Saturday, August 20, 2005

throw me away in a black rubbish bag

how would you feel if after tonnes of filing and compiling, you walk in to find every single piece of paper painstakingly collected over the past 6 years being thrown out, even those less than a year old, with files still intact. for some reason it was heartbreaking. to find that after all that blood (from paper cuts) sweat (from sitting outside the library trying to mug) and tears (of exasperation... down with physics!) there's really nothing left of me to pass down. everyone needs to feel needed at times, that's not why i'm so offended though. drastic measures appall me. that probably explains why i like to keep things for a really long time before finally giving in to the pressures of maternal nagging and excavating the Truly ancient and irrelevant. but they also intrigue and i am in awe of people who can trod, not the path less taken, but the path no one's thought of. i don't know what i'm talking about. it's lunch time! bye.

on another note. ancalima tonight! it better be good, can't wait to see everyone!
when a bell rings, a new angel has received his wings

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