It's NOT me...

I am indeed studying in my room.. with that Anthropology text on my lap and a cup of green tea.. I flip a page, but all i see in the book is.. reflections from my suprised birthday party last night.. I flip the seond page.. and analyze the werid feelings I have for him ... I am not supposed to like him but..... I flip the third page...and think of the plans to give a suprised graduation party for my best friend... I flip the next page.. and ponder why I am NOT "me" today... By the time I flip the last page.. my roomy has already typed 5 pages for her ecology paper.... Here I am still flipping the empty pages.. with a pair of cold hands... staring at the soaking wet window... The world is wet with the spring rain .. . so is my own world..... I wish I could also flip this page, this moment of my life.. and turn to a sunny,rainbowish,cheerful day.. The God of the Weather must have heard my pryer.. Even before I finish mourning, the whole world is lighten up I think this is a sign for me to move to a different chapter of my life.... Yes, this craziness for today is over and I am indeed going to start reading this Anthropology text again... ( Sometimes,we can't concentrate on things... and I think the best way to gather our thoughs is to write them down. I hope I can really concentrate on my study now. =)