Friday, July 3, 2009
Have you ever pictured yourself being in someone else's shoes? Okay scratch that, it sounds too boring. Let's say, picture yourself being at a place where every single thing that makes yourself who you are is appreciated, and everything you do is nothing less than the best. Then there are people around you who are thankful to have you around.
I'm not saying I want people to kiss the very ground I walk on, but to have a simple ''I'm proud of you,'', every now and then might suffice. But then again, maybe some people just aren't that good at expressing their feelings via words, but couldn't you at least try? It might come out in a rush of nonsensical blubber and clumsy stammer, but it wouldn't kill you to try. Would it?
I guess all of this doesn't make any sense to anyone who's reading it, but who knows, maybe you're going through the same thing. :) Somewhere in LA, a ''Real Housewives of Orange County'' type of mother probably wishes her outrageously tanned, Prada-clad, airhead of a daughter would actually pass some of her classes. Would actually be able to put 2 + 2 together and won't go 'OMG' when she learns that Pride and Prejudice came from a book, as opposed to the Keira Knightley movie version she thought it originated from. But alas, that's another world altogether.
This world, the one I'm in, demands so much more. Everything's not good enough and I'm supposedly never trying my best. Come home with an A and they say ''get an A+ next time,''. How do they know if I'm not trying my best? Do I have 'delinquent' stamped across my forehead? Do I fail terribly in all my classes? Perhaps this is the best I can do, and if I can be frank, i don't think it's that bad.
Oh god, whatevs. Don't go ruining your holiday mood reading this depressing entry. Don't worry, I'm not about to go slit my wrist with my nail trimmer, the only slightly sharp object within close proximity. It's just the pressure of the exams, I guess. Nothing a huge tub of ice cream and a good hour of retail therapy, followed by some ear-splitting karaoke session can't cure. :D
p.s. staggering amount of H1N1 cases and it's only getting worse. i'm so freaked out i practically snack on vitamin c and wash my hands every ten seconds. i sooooo don't want to get back to school. germs everywhere! :s
see you guys soon!
R
I'm not saying I want people to kiss the very ground I walk on, but to have a simple ''I'm proud of you,'', every now and then might suffice. But then again, maybe some people just aren't that good at expressing their feelings via words, but couldn't you at least try? It might come out in a rush of nonsensical blubber and clumsy stammer, but it wouldn't kill you to try. Would it?
I guess all of this doesn't make any sense to anyone who's reading it, but who knows, maybe you're going through the same thing. :) Somewhere in LA, a ''Real Housewives of Orange County'' type of mother probably wishes her outrageously tanned, Prada-clad, airhead of a daughter would actually pass some of her classes. Would actually be able to put 2 + 2 together and won't go 'OMG' when she learns that Pride and Prejudice came from a book, as opposed to the Keira Knightley movie version she thought it originated from. But alas, that's another world altogether.
This world, the one I'm in, demands so much more. Everything's not good enough and I'm supposedly never trying my best. Come home with an A and they say ''get an A+ next time,''. How do they know if I'm not trying my best? Do I have 'delinquent' stamped across my forehead? Do I fail terribly in all my classes? Perhaps this is the best I can do, and if I can be frank, i don't think it's that bad.
Oh god, whatevs. Don't go ruining your holiday mood reading this depressing entry. Don't worry, I'm not about to go slit my wrist with my nail trimmer, the only slightly sharp object within close proximity. It's just the pressure of the exams, I guess. Nothing a huge tub of ice cream and a good hour of retail therapy, followed by some ear-splitting karaoke session can't cure. :D
p.s. staggering amount of H1N1 cases and it's only getting worse. i'm so freaked out i practically snack on vitamin c and wash my hands every ten seconds. i sooooo don't want to get back to school. germs everywhere! :s
see you guys soon!
R
what we could have been, 6:07 AM.