in a blink of an eye, a whole week of school has flown right by me. i think i've gotten back into the routine of school- bad food, pretentious, sadistic teachers and everything else that comes along with it.

the chinese orals are over, and i'll do alright, i think. i hope.

these days i feel like i've nothing to write about. at times, even the little bit of poetry i attempt to write during boring lessons don't make much sense either.

i suppose it's not so much that i have nothing to write, but that i just can't seem to express myself properly, which frustrates me to no end. these days, i feel like i'm just rambling on and on..