We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
ok no more whining. even i am sick of hearing my internal voice. so that’s quite enough moping and time to do something with my life. since the upswing isn’t coming, i’ll make one for myself.
i’ve been so sad these few days. it’s a feeling that doesn’t come to me often, not because i’m a freak and permanently happy, but because i rarely let it get to me. and now i don’t know what to do with it. the sappy cantonese songs do a terrible job of snapping me out …
i am turning into someone with no ambition, no drive, no energy, and worst of all, someone who sits around all day whining about life’s lemons and not doing anything about it. and just to illustrate my point, i will now proceed to whine about mondays. i really dread mondays. it feels like i’ve been …
while hanging out at timbre – chu: so the angmohs think that we are very fascinating… we drink out of plastic bags. (everyone ruminates on this fascinating fact) me: mm yeah i never thought about that. so if they don’t drink out of plastic bags, what do they drink from then? everyone: …cups? Peasant Ong …
between the afternoon heat, my sloth and the sing-along concert below my block, my weekends are shot to hell. nothing gets done on the weekend despite all the grand formulations. last friday night was spent at juliet’s surprise farewell party at Laurent Bernard’s Portsdown branch, although i did give some of the game away when …
from http://www.frustratedkid.com/badass-penguins the random crap i surf online. but this one is funny hahaha. i bet those penguins were the cool kids at school.