I found this while cleaning my room and thought it was really funny. This is a page from a book I wrote in year 3. It had only one chapter.
Lynh and Blosia were best friends since year one. Then, Lynh made new friends in year one and year two. Larisa and Helena, and Lynh forgot about Blosia. So since then, Lynh, Laris and Helen played and forgot about Blosia. But soon, Blosia made an amaginary friend, her name was Norine. She was jelous about Norine because she was quiet but she was far more jelous that Lynh had more friends than her. But deep inside, she wanted to be friends with Lynh again, and have more friends than anyone in the whole class. So she decided to be friends with them.
Hi I’m blosa sun I’m the stupidest idiot in the world of warcraft
I don’t often publish proper blog posts because I feel like what I experience or think does not scratch the surface of what everyone else does. There are things I write but don’t post because I think people will probably think I am a gay aspiring writer, like someone who did Standard English in high school and chose to become an English major at Uni. Oh. Wait. I know this probably isn’t true, but I think it’s partially so because lately I think people, especially adolescents feel this inherent need to prove or validate themselves, or try to have people view themselves in a particular light. It’s like this is some sort of race to be someone interesting or different and I don’t want to be that sort of person at all.
Midsem break why so far away? I feel I am one sleepless night away from crying into my cat and consuming ungodly amounts of coffee. I don’t even like coffee I AM JUST A BABBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I used to think that living in crappy circumstances or experiencing an unfortunate rite of passage meant that I’d never be able to catch up to everyone else. I accepted I was born below them as if it were the natural thing to do and after a while I stopped trying altogether. I’ve only very recently changed my mind on this in that life isn’t actually linear like I initially thought. We don’t grow chronologically and there is no experience bar like there is in games. I realised that it’s a lot more fragmented and layered than that. I’m not quite sure if this is right but I hope it is and I’m going to try anyway because I finally believe that everyone is entitled to happiness.
I made this to record books I’ve read/yet to read from this year onwards because I felt like I had basically run out of things to waste my time on. I know I can and should be doing lots of productive things since I’m on uni break and have loads of work to get done (not to mention my essay that was due a week ago but was granted an unlimited extension due to personal circumstansass). The weather has been nice lately which has made lazing in bed even more tempting than usual, and since I have no self control that is exactly what I have been doing. Uni starts again in a few days and that makes me sad. What else makes me sad is my empty friends list on goodreads. Doert!!!!
http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5349850-blosia
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Hello friends. This is what I did at university today.
Today was the day of my group presentation. Today was also the day trains were massively delayed because of some power outage. I got to my class 40 minutes late, but thankfully had just enough time to do my part of the presentation. The tutor was nice enough to disregard what had happened and told us we were looking at a distinction, so huzzah.
I also scored two free packets of mi goreng, bought a knitted vest cardigan thing on sale, got a regular mocha for the price of a small and ate the blandest pad thai I’ve ever had in my life only to realise they forgot to add the sauce.
All in all, today was a good day. But I still want to take a shit on cityrail.
I don’t often blog about this sort of thing (ever) but lately I’m feeling overwhelmed with things that I have no control over, and being the attention-seeking sissy that I am, I’m going proceed to blog about it on the internet. The days are getting harder to get through and I have little energy to do anything. I don’t find myself being particularly worthy of interest, which makes speaking to people troublesome. I just want to be as I was before but it’s hard to create and sustain a casual conversation now, let alone a meaningful one. People I used to be close to have left and I still find the process of coming to terms with it slightly painful at times.
