Tuesday, October 11, 2005
If boredom was a drug, I would be in the rehab center all this while, getting rid of it once or twice but never completely cured of it.
Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with my psyche. For example, I tend to not do homework (like putting off writing this english paper since 7.30 pm... now its 11.00 and I still can't bring myself to work.) and would turn my attention to anything else, if not games. I would say that I am not addicted to games, though some of my friends would violently disagree, but instead I have this constant fustration with boredom and that I am always in search of something INTERESTING that would consume my time unproductively. Damn, I hate myself.
Everyday the campus seems to become more and more beautiful as I walk to my class. The leaves are turning brown/yellow and they fall as the wind blows. Kinda reminds me of what I wrote in an essay back in secondary school... leaves falling like yellow rain... Unlike in Singapore, the temperature is really great if not getting colder and there is alot of nice breezes that I enjoy oh so much. It is amazing to see the nature change around you but I think eventually I'll get used to it and it would not amaze me much anymore.
It seems that being around with people 3 years younger than me has really shown me what I was at that age (old... so old now). Sometimes I see the 'childishness' in them and sigh. Sometimes I see the old fart in me and I sigh. Sometimes I just sigh because I'm not really making use of my time. Somehow the bunch of American kiddies that I hang out with are really enthusiastic about alcohol. Or maybe I'm play too many games to really try to understand them.
Reflection is so powerful. I shall write my paper.
shen zai fu zhong bu zhi fu.
Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with my psyche. For example, I tend to not do homework (like putting off writing this english paper since 7.30 pm... now its 11.00 and I still can't bring myself to work.) and would turn my attention to anything else, if not games. I would say that I am not addicted to games, though some of my friends would violently disagree, but instead I have this constant fustration with boredom and that I am always in search of something INTERESTING that would consume my time unproductively. Damn, I hate myself.
Everyday the campus seems to become more and more beautiful as I walk to my class. The leaves are turning brown/yellow and they fall as the wind blows. Kinda reminds me of what I wrote in an essay back in secondary school... leaves falling like yellow rain... Unlike in Singapore, the temperature is really great if not getting colder and there is alot of nice breezes that I enjoy oh so much. It is amazing to see the nature change around you but I think eventually I'll get used to it and it would not amaze me much anymore.
It seems that being around with people 3 years younger than me has really shown me what I was at that age (old... so old now). Sometimes I see the 'childishness' in them and sigh. Sometimes I see the old fart in me and I sigh. Sometimes I just sigh because I'm not really making use of my time. Somehow the bunch of American kiddies that I hang out with are really enthusiastic about alcohol. Or maybe I'm play too many games to really try to understand them.
Reflection is so powerful. I shall write my paper.
shen zai fu zhong bu zhi fu.
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