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Date: Tuesday, May 06, 2008 Time: 21:01
thought about alot of things today. and i think my life is pretty screwed up at the moment because of so much school work that i need to catch up with. but not to talk about that part. don't really like having a life revolved around studies like many other ppl. it's too short for that. although i know that studying is the most crucial for a so called bright future, i just can't make myself live a miserable life in which 1/4 is used up for mugging and mugging only. but well i hate disappointing others just like how much i hate being disappointed. i understand how much my parents put in just to make everything better for me and that should be enough to keep me working nonstop. but somehow some things are missing. most of the time, i just can't feel the kind of motivation to push me along. well it's probably because of my lack of emotion i guess. things happened taught me to be more cautious of how much to give because what you give can never be equal to what you receive. well at least in the past, i was still daring enough to go all the way just to get things i eye for. right now, all i have is a retarded optimism that helps to forget things that i don't wish to remember. sometimes you can even get used to certain emotions when some particular things happen. just like how i forgot to have the correct emotion simply because i was so used to feeling that way whenever that name is mentioned. The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear; ... But anon her awful jubilant voice, With a music strange and manifold, Flow’d forth on a carol free and bold; As when a mighty people rejoice With shawms, and with cymbals, and harps of gold... recently i feel so pathetic. things im doing feel like that last song |