I am feeling frustrated and anxious as day goes by. Life now is like a conveyer belt: SCHOOL-HOME-ASSIGNMENTS-SCHOOL-HOME-MORE ASSIGNMENTS! Oh mighty God. This was not wad i set out to be before Uni started. "I wanna be a poster boy!" Now, everything seems so bleak... yeah, soooo damn sad.
Right now im reading up for my Business, Government and Society. Taylor and his revolutionary Scientific Management. ha-ha! Obviously im not paying attention. Then in Business Loh, it is making simple human transactions to an unneccessary yet complicating system. "Zara jeans for sale! $10 only!" ...Do you know that this is an Invitation to Treat? It's not an offer. Any of you need to seek legal grievances? Maybe i can help! Woo-hoo... Im going to sue you! Beware!
Yikes... moving away from those disturbing scenes, i have salvaged some sort of consolation for myself. I got into Samba Masala! Im qute hyped-up about it actually. Finally i can unleash the rythemic and upbeat self of mine. Im no more a Victorian-styled music maker, that is bound by the gracious and melodic form of music making. Rather, the grooves and irregular beats of Brazillian tunes are getting all into me! I love it! Oh yah... the curious reader may want to find out more bout it! Just click on www.sambamasala.com . Cool!
Ok..i got to go back to my readings. Tmr's my last day of the week in school...but also the start of more mugging to follow. Sad life. Until the day i get to get a shot in the poster... ...
Skydived @ |12:56 AM|