myself:  "I should do some work."  But when I start thinking about it, there's actually not much to do, so, self-convinced, assumed that I would have time to do it all on Sunday instead.  I know it's a bad habit, I should just do it now.  It's just the thought of having to move everything on my desk to one side so that I can get my work out, that's what puts me off, I don't want to go through all that.

With work asides, I've been left feeling hungry all this time, even straight after I've eaten.  Why does eating make me hungry?  I understand it at first but why should I feel the same way an hour after consumption is complete?

Ahh, another thing in my life I don't understand.  One day... One day...

Friday 12th November 2010

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Today's a day for remembering the youth who fell prey to depression, where we write love on our arms to signify our desire to help those in need.  I speak this out of my own personal experience - a lone soul in the world who blamed he himself for the wrongdoing done upon him.  Being introduced to TWLOHA by a friend, he found his way again not long ago by realising that he was not the only one.

There have been so many other lives, unrighteously disadvantaged, ungratefully mistreated and uncontrollably saddened.  Let the deep wounds be healed by those who want to help, revitalise the emotionally exhausted and support the unstable vacillators.

Please, do this for the world, it means a lot to me.

Monday 8th November 2010

The morning was bewitched by blistering winds and hard-hitting rain, weather so harsh I feared that I would not survive.  It was cold, merciless upon those who dared to venture out, as if we were meant to perish to extinction.  I understand, however, of the harsh treatment and torture in which we endure from Mother Nature.  She thinks we need watering so that we can grow, thinking that we could do with some exercise and toughening up.  Streets  riddled with inverted umbrellas, puddles large enough to submerge pedestrians in and a Monday morning too early to be dealing with this crap.

There's nothing wrong with Solihull and Coventry really, it's just me.

Sunday 7th November 2010

The house was rid of spiders and insects today as mother raided the residence with a vacuum.  There was nothing left but dust, polluting the air like bacteria in petroleum gel.  Needless to say, this left me rather uncomfortable, as I sat in my room, with the carcinogenic air tickling my alveoli like tar suffocating smokers' lungs.  I feel unclean, that feeling of being covered in a layer of grime, with irritated eyes, resembling quasi-conjunctivitis symptoms.

If I feel this shit on a free day, I dread to think what life would be like after graduation.