Feb 01, 2010 03:41
Currently,
the mask on my face is policing my ability for spoken words. At length, I find many thoughts floating on my mind in a helpless concoction affording only a unanimous despair. I dream about being at the shore of an impending Tsunami, agreeing with Nature that this should be the end of my life, and closing my eyes to a predictable halt. And that is a dream, you know, not a nightmare.
Because nightmares usually flock around Man, not Nature. The biggest tragedy is man-made.
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At our own dingy basement, we all hold this calculator with arithmetics of emotions. Secretly waiting.
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I can safely say now, that after gone through 3 semesters in school, I don't like the way I've turned out. And yet, when I reflect, everything was trigger-cirumstance-trigger-circumstance. I don't know how can I seek jurisdiction when things turn out this way. Who's to anchor the blame game?
For one, I really hope to be left alone and to study. I don't feel the need anymore to "value-add" my education, because it has done nothing but to minus an otherwise holistic time in class.
Perhaps, the paradigm is really true as what Calvin says "this is reality isn't it", that when you work people keep quiet, when you make a mistake, everyone stirs.
I am currently contemplating to steer my ship in another direction, the end-island is not fucking worth it anymore.