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Sunday, May 20, 2007
okay, so i stumbled on this: http://rateyourstudents.blogspot.com/.. and it was funny.. then it got unfunny after like a few seconds/minutes after somewhere in my brain somehow it connected that hey im a student and hey guess what, most probably theyre talking about students like *drumroll* me. i was talking to this teacher on friday and i dunno, like how some other teachers also seem to have this uncanny ability, he made me feel like i was such a terrible student etc etc.. the last time i talked to him was like quite some time ago and i didnt feel anything, just nod nod smile smile kinda thing.. and i managed to avoid him somewhat effectively until.. friday. okay, i guess i shant go into detail, it would be too.. painful. but anyways. just thought the rateyourstudents might be amusing/a reason for reflection.. alright, so i just finished this book like yesterday, or yesterdays yesterday.. its not the sort of book id normally read, but i bought it like 1+ years ago at the book fair thing where they gave all working there 50% off and it was like such a mad grab.. well for me at least, dont really think the rest were really interested in the books.. anyways it managed to throw up some nice.. stuff. like how some things read/hear/see and you think like omg thats what i was thinking/imagining all along! anyways..
And then there was Gubby. It's never a good feeling when you come across someone obviously very much cleverer than you are; when that person seems to have the ability to see inside you, to understand you in a way that you can never reciprocate, that feeling becomes unbearable. Especially if, like me, there are things you would rather hide, even from yourself. and we all live to some extent in the past. It's the only thing that belongs to us. And more even than that, we are simply the product of those memories, of that past.
the first. only two people have effectively made me feel like that, although i have no idea whether they knew/know.. one i only saw a handful of times, mostly with others, a couple by myself, and that was scarey enough.. the other i have seen many more times, mostly alone, and thats scarier.. i dunno, theres something freaky about the feeling of somebody being able to guess at the inner workings of your mind.. and especially not when i prefer being aloof most of the time, emerging to connect with a few members of humanity from time to time.. okay that sounds so drama and so exaggerated.. but hmm yeah something like that i guess.. and the second, yeah. nods, i guess.. since i seem not to be able to make any point i guess i shall stop here heh..
8:23 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
