if it keeps on raining, the levee's going to break.
'It's better than real. Real is overrated.' Dreamrider by Barry Jonsberg
My thoughts come and go at the speed of light, mostly. First I wanted to write something about this compelling line, about being materialistic and probably end up comforting myself that 'haha, I'm above everyone else. But secretly I envy them.' But by the next second, I decided it was too cliched and changed my mind. I went off and commented on a friend's entry on a bad day at work. Then I got back here, to pick up where I left off. Nothing came to mind.
I need new icons, desperately, but the urgency to get it doesn't seem to affect me at all. Maybe I'm all over getting new, cool, special icons phase. Haha. Like when I was 12 or 13, I was deeply entrenched in the blogging wave, which didn't actually sweep the people around me till a couple of years on. Is blogging cool? Honestly, I don't know. First I started out, I thought hey! this is the revolution. Then it came along resentment when blogging got hot in Singapore. I'm neither a crowd follower nor a leader, but I decided to hate the idea of writing online posts because it made me feel like I was everyone else with their daily rants (albeit I'm guilty of such too) and raves. And finally, I think I'm gaining maturity with a more objective view on blogging at this stage, where I could pull out good and poor examples of keeping a web log and pretend that I'm once again above all, et cetera. I suppose most of us will eventually go through the same stages. My feelings on this? I'm 50/50 on 'gosh I hate this and i want to protest' and 'bah, life's such. Let's play it mature.'
Senseless talking. It happens when my thoughts can't settle on anything for more than a nanosecond. I'm quite impressed that I actually remembered my old physics/maths units.
My thoughts come and go at the speed of light, mostly. First I wanted to write something about this compelling line, about being materialistic and probably end up comforting myself that 'haha, I'm above everyone else. But secretly I envy them.' But by the next second, I decided it was too cliched and changed my mind. I went off and commented on a friend's entry on a bad day at work. Then I got back here, to pick up where I left off. Nothing came to mind.
I need new icons, desperately, but the urgency to get it doesn't seem to affect me at all. Maybe I'm all over getting new, cool, special icons phase. Haha. Like when I was 12 or 13, I was deeply entrenched in the blogging wave, which didn't actually sweep the people around me till a couple of years on. Is blogging cool? Honestly, I don't know. First I started out, I thought hey! this is the revolution. Then it came along resentment when blogging got hot in Singapore. I'm neither a crowd follower nor a leader, but I decided to hate the idea of writing online posts because it made me feel like I was everyone else with their daily rants (albeit I'm guilty of such too) and raves. And finally, I think I'm gaining maturity with a more objective view on blogging at this stage, where I could pull out good and poor examples of keeping a web log and pretend that I'm once again above all, et cetera. I suppose most of us will eventually go through the same stages. My feelings on this? I'm 50/50 on 'gosh I hate this and i want to protest' and 'bah, life's such. Let's play it mature.'
Senseless talking. It happens when my thoughts can't settle on anything for more than a nanosecond. I'm quite impressed that I actually remembered my old physics/maths units.