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About The Poet
Age: 21 Location: Sand Castle In The Sky Birthday: 13 Jan 1984 Quote For The Moment
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| Monday, February 21, 2005 Today the first day of a brand new school term so far sooo good, the time table for my classes have been really kind to mi i got thursadys OFF!!!!! hahahaha hw lucky is that but i guess because of that Mondays are a real killer but i dun might, work first play later i guess, going to start anew no more slacking off classes going to work hard going to do good this year (hope i'll be able to stick to that though hehehe). So far sooooo good for the weather its not too cold and not too hot hmmm actually i might already be used to the weather, well anyways its all good, i'm not complaining, got a sweet new apartment to live in wif sooooo much more space and at a cheaper rent too hahahaha the down side home cooked meals courtasy of yurs truly lol. Well i guess its a good time to improve my cooking well at least i hope so hehehe. Well on the other hand not everything is going so great wif a friend of mine she's pretty home sick and i dun think she is really having a ball over in melbourn so she says, but i am hoping things will work out for her once sch start over there which is on the 28th of Feb next week, but till then all i can do is tok to her, i seriously hope that toking to her over the phone is helping if not theres really notting i can do sigh...... "Y are we always so powerless when it is really needed ????" Well all we can do is try. And so ends the first day of a new year in Uni life. ......................................................................................................................... By: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe We must not hope to be mowers, And to gather the ripe gold ears, Unless we have first been sowers And watered the furrows with tears. It is not just as we take it, This mystical world of ours, Life's field will yield as we make it A harvest of thorns or of flowers. |