weighted down heavily... too much to do, too little time.


It seems I said something similar before exams. And yet, this is even more my duty than the exams; this concerns the success of concerts, my own position, and the fate of people I care about.


there's also the matter of the sense of regret that lingers.


eternal frost;


winter is here, and we cold-blooded reptiles must shiver in the white winds;


this winter is an unusually cold one, don't you think so?


Spring has died in my vision. All that is left of the Four Seasons is but a blinding solid landscape of cold, hard light.


cooldown time: infinity.


the fun is gone;


all the humour i can afford is to serve chilled jokes on a platter.


enjoy your meal.


searching, searching....