bowling for columbine
wat is one supposed to do with a burgeoning mole which itches like hell?
i have no idea. melanoma or some sort i suppose. oh much ado bout nothing.
**
the CAS are looming, cher is still going to pose nude for her 60th birthday, and my hair is getting messier by the day. things just don't get any better than this, do they. i won't deny that i'm currently in the 'constipated' mood-phase whereby i have no idea when i'm really happy or when i'm downright effed up.
evry morning i go to school with the End in mind, and that is to go straight home right after lessons end and not stay for a minute longer, lest the suffocating presence smothers me to a weary heap. i'm sure i've said this more than once. but it's still the case. it's tiring being around people. people who are inconsequential. the 'friendships' being pretty much shrouded in ambiguity and indifference.
i put on an act daily. in front of these people. they see me as the loud-mouthed, brash, vulgar, free-spirited, randomly hilarious individual. a few have a better glimpse of who i am inside. but seriously, who cares? who really cares bout wat they think of me, and how i assume how they think of me, and wat i think of them.
wat's important is how i think of myself. so instead of feeling like a major fraud, a tiresome clown or a really confused schizo, i will embrace my entire being, warts and all.
i will forgive myself for being excessively drama-mama to try to garner attention.
i will let go of all the profanities i spewed in front of the people who don't deserve to to subjected to such offense.
i will work on being the person whom God made me to be and deal with my sins a step at a time, believing that i will evolve to be the Real Me eventually. even if it will take me an entire lifetime of misunderstandings, misgivings and misconceptions. cos i only have to answer to myself, and nothing that happens shld demean my worth.
and i will not get angry with those who misjudge me. cos you're not privileged nuff to get to know me in a deeper sense ey. aww.
**
the serious new year resolutions aside, i'm still worried about my cancerous-lookin Mole and hope that it'll just turn out to be a pesky mosquito's nasty doing.
i have no idea. melanoma or some sort i suppose. oh much ado bout nothing.
**
the CAS are looming, cher is still going to pose nude for her 60th birthday, and my hair is getting messier by the day. things just don't get any better than this, do they. i won't deny that i'm currently in the 'constipated' mood-phase whereby i have no idea when i'm really happy or when i'm downright effed up.
evry morning i go to school with the End in mind, and that is to go straight home right after lessons end and not stay for a minute longer, lest the suffocating presence smothers me to a weary heap. i'm sure i've said this more than once. but it's still the case. it's tiring being around people. people who are inconsequential. the 'friendships' being pretty much shrouded in ambiguity and indifference.
i put on an act daily. in front of these people. they see me as the loud-mouthed, brash, vulgar, free-spirited, randomly hilarious individual. a few have a better glimpse of who i am inside. but seriously, who cares? who really cares bout wat they think of me, and how i assume how they think of me, and wat i think of them.
wat's important is how i think of myself. so instead of feeling like a major fraud, a tiresome clown or a really confused schizo, i will embrace my entire being, warts and all.
i will forgive myself for being excessively drama-mama to try to garner attention.
i will let go of all the profanities i spewed in front of the people who don't deserve to to subjected to such offense.
i will work on being the person whom God made me to be and deal with my sins a step at a time, believing that i will evolve to be the Real Me eventually. even if it will take me an entire lifetime of misunderstandings, misgivings and misconceptions. cos i only have to answer to myself, and nothing that happens shld demean my worth.
and i will not get angry with those who misjudge me. cos you're not privileged nuff to get to know me in a deeper sense ey. aww.
**
the serious new year resolutions aside, i'm still worried about my cancerous-lookin Mole and hope that it'll just turn out to be a pesky mosquito's nasty doing.
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