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Saturday, September 17, 2005

ohdear i feel lazy and sly and slow like some caterpillar.

shit im bored again, i got physics PT to do, but the rubrics are so uncertain and it states that we have to do some roller-coaster building practical? dunno. but i have some weird idea for the brochure, but i need clearer rubrics! MR THIO!!!

haha listening to ABBA again cause mommy put the cd on. I WANNA WATCH CIRQUE DU SOLEIL (ten days more! ten days more!) mommy is currently snoozing from her op yesterday.

zzz.

this is such a lerthagic day devoid of any inspiration or any creativity or any innovation at all. I NEED SOMETHING TO DO. dammit. after such a phrase of creative writing im squished till the extent that my brain juice level has reached EXTREME CRICTICAL. im sick of repeating my calligraphy over and over i shall pretty much get sick of it soon, i need something new to write, i need to enter anybody phase of drawing something. searching desperately for the creativity that can be expressed and cure this CHRONIC STRESS OF OURS. heh.

im starting to get irritated by my quills, i begin to wish for a broad pen which i can do the proper calligraphy. im sick of searching for inspiration to write my poems and sick of wishing for poems to come and sick of nothing nothing nada nada nada.nada thou art nada in nada, nada y pues nada y pues...

we had congress on friday and it was awfully slow moving as well. the problems raised were quite redundant because we KEEP ON PROCRASNATING like ME. i refuse to take up physics pt and continue in this boredom. not concrete issues, some of them. (because all of them feel this urgent need to excel and I DONT.) and everyone's like got their future mapped out as such, and wanting to take this this in university and become this this this, and worrying about mantaining their GPAs so that they can get this subjects and whatnot. eeyer. and what else do you want the teachers to do? its just that we procrastinate and we dont want to acknowledge it. like bio pt was given to us for the whole holiday and we didnt like bother to start on it, start fermenting on anything, reading up. nobody likes work. and they say they sacrifice their sleep on it when they had the whole holiday to do it, and i think its getting very hypocritical because i did that also. jeesh. and im still going to continue doing like, procrastinating. URGH. the conumdrum and parody of self expression.

stupid. and i wish that since our focus is so much on literature why could we not have MORE literature lessons where we can study more literature books and what not???!!! (pissed look) like we should have LIT EVERYDAY. and study great authors like Hemingway and playwrights like dear ole shaking pear.

and i want training to wake up and shake up this dull pounding saturday afternoon. the physical pain is good for you. and i want to run chelsea rounds and rounds and rounds until i get all the formulas and information out of my head.

IDIOT. curses. rambling away while developing the idea for phy pt in my head. i need to shower. good ideas always come in the shower and get whirled and sorted in the steam. i need to visit the book shop where i can just read and read and read, then i can go for training and train and train and forget everything. and then i can go back to the drawing board or to the manuscript and shower and get all those ideas on paper. and HAH. im getting a headache.

good idea. im poofing

the twinn posse x
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