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fall sick. see doctor get antibiotics. take antibiotics. antibiotics cause weird tingly side effects. concerned at first. ignore them. become an expert at dismissing pesky symptoms. technically get well. have fun. get accustomed to experiencing various small annoyances. don't realise yu're falling sick again. fall sick. and this is the song that never ends-
Monday, April 18, 2005
[by the way i tried to say]
thinking we can change people - naivety or egotism? we always have such grand aspirations to influence the people around us, thinking we made an impact, left a life-altering impression on them. in stories that happens all the time: the protagonist astounds friends family strangers with his personality, shines his light, illuminating everything in his path. but each of us are protagonists in our own life stories [urgh as much as i hate to say that, it makes my hair stand on end] and each of us has a light, what makes us think our light is brighter than others? if we're really affected by every single person we meet, won't we be but battered pieces of plasticine? impressionable lumps of nothing in particular? and allowing ourselves to be changed by the people around us - is that considered weak-principled or seeing the light? [lololol shit i just made a pun.] it's easy to judge when situations are presented to us in black and white, but in reality ceteris paribus does not exist.
[Listening to: hollaback girl by gwen stefani]
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
[by the way i tried to say]
when yu feel so tired. and yu wish yu could press the pause button so the whole silly world would stop zooming past yu. and yu wish yu had a friend who didn't have to go to work or to school or to complete some impt business and who could just sit with yu for say maybe 3 months or so to watch the grass grow. someone yu could keep in your secret hiding place so that the rest of the world doesn't find him and kidnap him into their relentless flurry of things-to-do. somewhere off in a place where time doesn't chase after yu like a ticking crocodile.