Thursday, August 28, 2008 10:03 PM
the mind is a scary thing. it does things subconsciously without you even noticing, tinting your perception of the world. even if it means ignoring a black hairy gorilla waving its hands directly in your face. you won't even realise that it's there.
and i typed the word 'sth' when i distinctly thought of the word 'what'. okay that has no correlation to the above observation at all. but it's scary all the same. what would that be now? matter over mind? urgh.
Monday, August 25, 2008 6:02 PM
things i need to do:
Great Ex essay
tutorial 9.3
assignment 9.3
tutorial 9.5
short arguments essay 2 and 4
tutorial 11.1
KI essay
PC essay
Great Gatsby chapter 3
income inequality case study
government failure lecture essay outline
and others whose deadlines i have already missed
things i really need to do:
play in the rain with frogs
pig out on more wine gums
drink hot soup
snuggle under the covers
be happy
as for now,
i'll just be part of the wallpaper
Monday, August 18, 2008 10:24 PM
this is such an inappropriate time to blog.
but i can't help it.
you know it's just so frustrating when there's really nothing left to do and people just try to squeeze some nonsense out to occupy you? and it really doesn't do anything or mean anything. they're just trying to soothe their conscience that they have done their part by making sure that everyone had enough material to work on. in fact, they're just trying to blind themselves to the fact that they're personally digging someone else's grave.
omg i just totally hate this shit.
shut up and go away.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008 6:39 PM
i love rainy days.
did i ever tell you that?
oh you mean i did? that's interesting.
did i ever tell you that i love rainy days?
Tuesday, August 05, 2008 7:34 PM
reading is a wonderful habit to cultivate.
it widens your vocabulary, makes you more sensitive to the finer side of human nature and awakens in you the thirst for knowledge.
really, there isn't many negative things you can find about reading.
or so they say.
heaping praises on an activity that one loves is not uncommon. in fact, it is taken for granted that one will naturally exaggerate the plus points of ones loves.
but i wish that people will just be more honest about reading, really.
i definitely love reading.
no doubt about that.
but not just for the grasp of the language or the quenching of the thirst for knowledge.
it is the falling away of reality that draws me the most. that beautiful, alluring transit from reality to fantasy, that propulsion into a parallel universe that never is parallel but more often than not is perpendicular or any other odd angle.
i want the key that will unlock all these worlds, these lives, full of iridescence that i can never dream of having.
i want.
there, i've been honest.
don't say i've never tried to enlighten you on the joys of reading.
oh shit, i just exaggerated.
on a side note, omg edward cullen
