Ey. This should've been done by Friday, but I was busy. Or lazy. Whichever you prefer, really.
First thing, though. Hui Jan, this won't be about FACS (Facial Action Coding System) no, but something else.
Not really a good start there, isn't it? Well, I'm not sure myself, so let's just call this post the Post-trials One, since everyone seems to be happy about the ''post-'' in the word ''Post-trials''.
Now this blog... I set it up a year or so ago, so I could write about stuff. Type, sorry. Express myself, you know? Being a teenager and all, and expressing yourself verbally in your house doesn't actually help a lot. I mean, your 9-year-old sister can't help you if you're suffering from internal conflict of which even you can't describe specifically yourself, can she?
Thus, the purpose of this blog. Well, it's helped me. I can just bloody well post anything I want here, and no one would care. Well, some people care, but I don't really care about them not caring, or caring otherwise.
I'm on a rant here, I have no idea what I'm saying.
I'm relieved, as most people are, because SPM trials just went through. Can't wait for the results *nervous flinch*.
Lots of stuff happened this past few months. Time as a carefree teenager runs out while that looming 12-gauge pump-action shotgun of responsibility just smirks at you from that corner turn; the same corner turn in which someday you're gonna turn around. You get older, wiser. Well, some, dumber.
Experience adds up over the years, but things never change. That's what they say. But really now?
Never?
Well, I'd say never say never, mate.
I just did say never in that sentence which proposes to avoid usage of the word ''never''. A big loophole in that philosophy, eh? I wonder which idiot came up with that.
I bet you're totally confused now. What the hell am I talking about here exactly?
Well, that's your answer. I'm confused. Emotionally, my mentality and my sense of the future is very, very, screwed up right now. I know what to do. Yes, I know what steps I'll be taking once everything is done during this high-school time. Afterwards and forward, yes, I have the vague outlook of what choices I'll be making.
But I am confused. Because, really, nothing's ever clear is it? Well, no worries, though. I'm gonna find out.
Care to join me?
First thing, though. Hui Jan, this won't be about FACS (Facial Action Coding System) no, but something else.
Not really a good start there, isn't it? Well, I'm not sure myself, so let's just call this post the Post-trials One, since everyone seems to be happy about the ''post-'' in the word ''Post-trials''.
Now this blog... I set it up a year or so ago, so I could write about stuff. Type, sorry. Express myself, you know? Being a teenager and all, and expressing yourself verbally in your house doesn't actually help a lot. I mean, your 9-year-old sister can't help you if you're suffering from internal conflict of which even you can't describe specifically yourself, can she?
Thus, the purpose of this blog. Well, it's helped me. I can just bloody well post anything I want here, and no one would care. Well, some people care, but I don't really care about them not caring, or caring otherwise.
I'm on a rant here, I have no idea what I'm saying.
I'm relieved, as most people are, because SPM trials just went through. Can't wait for the results *nervous flinch*.
Lots of stuff happened this past few months. Time as a carefree teenager runs out while that looming 12-gauge pump-action shotgun of responsibility just smirks at you from that corner turn; the same corner turn in which someday you're gonna turn around. You get older, wiser. Well, some, dumber.
Experience adds up over the years, but things never change. That's what they say. But really now?
Never?
Well, I'd say never say never, mate.
I just did say never in that sentence which proposes to avoid usage of the word ''never''. A big loophole in that philosophy, eh? I wonder which idiot came up with that.
I bet you're totally confused now. What the hell am I talking about here exactly?
Well, that's your answer. I'm confused. Emotionally, my mentality and my sense of the future is very, very, screwed up right now. I know what to do. Yes, I know what steps I'll be taking once everything is done during this high-school time. Afterwards and forward, yes, I have the vague outlook of what choices I'll be making.
But I am confused. Because, really, nothing's ever clear is it? Well, no worries, though. I'm gonna find out.
Care to join me?
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