As Sumiko Tan said in her column today, single people tend to run out of ideas to write. Yes, its so true. Everything starts to get so mundanesque. You won't want to know i ate pizza on Saturday or yada yada yada. Get the point?
Singlehood also spells damnation... like certain topics you say with your buddy raw. We are SO gonna burn... BURN BURN BURN.
It Sunday... and like every Sunday the house is quiet. The fact that my parents went Taiwan doesn't make any difference. They ain't around on weekends anyway. As i slumped on the sofa, I felt so bored. Utter boredom hit me. The desire not to move a single muscle in my body (Which I own much really) was so intense. Its overwhelming. The sheer amazement of how oneself can be such a bumper was.... incredible... till you can believe it... YES YOU ARE SLACK!
Nietzsche hit me, Whoever despises himself nonetheless respects himself as one who despises.
Why how sweet...
I have respect, now i need is motivation.
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