It has been a busy weekend with 2 cities in 4 days, and school starting the day right after. As if it is not bad enough, I have to endure having 3 7.30am classes for the rest of the semester. The up-side is that I have lots of free afternoon time!

Somehow, we are approaching the end of February and with it the gradual passing of winter. Winter has always been a season of white, of cold and warm cozy settings, yet as I have come to understand it, it just consists of never-ending grey skies and gloom. Each speck of blue sky that appears, even for that one short moment, is a little spark of joy that warms the heart. Maybe that is how depression is suppose to feel like. The sun still lights up your universe, but its rays filtered through layers upon layers of gloomy clouds; day after day nothing really changes.

Barely slept last night, alternating between the same dream and staring into a black ceiling. It is a wonder how you can seamlessly fall back into the same dream and continue where you left off. A tape recorder that just plays and pauses as it pleases. Speaking of which, I should start practicing guitar again.