Monday, October 25, 2010

oh shit.

I don't know what just happened. You do remember sometimes when you just go wha? What happened? This is one of the times. Recess week just slipped by, slippery as a fish. Or a soap bar. And all that I remember about it is that it's over already. And that I haven't done any of the things that I wanted to do during that period of time. Including my presentation. Really, it's just one of those times, when I wish I could turn back time. But if I could, then I'd probably want to turn it back more than to just last week. There would be so many places back in time I wanted to go to. Probably just for the better I can't anyway.


On another note, I really want to say how difficult it is for me to churn out long, detailed entries about whatever I want to say anyway these days. It's probably because of this social whirlpool known as facebook, which people are sharing stuff and updating shit on anyway, making online journals like this kind of redundant. Well, I hope it doesn't, because unlike facebook, I can probably type shit here without worrying(too much) about who sees it anyway. Actually I probably do. It's still on the internet isn't it? It's just one of those (many) times that I'm not making any sense. Understandably, given that it's 5.35 in the morning and I've got a lecture in four hours, which leaves me wondering why the fuck I'm still doing a redundant post I'll come to regret when re-reading this some time in the future.

Note to self when I do come back and read this: DO NOT WASTE TIME ON THINGS LIKE THIS AGAIN!

justin.

Friday, October 15, 2010

what do we do? where do we go?

I don't know. I just want to sleep.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

say more with less.

I realise, now, that it is so much easier to write more, than to express all your ideas within a word limit.

justin.

Saturday, October 09, 2010

punch you in your dreams.

Who really knew what happened last night? I was happily asleep when I woke up with a sudden, sharp pain on my right knuckle. I saw some skin coming off, an abrasion no doubt. Coupled with the throbbing pain, I could only conclude that I had inadvertently punched the wall in my sleep. Without consciousness to hold back some strength(not that I had a lot in the first place, fortunately), my subconscious (and probably dreaming) self had done something really stupid. And now, I have a pain in my right knuckle for something I don't even remember doing.

I was also thinking, on a totally random note, what did I leave behind when I stopped going for softball trainings in the second year of my Sec 3 education. I had thoroughly enjoyed trainings, a feeling I've recently remembered (though not fully) after going for hall softball trainings. What if I had followed through? I guess I'll never know. Would really like to get a glove though(or my glove back. I lent it to someone and it was never returned for 7 years. Then again the condition would probably not be worth it anyway.)For now, back to studying. MUST CONCENTRATE!

justin.

Friday, October 08, 2010

you can't win this fight.

It's a struggle. Been 1 month since the start of school and activities wise it's been great. There are friends to hang out with just a stones throw away, or in my room. What is the real struggle is with myself, to really concentrate on studies with the plethora of activities luring me away from them. The environment is pretty conducive whenever I really do study. The problem is that I don't do it often enough. I wish I could slap myself awake. Not literally. Since I have writing classes, perhaps it's time to come here more and polish up my writing.

justin.