It's Just My Imagination
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
 
SuCkS.

I haven't been exercising enough control on myself these days. I am running wild and ill-disciplined all over again. So what I stay up til unearthly hours ? I do things that people ( who work efficiently) can complete in a matter of an hour, slowly and dragg as if its due like 6 months from now ( KI Paper 3 - 6 months long). I haven't been training , I haven't been pushing myself hard enough.I haven't been making any effort, I haven't been restraining myself quite enough.

I haven't trained since eons ago. I haven't touched my hurdles for donkey years. My legs are swarmed with alienic lumps of mutanic fat, wobbling like hell 2nd degree burn bubbles (that some guy sustained during obs in a bid to compete for the biggest bubble).

I haven't practiced my piano for 8 days straight. My fingers are as stiff as pieces of wood. The muscles in my hand get all tired and squished after the first piece. UTTERLY HORRIBLE. nightmare indeed.


# work on toll

1. Balloon Car
2. LA Debate - Write the speech
3. SPIRE- reflection log
4. MI Logic Test to study for
5. green slip :/


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the chilly breeze of the night
the brief chance by fate and long-lasting aftertaste
one time encounter, ever-lasting impression
merge your weary eyes, evaluate the darkness in you
find meaning to what you are inside, to no avail.
no light thru the tunnel, take comfort and linger by the walls
balance on the line that separates one and two
find yourself suspended in mid-air, your arm of support vanishes
you plunge , head on. head on. head on. head on. head on.
pray.

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call in the cops, bring her bestfriend back to her for he stole the glimmer of hope
 
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