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I hear this old story before
Where the people keep killing for the metaphors
Don't leave much up to the imagination,
So I, wanna give this imagery back
But I know it just ain't so easy like that
So, I turn the page and read the story again
And again and again
It sure seems the same, with a different name
We're breaking and rebuilding
And we're growing
Always guessing

Never knowing
Shocking but we're nothing
We're just moments
We're clever but we're clueless
We're just human
Amusing but confusing
We're trying but where is this all leading?
Never know

Never Know - Jack Johnson

Jack Johnson's songs are brilliant!
(Ok, baby picture has nothing to do with the lyrics). CUTE, no?

I just had about 9-10 hours of sleep after popping a flu pill. Once again, nose flowing like a tap water. Guess I haven't had enough rest for the past week. Because I've been so used to sleeping 8 hours per day due to classes starting in the afternoon, I decided to change this sleeping pattern recently and reduce to 5-6sleeping hours/day. I know sleeping sufficiently (= 8 hrs) is supposed to be healthy but I know I can do so much more just by sleeping lesser. So yeah I've been going around to places after school/tuition/bla bla bla and suddenly fell a bit sick yesterday. Ah wednesdays. The last time I had running nose was last last wednesday. In the middle of the week. How great.

Le test français plus tard!
Qu’est-ce que je fais en face de mon ordinateur?!
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