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I'm the grass under your shoes, a blue piece of paper carried away by the wind, heavy machinery, a mix of the good, the bad & everything in between. Emilia, Seventeen, Spastic.
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January 08, 2010 @ 12:09 PM
SHARP
If I were in an alternate universe, I'm sure I'd have a lot more to say about 2010 but as I begin the 2nd week of January I realize there's nothing much worth mentioning. I sit at home, take long naps, see people occasionally and indulge in rich, fattening foods (OH HAI THIGHS). Not exactly the stuff blog-hoppers would read- though I might stand corrected. That being said, the numbers don't mean squat to me.
Back to the main point; this new decade will either be a clean slate or the death of me (Hoping for the former...) Depending on the outcome of my test results this coming March. Pressure piling up is being countered by my...not-really-wanting-to-care attitude. I did the dance, now let me take off my shoes and sleep on the couch. Cool? Cool.
So, what about my resolutions? Well, I don't really have any...except for...nah, don't have any. I can't force change onto myself. It backfires 9 times out of 10. Resolutions are undeniably out of the question. I'm pretty sure I can (AND WILL) change for the better without the help of a list.
Bets for 2010: World Cup will knock our cheap white socks off, we will cause another religion-related controversy ('cause we haven't really learned our lesson just yet), I will become malas, new & improved weather(!), some new fad will take over the scene, more kemalasan, less socializing and more sleazy music on my playlist. Top notch!
SHARP
If I were in an alternate universe, I'm sure I'd have a lot more to say about 2010 but as I begin the 2nd week of January I realize there's nothing much worth mentioning. I sit at home, take long naps, see people occasionally and indulge in rich, fattening foods (OH HAI THIGHS). Not exactly the stuff blog-hoppers would read- though I might stand corrected. That being said, the numbers don't mean squat to me.
Back to the main point; this new decade will either be a clean slate or the death of me (Hoping for the former...) Depending on the outcome of my test results this coming March. Pressure piling up is being countered by my...not-really-wanting-to-care attitude. I did the dance, now let me take off my shoes and sleep on the couch. Cool? Cool.
So, what about my resolutions? Well, I don't really have any...except for...nah, don't have any. I can't force change onto myself. It backfires 9 times out of 10. Resolutions are undeniably out of the question. I'm pretty sure I can (AND WILL) change for the better without the help of a list.
Bets for 2010: World Cup will knock our cheap white socks off, we will cause another religion-related controversy ('cause we haven't really learned our lesson just yet), I will become malas, new & improved weather(!), some new fad will take over the scene, more kemalasan, less socializing and more sleazy music on my playlist. Top notch!