Thursday, April 21, 2005
Oh man am i unfit. I can't run no more... I've clocked a consistant 12:30 for the past few attempts. I guess that means i'm getting a letter of warning. Not that it matters anyways(refering to the letter of warning ~ I am very afraid of getting obease).
For the past few days my mind has been on one phenomenon, one that I have encountered many times already. Its the strange feeling you get when you look at someone you know but you can't seem to recognise, almost as if discovering that that person had a second face that you didn't know about. This is not triggered by action or event... sometimes if you look hard enough or just look at someone at a different angle... its just different. And freaky. Or funny.
Don't blame me if I start laughing at you for no reason.
I'm not in the mood to do anything else but slack (something which I am proficient at). I can almost count the days when I am free of my current obligations and hope for the day when I can embrace my motherland. Soon, I'd regain most of my grammar and vocabulary to show what I consider as a good day for me.
My primary school teacher is right. I should write a book on excuses and reason for not doing important stuff. It'd be a bestseller.
For the past few days my mind has been on one phenomenon, one that I have encountered many times already. Its the strange feeling you get when you look at someone you know but you can't seem to recognise, almost as if discovering that that person had a second face that you didn't know about. This is not triggered by action or event... sometimes if you look hard enough or just look at someone at a different angle... its just different. And freaky. Or funny.
Don't blame me if I start laughing at you for no reason.
I'm not in the mood to do anything else but slack (something which I am proficient at). I can almost count the days when I am free of my current obligations and hope for the day when I can embrace my motherland. Soon, I'd regain most of my grammar and vocabulary to show what I consider as a good day for me.
My primary school teacher is right. I should write a book on excuses and reason for not doing important stuff. It'd be a bestseller.
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