Thursday, April 06, 2006
like i've said...
Hi. I'm done with the exams. Hoping i hadn't done too badly, or bad enough to have to sit for supplementary papers.
Many events took place lately and i don't think i have the energy to blog about them? But they remain up here -points to head-. Yepp.
Either the hormones have gone berserk or i'm really missing aikido trainings. The... sheer exhaustion. I miss craphotography, i miss writing. I miss doing the little things i used to be able to do. Like what, i can't tell. Because i can hardly remember what perks me up.
Gotta be the hormones.. the hormones. I'm only feeling this way because of the hormones.. the hormones.
Tired, mommy. I need rest. So says the brain. Sleep goes to the bones, deep deep down but none for the people up there with the joysticks that puppetify us. No strings, mommy. They've got gadgets now, and technology. And supersonic megahumongantic control over me. Me is emotions. So says the brain. Again. Then the heart intercepts and screams bloody murder and curdles in shame at the attention she did not garner but attained. For it does not belong to me, cries the heart in her heart. Does not! The brain and his higher centres, Your Highness. Have got control. Control.
And stupid hormones, grumbles the rest.
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fara // 22:35
like i've said...
Hi. I'm done with the exams. Hoping i hadn't done too badly, or bad enough to have to sit for supplementary papers.
Many events took place lately and i don't think i have the energy to blog about them? But they remain up here -points to head-. Yepp.
Either the hormones have gone berserk or i'm really missing aikido trainings. The... sheer exhaustion. I miss craphotography, i miss writing. I miss doing the little things i used to be able to do. Like what, i can't tell. Because i can hardly remember what perks me up.
Gotta be the hormones.. the hormones. I'm only feeling this way because of the hormones.. the hormones.
Tired, mommy. I need rest. So says the brain. Sleep goes to the bones, deep deep down but none for the people up there with the joysticks that puppetify us. No strings, mommy. They've got gadgets now, and technology. And supersonic megahumongantic control over me. Me is emotions. So says the brain. Again. Then the heart intercepts and screams bloody murder and curdles in shame at the attention she did not garner but attained. For it does not belong to me, cries the heart in her heart. Does not! The brain and his higher centres, Your Highness. Have got control. Control.
And stupid hormones, grumbles the rest.
fara // 22:35
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