watched a foreigner sweep the slush of water and sand off the path along the bustop at bnv. he cleverly manoevered the blackish water over the sediments and pulled them along the grooves of the concrete ground using the stiff bristles of his broom. this he repeated tirelessly for the good fifteen mins i was waiting for the bus- the ground actuali turned the color of pale brown.

reali alot of knowledge behing blowing dz- eveything is starting to integrate into themselves and make sense- no more conflicts between the so-called theories.

life is sian- study and dz and eating- and this has to go on for three weeks- one more left. must avoid such a long exam stretch next sem; this has got to be the most torturous sem- from the beginning to the end-jus three papers, best man.