a rough patchwork of stolen witticism, Oscar Wilde quotes and word of mouth music.an odd tapestry of borrowed thoughts, an embroidery of all people known ( and will ever get to know) and somehow. Because to be one original thing is the holy grail of existence and we all know how hard the search for that has turned out.
a pack rat by nature (look under the bed), even more difficult to clear up intangible debris to find who we are.
bits and pieces of the truth woven into the best type of lie there is : a true lie.
Schoolwise
I haz formal, why is this more trouble than I remembered?
Being told that I am not Second Language Chinese Advance material makes me v. sad and also wondering just exactly what I've learnt in 6 years of higher Chinese.
I don't know if I'm interested in the school, to represent it or invest time in it's name. On one hand, the homework is always on time and shirt always tucked in and on the other, well, it is hard to find passion for anything else let alone school.
I take a long time making dull water coloured decision that by the time I do, most of them don't matter anymore.
Gah!
Lifewise
I have no idea why but sometimes my presence simply fades into an odd grin and an occasional strangled giggle. It's like I have forgotten how to communicate or is this because I've never really learnt how. The power of awkwardness is over whelming and surprisingly ticklish.
Where is the line between being self reflective and narcissism and when do you know you've crossed it?
OKAYMOVINGONWISE
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