I'm freezing. The rain is killing me. I refuse to switch off the fan in front of me, nor to change out of my sleeveless shirt. It's a matter of pride and defiance. (Not laziness... definitely not laziness.) So I'll just freeze to death instead. Brr.
I haven' been writing, and really, fuck that. I need to complete my piece for WoTF. I skipped a quarter, and I HAVE TO SUBMIT IT FOR THIS ONE. Come on, Jeremy, I know you can do this. (I'm talking to myself, but I'm not mad, don't worry.) Jeremy, you sexy bitch, you can finish this story, and make it good. YOU CAN BECAUSE I AM YOU AND I AM AWESOME AND THUS YOU ARE AWESOME TOO. (Remember, I am NOT mad.)
A poem. Right. Nothing like a poem to lengthen a blog post. Alright, let me go dig up an old one.
the rain comes and goes as it wishes,
a passing shower drenches all in its wake,
yet the entrapped hearts will remain unreleased,
confined to a chilling solitude.
brash, and undaunted in moments of folly,
the wind taunts recklessness in the most
gallant of men, in the most courageous of warriors,
and even the most valiant of the heroes.
in pursuit of dauntless romance, the protaganist
must face untrodden paths, and brave unfinished
roads; to rewrite the past and forge the future.
This one is apt, but sadly, unfinished. I'll just leave it unfinished, since I can't seem to write poems anymore. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME.
Oh, and the colour of my braces is now red alternated with orange. Makes for the Chinese New Year mood, eh? EXCEPT THERE'S NO CNY MOOD WITH RAIN. Pfft. So stop raining. Please? Preeetty preeeetty please? With a cherry on top?
I think you must have noticed by now that I do not like rain very much. I don't HATE rain, per se. I enjoy sleeping/running/dancing in the rain. (Who doesn't?) The thing is, rain brings out this emotional, depressed kid from inside of me. And however better I write under this emo-influence, I sure don't enjoy the sad memories and thoughts it gives me. Fwargh. Okay, this is turning out kinda whiny. NEXT TOPIC.
I'm overly skeptical of the world. I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm a nerd(fighter). I'm self-delusional. I overuse parentheses(like this). I suck at academics. I'm awkward. I'm a writer. I'm 15. I live in Singapore. I'm Jeremy.
I'm freezing. The rain is killing me. I refuse to switch off the fan in front of me, nor to change out of my sleeveless shirt. It's a matter of pride and defiance. (Not laziness... definitely not laziness.) So I'll just freeze to death instead. Brr.
I haven' been writing, and really, fuck that. I need to complete my piece for WoTF. I skipped a quarter, and I HAVE TO SUBMIT IT FOR THIS ONE. Come on, Jeremy, I know you can do this. (I'm talking to myself, but I'm not mad, don't worry.) Jeremy, you sexy bitch, you can finish this story, and make it good. YOU CAN BECAUSE I AM YOU AND I AM AWESOME AND THUS YOU ARE AWESOME TOO. (Remember, I am NOT mad.)
A poem. Right. Nothing like a poem to lengthen a blog post. Alright, let me go dig up an old one.
the rain comes and goes as it wishes,
a passing shower drenches all in its wake,
yet the entrapped hearts will remain unreleased,
confined to a chilling solitude.
brash, and undaunted in moments of folly,
the wind taunts recklessness in the most
gallant of men, in the most courageous of warriors,
and even the most valiant of the heroes.
in pursuit of dauntless romance, the protaganist
must face untrodden paths, and brave unfinished
roads; to rewrite the past and forge the future.
This one is apt, but sadly, unfinished. I'll just leave it unfinished, since I can't seem to write poems anymore. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME.
Oh, and the colour of my braces is now red alternated with orange. Makes for the Chinese New Year mood, eh? EXCEPT THERE'S NO CNY MOOD WITH RAIN. Pfft. So stop raining. Please? Preeetty preeeetty please? With a cherry on top?
I think you must have noticed by now that I do not like rain very much. I don't HATE rain, per se. I enjoy sleeping/running/dancing in the rain. (Who doesn't?) The thing is, rain brings out this emotional, depressed kid from inside of me. And however better I write under this emo-influence, I sure don't enjoy the sad memories and thoughts it gives me. Fwargh. Okay, this is turning out kinda whiny. NEXT TOPIC.