numbers and time .

procrastinating, and found some guy on the internet that said these 30 books are a must read before one is 30. i think a few aren’t really my type, but there are a couple on this list that i’ve been meaning to read as well.

there were a few books that i was shocked not to find on the list, such as utopia by thomas moore, huxley’s brave new world, oscar wilde and a whole lot of classics. i mean, seriously, wilde is one of the BEST writers that has ever lived! and harry potter wasn’t on the list either; i think this guy needs to rethink some of his list. also, there are a few books on this list that i’ve never heard of, so i will be doing some research into them. so here we go…

eighteen .

 soundtrack: mario; i miss my friend // thoughts: are rather lethargic

i basically did nothing today. i upgraded a few parts of my blog (minor changes that took much effort) and i helped some people on the wordpress support forums. i think i’ll fail tomorrow. but at least i’m nice and relaxed about it. next week, however, i have a feeling i’ll be freaking out. fuck.

you know, i really think that the anticipation and waiting for the hsc has been a lot worse than the actual exams will be. i’ll clarify that tomorrow though, so don’t quote me on that yet. stressing is tiring and bad for the body and soul. i have a healthy spirit.

such a mess .

soundtrack: tre; the rain // thoughts: are unstoppable

looking through the mirror of my life, thinking of the time when things were right… is anybody there to hear my cry in lonely nights? need someone to make the darkness turn to light

just got home. meant to be doing du homework but i’m procrastinating. was out all day. i’m tired. i don’t think i’ll do any homework tonight.

seasons come and change, the memories remain… tell me why you left me stranded in the rain…

cleverness .

soundtrack: some random new music // thoughts: of intellectuals

found an interesting quote. huxley said it; “an intellectual is someone who has discovered something more interesting than sex.”

i guess the male population isn’t going to become very intellectual any time soon. jokes (not really).

been going to the library a fair bit lately, getting in touch with the nerdy side that everyone around me has already discovered.

i’m working harder than before, but that doesn’t really say anything. wrote some “good” crime fic, but it’s too long to share here. haven’t read a book in ages because i’ve been denying myself extra methods of procrastination, and i’m craving the thrill. not really, just missing it i guess. among other things.

zero .

 soundtrack: my chewing // thoughts: nothing and no one

i keep starting posts, but never finishing. but right now i’m procrastinating like fuck, so i might as well blog. i’m going to blog about my new view of life: there will always be something wrong.

even when something is going well, or many things are going well, there will be something that isn’t going well. it’s a balance, i guess, just in case your head gets too inflated or something. but nevertheless, it will always be there. the better it is that everything else in life seems to be, the worse that one small aspect of fucked-up-ness will be. it’s not murphy’s law, because there are still things that can go right. it’s just a law of life…

some things i think and know

facts and conclusions from musings of a procrastinating mind

# we are not desensitised to things because of the internet; we’re more learned

# blogging makes me happy, maths does not; therefore i should blog more and do maths less?

# my ideal job is a novel critic, but no one wants to hear my biased bullshit, so i’ll just have to settle for something else

# people who can draw are extremely interesting to me

stupid cupid .

 soundtrack: six whole days; matt palmer // thoughts: still spinning

nothing ever goes according to plan. i planned to write a draft major work today. shouldn’t have expected so much. damn.

i was reading some people’s blogs about me today, which is kind of weird. i mean, sometimes i write about people too, but it’s never explicit. i don’t know if writing stuff about a person explicitly on the net is any better than hinting about who they are when you write about them and making it a mystery to the rest of the world. personally i never get the extremely subtle hints people aim at me, so maybe it’s hypocritical to expect the same of those who read my writing? is it a bad time to say that most of my writing has some meaning, some direction? maybe so…