DaytoDay

As I walk down the halls and corridors of my school, I fine myself not content. This is certainly not what I had in mind when i pictured college. I pictured spontaneity, studying, partying, and friends. I am constantly unhappy at school as well as work. I find myself complaining and school tends to be the center of most of my discussions.

I tend to give advise where it is unwanted, many of my friends in fact are not too pleased with your school and are in the same predicament as I, and i constantly seem to be giving positive advise. to "stick with it","try harder", and the such but not until yesterday did I realize,
I, Myself do not take my own advise.

If I am unhappy in my own surrounding, for example, school, i should give it more time, make some friends, and take all that my school has to offer, then make a choice.
However it seems my advise is easier said then done.
I find myself settling with things I am unhappy with.
If I am not happy then what am I? If not disgruntled then?

I find that I am in a DayDream, one that never appears to end. I feel as if I am disappearing, become more of a ghost, a shell of who I was.

Original

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I want to be original.
I don't think wanting to be original is very original.
Origin being the base word, so from the start i must have been different for no two people are the same, when did I start to conform?
Quite disturbing how one can take other people's ideas, words, gestures and make them their own without giving credit to those whom we acquired it from.
And If No credit is given, when others steal our stolen actions/words and we are given no credit then it will be as is it we were never alive.
It'll be as if we never spoke or acted. we cannot expect credit when we ourselves did not accredit first.
But why must we give credit? Were we not clever enough to see the good they possess and try to replicate it? And is it not a honor to be followed?
The problem occurs then, Who Should Receive the Honor?



To be Continued.

How Deep Is Your Love?

I really need to learn.
Cause we're living in a world of fools, Breaking Us down
When they all should let us beWe belong to you and me

SUNDAY
Main word -Sun
Day of worship to the Sun, the blazing star in the sky or Son as in the savior in Christian and Catholic religions.
But for me, a day of comflict. constant bickering and quarreling.
I tend to snap, and i know my mood swings are confusing...
I guess its just stress. But i guess its cause my economic situation and also the whole asian parent thing.
sundays are not so relaxed as white people make them out to be

procrasination-flaw?

It has been just about a week since I have received this ridiculous assignment, and I have had FIVE days in which i could have done it. And yet here I am at 130 at night hammering away and adding fluff to my stupid paper.

I wonder every night that I do this, Why is It that I Procrastinate Every Time?

I know that every time i do this, since about the beginning of time. It might have to do with my time management, or how lazy I can be but ultimately I've come to the conclusion that I procrastinate because whatever the thing happens to be, this case a paper, it is not of the utmost priority. If this goodfornothing paper were important to me at all then would I not have done this the first day or even the second?

I know that it is not just I who face this problem, I am not alone but how do I force myself to write this paper before the night that it is due? What is the secret to not procrastinating? And what about all the things that are important that we leave off anyway? Is it one of our tagic flaws? Can a human being not procrastinate?

In Theory it seems rather simple that one can just stop procrastinating but what if one cannot stop and is a part of our makeout, our characteristics, something that makes us different from animals? Animals live off their instincts and live a life of necessity not of luxury, so just like imagination is procrastination something that makes us different from everything else? Or just a product of bad time management?