Meritocracy sucks
Play asshole daidee, you'll understand.
"The only equality possible is the equality of opportunity." ... my shiny rubber butt yeah.
The only equality possible is mortality.
Emo emo emo emo.
I think Terry Pratchet once wrote something about how you always get these great inspirations at night, but then in the morning you always feel like crap ah here it is:
High over the Circle Sea Rincewind was feeling a bit of an idiot.
This happens to everyone sooner or later.
For example, in a tavern someone jogs your elbow and you turn around quickly and give a mouthful of abuse to, you become slowly aware, the belt buckle of a man who, it turns out, was probably hewn rather than born.
Or a little car runs into the back of yours and you rush out to show a bunch of fives to the driver who, it becomes apparent as he goes on unfolding more body like some horrible conjuring trick, must have been sitting on the back seat.
Or you might be leading your mutinous colleagues to the captain's cabin and you hammer on the door and he sticks his great head out with a cutlass in either hand and you say 'We're taking over the ship, you scum, and the lads are right with me!' and he says 'What lads?' and you suddenly feel a great emptiness behind you and you say 'Um ...'
In other words, it's the familiar hot sinking feeling experienced by everyone who has let the waves of their own anger throw them far up on the beach of retribution, leaving them, in the poetic language of the everyday, up shit creek.
Wait that's not it, but nevermind.
Nights are usually so gloomy and horrifyingly bleak especially when you're procrastinating with that whole crapload of un-understood notes behind you. At nights, i always become pensive and hence regretful or inspired. Then i'll forge some noble or mug-worthy resolutions. But come morning, i'd be lazing around my bed and thinking how corny and unrealistic my resolutions were.
Right now i feel like a small fry being lowered into life's cauldron of boiling shit. Mmmm... fry. Malliard reaction. I have no future, actually nobody has a future beyond a few hundred years.
Its times like these you grab the Bible, read something, pray a little and go sleep. I like Matthew so much that i seldom even read the rest of it.
I think Chronos short-changes me just because i don't wear a watch.
Well everyone around me seems to have wonderful plans for the couple of months after A's. But i'll think my life will lose quite a significant bit of intent after it goes. (But choi touch wood i dun want to re-take next year.) And there you have it, here i am thinking about how i'll miss mugging in the future when i'm not really mugging now even if i'm supposed to.
But i think i do have some sketchy sort of plan. I'll do some community service so i can have fun and still feel good about myself after that, in fact, i think my mom's friends have already invited me, some time ago, to go help out after my A levels end. Aunty Constance recommends that i go work on the Logos, correction its the doulos my bad logos was last time. But i don't even know where it is now. Then i'll build a trebuchet and besiege something somewhere. Then i also have to (try to) plan and raise funds for this trip to Laos/Nepal/Vanuatu to build houses. And i'll have to get more in touch with God. Maybe there'll be a family holiday. I dunno, i never really gave much thought to it. Maybe i'll invite all my imaginary friends back, but there'll be upset i haven't really talked to them in while. Why do the flowers fall? My perfect pizza will have cheese on it. There are people in the moon. They come out from the holes but the lights frighten them.
And you say "wtf is this?"
HDR rocks
Press Play^
Red Hot Chili Peppers rocks, thnx WX.
What and emo post.
Hm this is a first, someone nagging me to blog. EH.
Oh and everyone should play nationstates! Now even Glori and Ber and CY are playing.
"The only equality possible is the equality of opportunity." ... my shiny rubber butt yeah.
The only equality possible is mortality.
Emo emo emo emo.
I think Terry Pratchet once wrote something about how you always get these great inspirations at night, but then in the morning you always feel like crap ah here it is:
High over the Circle Sea Rincewind was feeling a bit of an idiot.
This happens to everyone sooner or later.
For example, in a tavern someone jogs your elbow and you turn around quickly and give a mouthful of abuse to, you become slowly aware, the belt buckle of a man who, it turns out, was probably hewn rather than born.
Or a little car runs into the back of yours and you rush out to show a bunch of fives to the driver who, it becomes apparent as he goes on unfolding more body like some horrible conjuring trick, must have been sitting on the back seat.
Or you might be leading your mutinous colleagues to the captain's cabin and you hammer on the door and he sticks his great head out with a cutlass in either hand and you say 'We're taking over the ship, you scum, and the lads are right with me!' and he says 'What lads?' and you suddenly feel a great emptiness behind you and you say 'Um ...'
In other words, it's the familiar hot sinking feeling experienced by everyone who has let the waves of their own anger throw them far up on the beach of retribution, leaving them, in the poetic language of the everyday, up shit creek.
Wait that's not it, but nevermind.
Nights are usually so gloomy and horrifyingly bleak especially when you're procrastinating with that whole crapload of un-understood notes behind you. At nights, i always become pensive and hence regretful or inspired. Then i'll forge some noble or mug-worthy resolutions. But come morning, i'd be lazing around my bed and thinking how corny and unrealistic my resolutions were.
Right now i feel like a small fry being lowered into life's cauldron of boiling shit. Mmmm... fry. Malliard reaction. I have no future, actually nobody has a future beyond a few hundred years.
Its times like these you grab the Bible, read something, pray a little and go sleep. I like Matthew so much that i seldom even read the rest of it.
I think Chronos short-changes me just because i don't wear a watch.
Well everyone around me seems to have wonderful plans for the couple of months after A's. But i'll think my life will lose quite a significant bit of intent after it goes. (But choi touch wood i dun want to re-take next year.) And there you have it, here i am thinking about how i'll miss mugging in the future when i'm not really mugging now even if i'm supposed to.
But i think i do have some sketchy sort of plan. I'll do some community service so i can have fun and still feel good about myself after that, in fact, i think my mom's friends have already invited me, some time ago, to go help out after my A levels end. Aunty Constance recommends that i go work on the Logos, correction its the doulos my bad logos was last time. But i don't even know where it is now. Then i'll build a trebuchet and besiege something somewhere. Then i also have to (try to) plan and raise funds for this trip to Laos/Nepal/Vanuatu to build houses. And i'll have to get more in touch with God. Maybe there'll be a family holiday. I dunno, i never really gave much thought to it. Maybe i'll invite all my imaginary friends back, but there'll be upset i haven't really talked to them in while. Why do the flowers fall? My perfect pizza will have cheese on it. There are people in the moon. They come out from the holes but the lights frighten them.
And you say "wtf is this?"
HDR rocks
Press Play^
Red Hot Chili Peppers rocks, thnx WX.
What and emo post.
Hm this is a first, someone nagging me to blog. EH.
Oh and everyone should play nationstates! Now even Glori and Ber and CY are playing.
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