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[07 Mar 2007|10:31am] |
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (no words, really)
have you ever wanted to just walk up to a particular person calmly, sit them down, slowly point your gun beneath the table, make idle conversation, and then just pull the damn trigger from beneath, so they don't know what's coming? and then say something terrifying, e.g. 'i will strike down upon thee with great vengeance, and you will know that i am the Lord', while calmly proceeding to empty your round of bullets and watch the blood spurt in all directions.
lately i've been getting that feeling a lot-- where does my violent streak come from?
i'm going to the gym later. i don't know what else to do.
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[07 Mar 2007|03:59pm] |
people like C make me wish i were bolder, more passionate, and more reckless; i think it's better to live life that way than to be silent and just plain fucking pathetic. at the end of the day it isn't all about being 'correct' in the eyes of others, but rather, about taking a stand and sticking to it as long as it's reasonable. no matter what, they have a strong sense of self. the people i will never forget in life are the stubborn ones, the courageous ones, the brilliant and intelligent ones, the ones who aren't afraid to rub people the wrong way and be obnoxious at times. you either love them or you hate them-- it's like they have this invisible magnetic field that either sucks you in or repels you-- but it's clear that they make an impression. maybe you don't have to be a people-pleaser, and you don't need to be liked by everyone.
on the other hand, the world is filled with people who are bitter for various reasons (i've always been bitter about certain things as well). no matter what you do, they will have something to say against you (which, i'm beginning to realize, may be fine, in the sense that you come to expect certain people to do things a certain way). all you can do is wish them good luck, and move on.
it's nice though-- it is sinking in that i'm leaving rgps, rgs, and rjc all at once. each chapter never really ended, and everything seems to have crashed to a halt now, for good. i never had any firm desire to go to any of the raffles schools and i just drifted along with my friends, but it's somehow become a part of me over the past twelve out of my 18 years. i can honestly say that i am leaving rjc without bearing any hatred or dislike for anyone, and i'm definitely looking forward to encountering some familiar people in the future who i've come to know and admire for different reasons. and it's strange, but when i think of my schooling experience (rgs in particular, followed by rgps) something swells up in me. i've never sang the rjc school song (GROSS!), but the rgs song was so lovely. i think i might have to download it into my ipod soon. it's been a while since i last heard it.
( rubbish )
anyway i just made three batches of blueberry muffins topped with double cream, and a huge tray of amazing earl-grey-and-orange teacakes (....WITHOUT USING ANY RECIPES, just my newly perfected mad cooking skillzzz!). i really should post pictures of all the delicious things i've been making the past few weeks. my dad's going to india on saturday morning for two weeks. i was supposed to go with him but i've got an internship to attend, unfortunately.
to anyone who's angry: go for a run, then bake something tasty for yourself, your family and your friends. you'll feel better after getting all the rage out of your system, and well, it's always nice to receive compliments after you've done something fun :D
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[07 Mar 2007|07:35pm] |
i threw my phone into a pail filled with water 2 days ago (accidentally-- it was 4am, i was trying to brush my teeth, the sink was wet and i was stupid). i've been looking online to see which new phone i should get, and i got carried away.
at first i was looking at this and i thought, 'ah, this is pretty'.
and then...i don't usually like pink, but this caught my eye. it's not so much the phone itself, but rather, the presentation. it makes me want to reach out and stroke it or something. actually i think it's the lace that really does it for me. the phone gets more hideous the more i look at it. i like manly, glossy piano-black phones.
!!!!!!!!!!! (click!)
:D (click!)
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