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so classes at york are officially done and it's time for finals which for some is hell
and on the last day of class... good morning firefighters and police officers
okay... so maybe it's not much of a surprise
but it's quite sad what a person will do to either play a prank for their satisfaction or to postpone an exam...
then again, i rather have the fire alarm pulled or a bomb threat instead of a suicide
okay i'm not thinking straight... i rather have none of those and have every student enjoy their education with stress-free skills
is that possible?

i have been extremely unproductive especially in the past 2 weeks
assignments are done... but readings... hmmmm... where are my textbooks again?
and though it does not justify my actions, i would like to blame it on the time of the school year, the gloomy weather, and how my 2 exams are at the end of the month
my motivation is gone, my discipline is lost .... and time is ticking away

apart from my self-afflicted frustrations
i found a night of haven with a mix of ppl from my elementary, junior & highschool
peers who all decided to go support a common friend's university music recital
madonna has it right.. " music makes the people come together "... she should definitely write a sequel about food ^-^


i find life to be a strange little journey
yup, there are
silly funny stupid times
pointless boring times
inspiring happy jolly times
cranky frustrated hopeless times
other times
and there are unexpected times where you are asked to remember your past, to face friendships that were at one point left to grow on separate paths or to get to know people who you recognize but never knew
these are things which i am horrible at
and i'm glad to have had a night in company of old-strangers to look back at certain parts of my life, changes in myself and others

it's funny how certain sayings imply (or it's just me thinking) that what ever happened in the past, you don't need to go back to it, just leave it because you can't change it
except
i'm starting to think that a part of life is living/moving backwards in a new direction
who knows
these are my wired thoughts late at night