It struck me today just how empty things seem over here. Not entirely meaningless, not always anyway, just empty. Wake up, cold, shower, class, home for lunch, class, home again, eat or cook (unfortunately), internet, study/assignment etc, call Adi & listen to Fluffy purring on the phone, Big Bang Theory/House/Movie/Read a book, blog a poem and finally; listen to music as I stare at the flashing city lights through my window (as written in the poem below) waiting for sleep to come.
*sigh* I feel like smashing the clock we bought and hung on the wall. It's too loud. At least I'm at home alone, for a while.
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