2007-08-19
In the Middle.
Yes, for Angela, I shall attempt to post.
In truth I don't really feel like typing up a blog entry today, considering how I have nothing reflective nor intelligent to say, asides from reciting the going ons in my life so far. I also have a pile of Chinese and Math homework waiting ominously for me in the corner, and I am feeling increasingly distressed with each passing moment.
Bloody zuo wens.
I think I should really reply my tags. But at the same time, I'm really not in the mood, so I shall leave that to another post. I should reply on my tagboard. But that would clog up the whole thing. Ah, such dilemmas.
Ah, see. This is what you get when you try to get me to post when I'm feeling blah. As in, not emo blah or BLAHAHAHA blah, but just sleepy blah. You get a whole lot of rambling and no sense. But not nonsensical nonsense, but matter-of-fact no sense. It's different. No really.
On a side note, I realized that I hit my hundred post mark about. A month ago? As in I found out that I had hit the hundred post mark after I had hit in and gone into the hundred and twenty mark, but I decided not to say anything as that is somewhat droll and common, so I wanted to say HAPPY HUNDRED AND TWENTY POSTS POST! but that's really just extra and really isn't anything to be completely happy about, just another fact that I tend to blog quite and not-so-quite frequently. And also that I do not count posts very often. And that Diaryland makes you count your posts manually.
I hope you all understood that. If you didn't, that's okay. It doesn't make much sense to me either.
I just realized what I want to blog about. But it's a reflective issue, something that would seem considerably out of place in such a - well, not frivolous. In such a blunt, ramble-y post. Yes. Will someone remind me to blog about reading essays in secret and Friday night classes? Thanks.
In fact, I may not even blog it here. I might blog it in my secret blog which none of you know about. Oh damn. Now you know about it it isn't a secret blog anymore. Boo. But you don't know the URL. If you do not know the URL then you do not think of it, and if you do not think of it it thus does not exist to you and hence, there is no secret blog. I am so philosophical. Go me.
Whether or not there is a secret blog it is up to you. In fact, you can make up something like THE-SECRET-BLOG-OF-JOY.blogspot.com and post in it as me, like one of those warped and twisted Fanblogs. I'd be touched, I guess. Depends on what you write in it. After which there will be a secret blog as it has a URL and its existence is revealed, after which you will think of it and hence it will begin to exist and be. Look, linking philosophies. Somebody stop me.
I am not high and I am not low. I think I am somewhere in between right now, floating on lukewarm water, watching the lights swirling. I feel so strange, empty and void. Nothing is right and nothing is wrong. This is the middle, and yet I feel the silence.
So this is what it's like, indifference.
abstracity at 7:38 p.m.