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| At least not till Sunday afternoon(F)#1112 - Narcissistic Moments . (: (Son of a Bitch!) says:if i wana be 14% happy, 30% sad, 20% excited, 16% shocked, 19% stupid and 1% gay help me do that XD (F) #1112 - Narcissistic Moments . (: (Son of a Bitch!) says:yeh! not possible hey? (F) #1112 - Narcissistic Moments . (: (Son of a Bitch!) says:XD cheryl, \ it's not about geography or happenstance says: fall in love, get into arguments, say awful things to the other person and watch the other person retaliate (F) #1112 - Narcissistic Moments . (: (Son of a Bitch!) says:LOL cheryl, \ it's not about geography or happenstance says: and hear your heart break and feel intense love and hate towards her Alternatively, you could just give yourself a heart attack and eat cupcakes and curry at the same time. | | |
| Chased all my dreams that I can't weigh on the inside"Live; I want to live inspired.
Die; I want to die for something higher than myself. Live; I want to live on fire.
Die; I want to burn out brighter. Brighter than the Northern Lights. The more I live, the more I see: this life's not about me. " - Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights) by Anberlin | | |
| I say, damn your moodswingsI have this inherent aversion to Mondays and first days back at school after term breaks. It's like a skunk peed in school over the holidays a day after the janitor tossed his resignation letter in the principal's face and no one cleaned it up and let it ferment and release a special chemical in the air that draws my Superbitch level up to giddy heights, impairing my ability to walk through the school halls without getting a violent urge to defenestrate(see see you do learn new words from facebook! :D) every person who makes any form of noise louder than a whisper and gets in my way, friends, teachers and random idiots alike.
Though I'm pretty sure it's just me, skunks don't live in Australia(I think..) and janitors are alot nicer. Hm, maybe skunks feel threatened by school as well.
It hit me halfway through the first lesson(English: The Great Gatsby and Mr Godden is back, thank God Miss Gates is gone.) that school has started, this is the most important term in the year, exams are in 5 weeks, I have not done anything remotely productive(except for baking and exercising) to get closer to my goal of getting into Medicine and I am screwed if I keep listening to the interesting conversations about history, politics and religion that go on at the back of the Physics classroom(which also happens to be where I always sit) and take my focus off the whiteboard and momentum and impulse and Stuart the nice physics teacher. And right after these startling revelations, my head literally started to pound. Right on cue. AKA Holiday Hangover.
And you know those grand plans to add 100 points to my Asian nerd cred by doing some hardcore studying? The outcome is what some people would describe as an epic fail.
I complain alot. kthxbye. | | |
| Stop making plans, start making sense"The glass can be half-empty or half-full, however you see it. Doesn't really matter, at least there's water in the glass. So just thank God for the water and drink the damn thing."
It's funny how we over-analyze just about everything and forget to stop and smell the lavenders and lilies and gerberas and everything-else-but-roses.
Roses; I don't care for roses. Everyone's smelling roses, so I'll dive into a field of lilies and build me a home.
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| And I want a moment to be realQuestion. Answer. Question. Answer. Question. Answer. Question. Answer. Dialtone. I'm afraid I'll stop asking questions and initiating conversations and you'll become yet another ghost contact on my list who's just there but not there. Because I don't know how long I can keep up this pingpong game before I drop the paddle and stomp off, prima donna style. I'm afraid I'll stop caring. Because too many people play this game with me and maybe, just maybe, your coloured face will fade into the black and white crowd with time and you won't be a priority anymore. Because too many people have walked in and out and far away and I'm hoping you're not one of them. In case I do run out of things to ask, I'll just let you know right now that I'm still here, period. Because you're still a priority. | | |
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