So. I've been looking at my previous posts.
I sound bloody immature and whiny in various aspects
In anycase, I won't post obsessive HP stuff anymore.
Well, life is a tad boring now, since exams are coming and everybody is studying
everybody except me that is.
Procrastination can seriously destroy your academics.
So back in track(:
I'm happy you know? it's been a long time and truthfully, I actually look forward to training.
It's just that, there is this nagging thought that I can never catch up again.
Plus, I really want to return to Sport's class but high chance Ms Lim will reject.
I mean. It's just no use anymore isn't it?
I've wasted 2 years of effort
only thing to do now is try to regain as much as i can.
And another thing.
today we were in the science lab and people asked me why the hell am i so obsessed with fire?
Pyromaniac is a term for someone who is superior to other people in that they fully appreciate the wonder that is fire. Fire in all its beautiful, twisting beauty, whether casting its beautiful light and love on a beautiful secluded beach, or scouring the city clean of the scum that has built up over the years. Fire cleanses the city of sin. Fire, dear fire, shall incinerate the unholy and blind them with its truth and clarity.
Pyromaniacs sometimes refer to demons or Satan as the source of their love of fire. Perhaps they're right. They're often said to have mental problems. But who, indeed, has the problems? The worst thing Satan does is tell the truth. The truth of fire, which can even burn metal if it gets hot enough. That's how truthful it is.
Some unenlightened people say a pyromaniac is someone who has been messing with fire too much. But who is to say what is "too much?" It has been said that if you can't stand the heat, you need to get out of the kitchen. Is it fair that the weak and fearful tell the bold and strong what to do with their fire? How you answer depends on whether you're weak, or strong.
Fire is not a toy. It is a beautiful force of nature, and a way of life.
Of course, I'm not going to burn a house down.
but I used to wondered what it would be like to set skin and hair on fire.
now it's blood. imagine. it starts and doesn't stop. ever.
while flowing through you
when I was younger i would anticipate the moon cake festival cause it meant burning lanterns and perhaps the ground, rubber, plastic and anything i could get my hands on.
amazing don't you think? the way fire just overwhelms everything.
It signifies the beginning of the end
ITS ILLOGICAL. i dont understand
why can't i stop torturing myself this way.
contradicting and denying at every turn
if i had one wish
just one wish
ONE FREAKING WISH
come to think of it
if i only had one wish is for everyone in the world to be truly happy = peace
but in my selfish world
my wish is to know who my soul mate is.
i hate the feeling of hurt. and heartbreak
but then again, im once again a step closer to finding him/her
teenage life. such a drag
