Once upon a time, there was a boy who was so lazy that he absolutely refused to do anything himself. His mother had to help him with everything, from bathing to brushing to even eating. However, one day the mother had to go out of town for a week and she was very worried for her son. She could stand him not bathing or brushing for seven days, but he would die if he didn't eat the entire week. So she thought up a brilliant plan: by baking a huge doughnut and putting it around the boy's neck, he could literally just sit there and eat until she came home. Finally at ease, she went on her way. Yet, seven days later, she returned home to find her son dead, with only a single bite in the doughnut. Why? It's because the boy was so lazy he wouldn't even turn the doughnut after the first bite and thus it was out of reach of his mouth the entire time.ok, so maybe it's a lame joke, but i was pri 2 then and i thought it was funny. it was funny because the boy was so ridiculously lazy that he wouldn't eat what was practically right in front of him even though he was literally starving to death. it was funny because it seemed humanly impossible for anyone to ever be that lazy. yep, back then it was funny. then today i woke up and realised that i was that boy. i am ruining my own life. i always start off every day intending to study, then i get distracted and lots of weird nonsense happens. sometimes i feel that since it's problem that i caused myself then i don't really have a right to complain about it here, not when other people have other, actual problems to bemoan. it's so easy to spot the mistakes from a third-person POV, but so difficult to correct them in first-person. i think that if i was standing next to myself, watching me act the way i am, i would just punch me. honestly. if i cloned myself, the two of us would probably hate each other.
i'm beginning to hate counting my blessings. every time i do, i always feel that the blessings are wasted on me. like i don't deserve these blessings.
and also, i realise that i'm afraid of smart people :/ i'm talking about stereotypical smartypants who know everything about everything, and speak with weird british accents, and discuss global geopolitics in their spare time. more specifically, i'm scared of meeting people like that at smart-people nonsense like scholarship talks and whatnot (and you actually get to see quite a few of those), because it feels like you are supposed to be like them when in fact you are nothing like that at all. ok that was kind of random, but oh well.
once in a blue moon, dilbert manages to be as funny as it was in the beginning stages. not that it's not funny now, but definitely not as good as the old comics:
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edit @ 3:26am: i'm still awake yaaaaaay!!! and anyway, i fiddled around with the new blogger template designer, so the blog has undergone a slight renovation. i think it looks quite nice, especially the pattern by the sides. it's still in keeping with the fire theme, but at the same time the randomly sized and distributed squares give a feeling of order amidst chaos, or logic amidst insanity. nice :)
