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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
I tried my best reading through a few blogs today. Upon reaching a particular friend's online diary, the same bewilderment as to why people find pleasure in self-torture finally brought me to my senses. I like reading; books the thickness of dictionaries and encyclopedias do not daunt me. A page long of miniscule words, promising no insights but an extended and over-elaborated day which the person in question found intricately "interesting" and "amusing".. I really should throw in the word "exciting", since two of it's most over-used buddies are already present in full force.
I know I repeated the use of repetition twice earlier, and now I'm doing it again. It's mainly to stress the length effect. Reminds me of a typical econs essay I once slogged over.
Nonetheless, being a nice and concerned friend I usually am.. the entry was covered painstakingly. Orange and yellow combination is certainly refreshing (is it the "in" thing now to have bright yet bland colours for a blog? because if it is, you girls have lost me). If you want a pair of sore eyes. Ya.
In any case, the verdict for that particular post, or the whole blog for that matter, has just been completed. I'm aggrieved I even spared the effort at all.
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Just seconds after I completed my ranting, my very own haven received it's very own blast of criticism. I welcomed it with opened arms.
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Tomorrow's the last day of the "A" Mech course.
And I'm listed for bowling.
I'm assuming when SGT Keith firmly told me that under "no conditional terms" was I to withdraw or escape, he means that Master has his hand in this. I was just about say that nothing short of extras and confinement would make me throw any bowling ball.. The futility is marked with the tone of finality. I tried breaking my finger, to no avail.
Even in this little incident with little or no significance, I realise what people actually meant when they called me a coward. I am one. If one dares to dream, one should have the courage to pursue. Thinking only presents the outline for a solution; it has no bearing on the circumstances experienced in actual reality.
My cowardly actions demand I take a cleansing to remove the stink. Or can I make up for it, for taking a bold move into the realm of the relative unknown?
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"Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly."
- Langston Hugues.
_'Jx]- faded at 8:44 PM
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