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Saturday, April 21, 2007
Guilt is the mother of all emotions. Negative emotions, that is, although I'm not too sure you can classify and define emotions as being bad or good. I mean, that is the nature of emotions, they bring you down, they lift you up, sending you spinning on another one of those crazy, inane, roller-coaster rides, where at the end you realise how stupid and pathetically wasteful that whole twisty-turny ride was.
Problem is, you just hop right onto the next one.
Sometimes I wish there was some sort of plug- or actually, scratch that. I wish we were just sinks with an open drain- everything falls right through.
Then again, emotions are the prime, the zenith of our lives. Why do anything, without sorrow, or fear, or that nagging worry, or the boastful pride, or the bubbling glee?
It all depends how you look at things right?
Unfortunately, not so easy.
[ T-ray* ] blogged @ 7:50 AM
Friday, April 20, 2007
Guess I'm ending my blogging drought.
For this time, at least.
It's nice to know, you know, that you're a failure. Even though it's not meant, and even though it's to encourage you (which I am thankful for, don't get me wrong)- you really feel like shit.
It's also nice to know that that means you can never fail again. Which, loosely translated, means this: I can't fail this history test, or the following bio test, or the math test or the chinese exam or my chem sia or my bio sia or my damned SRQ or my IH test (bit late, probably did) or my IH assignment or my math sia or my math ws or
Well. That really put things into perspective. That's a lot of things where I can vrey easily fail in.
No, scratch that. I can't fail, but I also can't just pass.
Whoop, I'm sounding all emo. ANd I hate people who sound emo. Ok not hate, just don't like it. You know it's like sucking a lemon or whatever funny analogies people come up wiht.
Course, what makes it all worse you know, is the fact that this should not be my main worry. That I really shouldn't be nutting over this but instead...
Well, you know.
Which reminds me I really have to stop saying, you know, 'you know'.
haha.
I think I may just have cheered myself up slightly, up a notch, up a ______. (Hey you know, like mad libs.)
It's all about balancing it, right?
Which just for the record? I have no idea how to do.
But skip that first, and really (quite honestly without all the usual sarcasm laced through my cutting speech that sprouts out of my evil spawn me (no that wasn't sarcasm either hey look a bracket in a bracket which reminds me of math but also of that in a frame thing which reminds me that idiot who wrote the curse of lang is really annoying cos he's so confusing which means its ironic because he's smart. Geddit? I don't.)) jia you everyone!
frame
It's going to be a rough week, but hey I think we just might live. :D
Just might squeeze it through.
[ T-ray* ] blogged @ 6:05 AM
