Tuesday, September 27, 2005 I'm tempted to write a "I'm that girl who..." post, which has been passing around the blogosphere. It's sorta like a confession e.g. "I'm that girl who defenestrated her pet dog for fun" or "I'm that girl who's still hung up over my 36/40 grade for my math test in Primary Two", that kinda thing. Jon also did his own take on it a while back, and after reading his and many other posts on this, I have this cathartic urge to confess all my deadly dark secrets as well. And it has to be done in the most cryptic fashion possible, there's no fun dealing out the truth in black and white. People are curious by nature, and I'm sure everyone will have loads of fun trying to read between the lines. (If you claim you're not curious, you're officially a Freak Of Nature.) I'm just worried that I might spill more than I want to, or unwittingly find out more about myself than I really need to know, or develop an even more narcissistic/exhibitionist streak in my character, so let's see how things go. In any case, another day passes, and yet another day passes. I've yet to see any difference, or similarities for that matter. But even if it's not manifested physically, I can still feel it deep beneath my bones. And maybe, just maybe.. ..that's all that really matters. she procrastinated @ 00:54 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies coming down and wretched. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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