橘红的街灯
照亮我回家的路

I'm not about to write some hoo-haa poem, as much as I wish I could. Inspiration is called inspiration because it has to be inspired. I sound to literal for any poem-writing-person. (Not poet, mind you.) Maybe it does have some potential for continuity? I hate the idea of forcing out pretty stuff out of myself when I'm actually feeling nothing. It sounds shallow, empty and cheap. The thing is I'm not emo enough, which is a good thing?

Do I still make sense? Fine, cuz I screwed up the interview for Pre-U seminar big time. I am so under-informed due to... I don't know man!

For some reason I think I'm oppressed. By homework and basically the enviroment. The continuous pressure to catch up and blah. And can't stand people who are just basically... #$%^&^@#$!@#$%^&*. And all you can say is between -.- or !@#$%^&*(*&^%$#$.

The title is inspired my my sis inquiry for geog, population. Tired. I hate staying up late. I turn into a grump effotlessly for the moment and a panda for tomorrow.

Labels: inspiration, rant, screwed, thoughts

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Yi Jia.
Child of God.
More about me here on posterous.