Saturday, September 15, 2012

It would have been nice to dance in the rain

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Today I sort of dared myself. It's the first day-off I've had since early this semester, a complete day free of org work, urgent academic requirements, and hangovers. I decided it would be great if I could spend the whole day at home, like I used to, watching stock videos of Arashi or writing fanfiction, or downloading movies. But an hour into having no purpose, and I began to feel restless. Now I understand what Sakurai Sho means when he says his head aches when he has to stay at home.

I decided to take a stroll.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Metaphors and Other Mind-Fs

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I shall admit I have been doing my best to have this blog contain things that might interest people other than myself. Not because I have the hidden desire of becoming an Internet celebrity - to be honest, my only dream in life right now is to become undeniably beautiful - but because I don't think it's fair to keep writing about self-absorbed things like my hair or my opinion on KevJumba only to have them published in the public domain.

I should utilize the power of mass media for the common good, my conscience whispers into my ear. But there is something I find remarkably comforting about writing circular thoughts in a circular manner, the way I used to fill this blog with utter quarter-life crisis nonsense before I began peppering it with Fake-stagramed photos.

It gets tiring, you know, trying to be someone you're not. But it's something I think everyone has to go through to become the people they have always envisioned themselves to be.

^ I have been experiencing grammar fail far too often today and yesterday. It is a sign that I have been neglecting my reading. Curse my finally developing "a life". There is barely time for anything that I used to love and enjoy with all my heart. The clock is always ticking.

I could always, I suppose, give up a bit of the time I devote to the pseudo-worship of Arashi. But that is non-negotiable.

And there they are - the circular thoughts in my circular manner. How I miss you, Old Self.