when i have no work, and i'm bored, and i have nothing else to do.. i blog. this is the only time i put down my thoughts in words. yea this is the only time.
school is finally coming to a halt. oh how i wish it would come now, like immediately. i must honestly admit that the alluring temptation of a long rest is really overwhelming. i wonder if i'd treat this holiday like the countless others. i've already realised that the stakes of slacking on this one is pretty high, hmm have i mentioned before that i can't stand working on a holiday? common tests, mid-years immediately after the last day of rest, why am i not surprised. its like giving you time off to study, knowing very well that everything will go as they planned because the one at the losing end wouldn't be them, how smart. every man for himself. survival of the fittest. why does society work this way? its as if we were animals with feelings, animals nothing less.
i'm watching matthew's video for his glasgow kiss performance at s.l.a.m. he's good as always. sometimes i do envy his talents for music, mind you he sight reads like a computer. darn, this kinda makes me regret (abit) the decision of disbanding. now i can't even remember why i had that initial feeling of discontent, which makes me regret even more. its like an unfulfilled calling, if no one objects me saying this, i have to play the guitar. and no place more fulfilling than in a grouop. those satisfying times.. i eventually realise that uncurbed anger does breaks close ties, and no relationship is too close to be shielded from the wrath of rage. why why why. and those movies on time travel don't serve any help in resolving the question of whether this mistake can be rectified, which makes this very very frustrating. which makes me really really want to listen to lamb of god. which wears me out. it is times like this that you come to see that saying sorry is one of the hardest things to do. pride is at stake. what if rejection is the reply you get, what if..
i need sound advice, and at the moment i see none. there is a way, but that route i've isolated too long to pick up again. just too long.
school is finally coming to a halt. oh how i wish it would come now, like immediately. i must honestly admit that the alluring temptation of a long rest is really overwhelming. i wonder if i'd treat this holiday like the countless others. i've already realised that the stakes of slacking on this one is pretty high, hmm have i mentioned before that i can't stand working on a holiday? common tests, mid-years immediately after the last day of rest, why am i not surprised. its like giving you time off to study, knowing very well that everything will go as they planned because the one at the losing end wouldn't be them, how smart. every man for himself. survival of the fittest. why does society work this way? its as if we were animals with feelings, animals nothing less.
i'm watching matthew's video for his glasgow kiss performance at s.l.a.m. he's good as always. sometimes i do envy his talents for music, mind you he sight reads like a computer. darn, this kinda makes me regret (abit) the decision of disbanding. now i can't even remember why i had that initial feeling of discontent, which makes me regret even more. its like an unfulfilled calling, if no one objects me saying this, i have to play the guitar. and no place more fulfilling than in a grouop. those satisfying times.. i eventually realise that uncurbed anger does breaks close ties, and no relationship is too close to be shielded from the wrath of rage. why why why. and those movies on time travel don't serve any help in resolving the question of whether this mistake can be rectified, which makes this very very frustrating. which makes me really really want to listen to lamb of god. which wears me out. it is times like this that you come to see that saying sorry is one of the hardest things to do. pride is at stake. what if rejection is the reply you get, what if..
i need sound advice, and at the moment i see none. there is a way, but that route i've isolated too long to pick up again. just too long.
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