Someone's calling, who do you hope it is? Nadine passed me this question in Formspring. I said, "ask again if you really want to know. :P" But nobody asked again. Haha.
Four weeks ago, I might not be thinking of whoever I'm thinking of right now. Actually, I'm pretty sure the me four weeks ago would say this freak's name. I was thinking, if someone asks me this question again, I have to avoid his name. Which points me to another dude's name. Maybe you're thinking I'm a bitch, only thinking of boys. How immature. Well, now that I think about it, I am immature. I have to get over a phase of confusion. I am doing things for the wrong reasons.
I wake up in the morning thinking I don't want to miss any class. But still, when I'm there, in those boring rooms, my mind would wander and I don't learn a thing. And there are times I do listen in class, just because I want to be able to brag later on, that I understood whatever the lesson was. I mean, I should be going to class to learn. It's not that the tuition would go to waste, or that I would be able to answer whoever, the point is that I learn something.
And, yes, the question four weeks ago and the thing about going to class do have a connection. Stressing my point, I've become immature. Or maybe I already was, I just didn't know it. I am blogging without thinking, maybe I have ADHD. Or maybe what Prof Chua said about writing and self discovery really got into me.
Okay. Hmn, what else? Oh, if someone's calling, who do I hope it is? At this exact time, I hope it's my Mom. I have things to discuss with her, but I just don't have load. LAME. But, later this day, maybe I'd hope someone calls me just to say they miss me. That's it. I hope it's someone who misses me.
Am I immature? Am I taking Eng10 too seriously? Why do I keep blogging? So many questions, soo little answers. Or something like that. Labels: #cw, %english, `life
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Someone's calling, who do you hope it is? Nadine passed me this question in Formspring. I said, "ask again if you really want to know. :P" But nobody asked again. Haha.
Four weeks ago, I might not be thinking of whoever I'm thinking of right now. Actually, I'm pretty sure the me four weeks ago would say this freak's name. I was thinking, if someone asks me this question again, I have to avoid his name. Which points me to another dude's name. Maybe you're thinking I'm a bitch, only thinking of boys. How immature. Well, now that I think about it, I am immature. I have to get over a phase of confusion. I am doing things for the wrong reasons.
I wake up in the morning thinking I don't want to miss any class. But still, when I'm there, in those boring rooms, my mind would wander and I don't learn a thing. And there are times I do listen in class, just because I want to be able to brag later on, that I understood whatever the lesson was. I mean, I should be going to class to learn. It's not that the tuition would go to waste, or that I would be able to answer whoever, the point is that I learn something.
And, yes, the question four weeks ago and the thing about going to class do have a connection. Stressing my point, I've become immature. Or maybe I already was, I just didn't know it. I am blogging without thinking, maybe I have ADHD. Or maybe what Prof Chua said about writing and self discovery really got into me.
Okay. Hmn, what else? Oh, if someone's calling, who do I hope it is? At this exact time, I hope it's my Mom. I have things to discuss with her, but I just don't have load. LAME. But, later this day, maybe I'd hope someone calls me just to say they miss me. That's it. I hope it's someone who misses me.
Am I immature? Am I taking Eng10 too seriously? Why do I keep blogging? So many questions, soo little answers. Or something like that. Labels: #cw, %english, `life
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The cat loves to purr, and meow, and hiss. She's a very noisy cat, obviously. Kitty loves to sleep, next to her love for food. Food she loves include pizza, pasta, crepes, pancakes, cakes, milktea,burgers, etc. She loves being worshipped. Bow down to me!!! She loves cuddles, unless we're not close, eew don't touch me freak.
This kitty is in-love with a non-reacting bunny. He's always acting cool, and fails at it. He is crazy and loves computers.
This is still pretty much under construction; hence the emptiness.
Adopted Trees.
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