Tuesday, July 21, 2009
It's a crazy world out there. Take care.The power of realization is awesome. Especially if you're someone like me who spends half his life spacing out in his head. Although it doesn't show on my face, i'm spaced out alright. The one you see is auto-pilot-Dylan.
I just realized that my toes are crooked.
So yeah. Today was....somewhat eventful. Racial Harmony day today. Last year's celebration was much better than today's. For many reasons. One, last year was more.....enthu. In a sense. If i remember correctly everyone had like almost no lessons on that day and we were all free to roam around the school at our own leisurely pace. THAT is a celebration. That actually makes hanging out in school possible and, actually, enjoyable.
I just realized that i lead a sad life.Just picked up the guitar again in what, 2 weeks? And tried to learn a couple of new songs. Checked out Zombie by the Cranberries. It's an easy song, i think. Competition's in a few days... sigh... Whatever happened to 'just have fun' man... I miss those days when i was actually.... happy. But i guess i'm wrong. I can never be happy. Not now. Not ever. Sometimes i think that humans aren't meant to be happy. They are built to be vessels of complain and stuff. Even if someone doesnt say it, he or she has something deep deep deep deeeeeep down inside to complain about. No matter how subtle or harsh. Complain. It's forever in you.
I just realized that i am very very very confused now.However, on a much happier/lighter/nerf-related note, I may be going for a nerf-war (i think that's what it's called) with a couple of friends. It's gonna be fun. Nothing beats plastic wepons and foam projectiles. It's like playing paintball. For 5 year olds. But meh, warfare is warfare. Nothing more, nothing less. Training was slack. But i guess that's all we get when competition is in two days time. I have a really bad feeling about friday. But then again it's always the same old feeling. Year after year, time after time.
I just realized that i can never be like you. Ever.A wild thought just came to me. It would be so cool. To be able to see what is in my mind on the computer. I mean like would'nt you like to see what you are actually thinking about? That would be the most awesomest thing ever. But nothing can beat flying. Nothing.Comes.Close. (sound familiar? All you avid public-transport users. HAHA) I can imagine getting yelled at by a teacher for something and just dashing out of the classroom, leaping off the ledge, and head for the clouds. Not to mention night flying. Soaring through the cool and crisp night air, admiring the moon from a skyscraper.... Sigh... My sister once told me this," Sometimes our imagination is too perfect." Now i see the logic behind that... A 15-year old boy. Dreaming about Flying. He must be insane?! But that's the gospel truth. I.Want.To.Fly. I can even cry about not being able to fly. It's true....Ten minutes to CSI:NY. Man i love that show... nothing like an hour long show about murders and apprehending criminals to end a long and tiring tuesday night.
I just realized that i need to lose weight. Lots of it.When someone tells you to take care. What do they mean? Can care be found? Can care be taken? Or is 'care' just a fragment of our imagination? Something that gives us the reason to say," You werent careful enough!" And push the blame to someone else. Oh wells. I'm on auto-pilot now. So i can't guarantee that everything here makes sense.
I just realized that i need a haircut.So far eight people know my secret. I certainly hope it stays that way. The lesser people know, the better. Looking at my photo albums, i just realized that i have led a good life up til now. It's time to take life by the horns and face it. But sometimes the energy for that is just drained out from my like water leaks from a cracked vase. It's that crappy... Sheesh.
I just realized that i want to hug you. I need to hug you.I am contemplating making my "adult-milo" now. A concoction of innocent and healthy milo, mixed with the juice of happiness, baileys. Irish cream had never tasted better. But the bottles getting lighter and lighter each time. So i guess it's alcohol rationing time. HAHA.
I just realized that it's 9.52pm.I wonder what it would feel like to hug a friend. I've hugged a couple of people before but only a few meant something to me. I guess being tall does have it's downsides.... Apparently no one like to hug the lamp post. Sigh...Maybe if i didn't sweat so much or smelt like a human being things'll be different. Or maybe if i was born a girl...THAT would be so screwed.... Sigh...
I just realized that i don't have much of a choice.
Ok, time for CSI:NY to take over my life. Shall blog again when i can. Or feel like it. ttfn.
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