source: clamavi

So it's a public holiday, but I partied last night and today is spent staring dolefully at notes that make senseless repetition to me. 

The past week has been like a wave-ride of ups-and-downs, I'm just waiting for a sense of peace to befall me. But waiting isn't something I should do. I watch the world on its axis as they live day by day, I listen to their philosophies that make sense for a moment, but fail to mean anything in the long-run. It's a horrible cycle. Where is the fulfilment?