You know your brain's screwed when...
You have written a whole journal entry then forget the fact and close the window.
So yeah, here's my second attempt.
That teaches me not to write at 12am dead tired and not to surf while doing it!
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Others love their freedom, but I prefer submission.
It’s not that I don’t know freedom.
I just want to submit to you.
Willing submission is sweeter than exalted freedom.
-Submission by Manhae Han Yong-Un
(Translated by Francisca Cho)
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So here's a poem that could give people very wrong impression.-I do have both of my hands full.
On the left I have slippery mistress of time and on the right, crafty mistress of money! ;)
But the idea in itself is intoxicating. It would be lovely,to be focused on a direction, goal, or someone entirely, that you consider that fact sweet.
Last weekend my family went to Mt.Fuji, to hike.
It was fun, waking mom up at 5:30 after making bentous myself.
Look on her face was priceless.
The hike was lovely, though it seemed slightly challenging for Wormmon- you'd think otherwise, with the number of legs he has! But then again, he HAS been only staying indoors lately.
My parents seems anxious to check up on my "status" as none-student.
While my father gets downright ticked at the fact I'm still putting off university, mother is just giving me the brows.
I admit, it makes me feel guilty...Not to mention it keeps on reminding me that I'm their only son...now...
Am I trying too hard to speed up my process to true independence?
I'm not sure if I am to focus more on keeping my parents happy, or figure out what I really want to do with my life.
But I do admit, passing out on my bed at 11 pm most nights-
I wonder if I am doing the right thing.
It's raining, and perhaps that's the reason of this hard hitting depression.
I know I'll get out of it soon.
With help of warm coffee and warm social time spent with my two favorite friends...
So yeah, here's my second attempt.
That teaches me not to write at 12am dead tired and not to surf while doing it!
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Others love their freedom, but I prefer submission.
It’s not that I don’t know freedom.
I just want to submit to you.
Willing submission is sweeter than exalted freedom.
-Submission by Manhae Han Yong-Un
(Translated by Francisca Cho)
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So here's a poem that could give people very wrong impression.-I do have both of my hands full.
On the left I have slippery mistress of time and on the right, crafty mistress of money! ;)
But the idea in itself is intoxicating. It would be lovely,to be focused on a direction, goal, or someone entirely, that you consider that fact sweet.
Last weekend my family went to Mt.Fuji, to hike.
It was fun, waking mom up at 5:30 after making bentous myself.
Look on her face was priceless.
The hike was lovely, though it seemed slightly challenging for Wormmon- you'd think otherwise, with the number of legs he has! But then again, he HAS been only staying indoors lately.
My parents seems anxious to check up on my "status" as none-student.
While my father gets downright ticked at the fact I'm still putting off university, mother is just giving me the brows.
I admit, it makes me feel guilty...Not to mention it keeps on reminding me that I'm their only son...now...
Am I trying too hard to speed up my process to true independence?
I'm not sure if I am to focus more on keeping my parents happy, or figure out what I really want to do with my life.
But I do admit, passing out on my bed at 11 pm most nights-
I wonder if I am doing the right thing.
It's raining, and perhaps that's the reason of this hard hitting depression.
I know I'll get out of it soon.
With help of warm coffee and warm social time spent with my two favorite friends...