As I am writing, I can feel contentment infuse my heart. With my favorite music on, I’m having the time of my life. I don’t care about the bad science and French papers. It’s a one-time thing and I know that pretty well for I’m not going to let it happen again. It’s a silent promise I made myself few days back.

There are absolutely no worries at this age. But my ambivalence to the present situation makes it no less difficult for me to resist a part of me, which shouts only one question. Is this what you want? And then in return my other side fights back; do you want to become a good for nothing-philosophical soul? The latter side is more empowering and thus, I’m happy.

I know good time is in store. My parents would come back on the coming Friday. It’s difficult to live without one’s parents. It really is. I’m happy for the time to come. For this weekend, we’ll be together once again, fighting and enjoying. It’s another story that after papa leaves, mama might be also leaving, on Moday, once again.

The school is so much less crowded nowadays with it being open for only the board classes. I somehow seem to be enjoying the prospect of going to school for this long. There used to be a time when the schools used to shut down for vacations on the 1^st of may and here we are, still going to school. But I don’t really mind. I am sort of enjoying the scorching heat. That reminds me of all the numerous reasons I love summers. I am sure you wouldn’t want me to dwell upon them so I save myself from the pain of writing.

I got a mail from my mom saying she got me the CDs I had asked for. She offered me an Ipod and I refused. Certain people can’t believe I did that. But, I really see no point of getting it. Where on one hand I love music, I don’t want to get into that complete clarity zone. I am satisfied with my lovely, powerful speakers attatched with my computer. A label on them reads Super Woofer.