march.
march.

I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
-Robert Frost [from Nina's..tnx]

Nina has, and always had, the most beautiful laughter.
So genuine, so deep rooted.
It's hard to stay simple while developing such dimensions in thought...bestest:).



gambare IB buddies, we're almost there.

Yesterday I mended a broken friendship. One of the most important friendships my demons have deliberately shoved under the dust, shackled.
Not until yesterday did I wipe off the thick layer of gray, and beneath the familiar smiles and laughs miraculously emerged...
mood: streaks of white + orange/ white + blue
peaceful.
jai yo daisetsuno tomodachi.

I think it's pretty amazing how far we've come. We've made it through twelve years of school, and twelve years is a pretty damn long time. It's already hard enough to pull yourself out of bed at 6:15 every morning, not to mention the endless homework and tests and the emotional ups and downs caused by stress. Humans are so obsessed with testing. What's with that? The testing never stops. Not even now, when we've only got three weeks of high school. And after that, we march on to another place where we get tested again and again and again...
When it stops, will we lose direction, cuz life has never been without testing for us....?
we've been so terribly conditioned.

aftermath.

Finally bought YangNaiwen.
She has melted. She sounds so fragile, like she¡¦s chickened out.
Her shield against the world is no longer, and in this album she reveals the bare undercurrent of sorrow that once silently ran beneath all the anger, the frustration she banged out to muffle the hidden flow of current beneath. Reminds me of how I sometimes deal with things. In fear of my broken eyes, I resist vulnerability and turn sorrow into anger, before I can ever melt. [Anger is hurt in disguise.] There always comes a point, however, when the resistance army grows weary, and catching them off guard, the world strips them naked and exposes the silent current that was never meant to be heard. And that is where she's at. Her lyrics protray her as at the bottom of the emotional pit.
You can't blame her for her fragility though. What matters is if she finds that air of confidence once so distinct of her.
It's just her album of course, it may not reflect herself.
I don¡¦t really know what I¡¦m talking about.
Anyway, Track 4, is a terrible terrible offense to her voice. It¡¦s totally wasting her talent, like ¤@¦·ÂAªá´¡¦b¤ûÁT¤W.

Being a floater is sometimes such a pain, because everyone you trust may not be the same people your friends do, and vice versa; there¡¦s no social clique structure to conveniently define mutual circles of trust of everyone in the group. Just because I trust my friends, I¡¦d have to trust all my friends¡¦ friends. That¡¦s pretty hard to cope with

can you stand the rain.
-BoyzIIMen

ohhhh myyyyyy gooooooodddnnnneeeeessss................
HA i forgot that I had a concert today...
ohhhh myyyy gooodddddnnnneeessssssss.................
aiyoweiya.
i'm fried!
lala oh well.

daijyoubu desu.
gambarimasu.

daijyoubu desu.

Will I lose my dignity...Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare
I'm aware of what the rules are, but you know that i will run/you know that i will follow you
-Rent/Tori Amos

mending my shattered dream...
you can't keep me from the stars, you see.
You can't break me.
You just can't.