load of nonsensetoo many times, i come to this page typing a whole load of nonsense that comes from nowhere but the inner voids of my somewhat incoherent mind. incoherent, because maybe this prolonged period of prosaic listlessness has me rendered devoid of the ability to form proper sentances. or, incoherent because just too many thoughts are racing to speed out the cathartic avenue the world calls blogspot.com.
in the end, the work produced by my rushing fingers is left redundant because everything gets deleted anyway.
it's like how a diary is merely a cathartic avenue of your inner whatever, and yet you don't want people to know about your inner whatever. so in the end you delete everthing and end up blog hopping so you can ignore your own perturbing paradoxical psyches and infiltrate into other people's inner whatevers.
please excuse the vocab. (what the hell is an inner whatever?!?)
so to let you in on a seemingly infinitesimal insight of my own inner whatever...
i have a wish list.
it's long and reading through it will take you on an arduous journey.
but,
i have a wish list.
it ranges from,
i wish i had a car license
to,
i wish m came home
to,
i wish i will receive my ipod video tml.
to,
i wish things in my - werent the way they are
to,
i wish i could say the things that people say are better left unsaid.
and i could go on and on,
but what did i tell you?
it's gonna be an arduous journey.
so, it's kinda pointless. it gets delected anyway, so why bother?
since a week ago in a friend's bike, i've been left with this overwhelming blast from the past, warm-fuzzy-wuzzyness which is a kind of rarity for my mildly misandrist self. so will Ronald McDonald Please Stand Up and wave his ridiculously red hands as i holler a loud I'm Lovin It! :)
abit of randomness here...
A few serious thoughts hit me these few days. Ah, such things hit me and well superme is not much of a thinker. But sometimes you do think about whether you should think. I mean, sometimes just going with the flow isn't exactly the smartest idea in town.
Haha, nope, don't intend to talk about it.
Yesterday was pretty fun. I was just damn bloody tired. But well, never spoil the fun, so it's still all fun. Beams. Days when you should just head out to the streets and get knocked down by a truck. Well, I was trying to mean live fast, die young. Haha.
I was telling my dad that I wanna sign up for drawing lessons at NAFA, and specifically charcoal. He almost whacked me. "You still don't get it that art schools are money suckers?" Haha. He insists that he can just teach me. But anyhow, Let's see if it's productive.
penned.
5/12/2006 10:49:00 AM
