Breathing but ain't Living
Monday, October 25, 2004
Adelyn is a slacker...
Sigh... its monday again and I'm just so tired at the thought of it. I've got a not-even-half-complete geopolitics essay, which is suppose to be due on Wednesday. I'm so dead. Its probably gonna have to be a sleepless night for yours truely once again. So what's so difficult about a dumb geopolitics essay, you might ask... well, go do a 2500 word essay on George Bush junior. Tell me if its easy... all the research is enough to kill me already.
What's more... I've still got all these CCAs still going on. I'm pretty much dying already. Versity life makes me feel like a trapped bird. A lonely little birdie trapped in a small cage, longing to get out, to be free, to flap my wings and just fly away. All worries and anxieties and pressures gone. Gone with the wind. Ahhh... now that's life...
If I have the chance and courage, I would take a long holiday all by myself and travel to some place with an absolutely mesmerizing scenery. Be it a white sandy beach overlooking the deep blue sea, or a huge garden full of beautiful yellow daffodils or at the peak of a mountain overlooking rivers and valleys and forests. That's just my dream. A dream that may never be fulfilled. Sigh...
Nevermind. Let's get back to reality. Oh yeah. Esther likes pink. I hate pink. How can anyone even tolerate pink? And she dares to declare in my blog that she was wearing a pink nightgown while typing my blog. I hate pink. Pink sucks. Its too feminine for me.
Talking about feminism, my political science essay was on feminism, and so I did quite a bit of research on it. Guess what? I came across some books which made the claim that excessive femininity is merely a disguise for homosexuality. Something like that, for females, and vice versa, for males. It makes sense, don't you think? Many extremely mascular guys are gay. I haven't come across extremely feminine self-declared lesbians yet, but that doesn't prove the theory wrong. I bet there are plenty out there who are secretly homosexuals, or who haven't even realised it themselves even.
If pink is an excessive feminine colour, doesn't that conclude that those who like pink are homosexuals? Lol. Better not come near me, ET. ¶ Monday, October 25, 2004 0 comments
What's more... I've still got all these CCAs still going on. I'm pretty much dying already. Versity life makes me feel like a trapped bird. A lonely little birdie trapped in a small cage, longing to get out, to be free, to flap my wings and just fly away. All worries and anxieties and pressures gone. Gone with the wind. Ahhh... now that's life...
If I have the chance and courage, I would take a long holiday all by myself and travel to some place with an absolutely mesmerizing scenery. Be it a white sandy beach overlooking the deep blue sea, or a huge garden full of beautiful yellow daffodils or at the peak of a mountain overlooking rivers and valleys and forests. That's just my dream. A dream that may never be fulfilled. Sigh...
Nevermind. Let's get back to reality. Oh yeah. Esther likes pink. I hate pink. How can anyone even tolerate pink? And she dares to declare in my blog that she was wearing a pink nightgown while typing my blog. I hate pink. Pink sucks. Its too feminine for me.
Talking about feminism, my political science essay was on feminism, and so I did quite a bit of research on it. Guess what? I came across some books which made the claim that excessive femininity is merely a disguise for homosexuality. Something like that, for females, and vice versa, for males. It makes sense, don't you think? Many extremely mascular guys are gay. I haven't come across extremely feminine self-declared lesbians yet, but that doesn't prove the theory wrong. I bet there are plenty out there who are secretly homosexuals, or who haven't even realised it themselves even.
If pink is an excessive feminine colour, doesn't that conclude that those who like pink are homosexuals? Lol. Better not come near me, ET. ¶ Monday, October 25, 2004 0 comments