Tuesday, February 03, 2009

SOMETIMES I CANT

Sometimes i cant penn my thoughts down fast enough and then i lose them. I hate it when i do because when i try to grasp them back its like trying to bottle wind, impossible and frustrating, and at the same time unbelievably strange.

Which is why i adore Bobble's dipiction of a man holding on to a balloon labeled IDEAS and it's holding a needle and pricking itself.

Its brilliant.

Such wonders a little cartoon can say-

Art is, after all, bottomless, inexplicable and to quote my lit text "its meaning cannot be quantified or understood solely through mechanisms of reason and logic" and sometimes speaks more than a thousands words.

RESPECT BOBBLES, RESPECT.
I love your art pieces. I really do. I ADORE THEM. I ESTEEM THEM. I CANONIZE THEM. I CHERISH THEM. I VERNNEERAATE THEMMMM.

I ROLL ON THE FLOOR AND KISS THEM.
(Oh no gosh i didnt. Im kidding. I didnt kiss your precious black scrapbook. I PLEDGE that i didnt.)

Yeah yeah- going too far here.



Some people say blogging is a waste of time. I beg to differ. Blogging ultimately mobilizes my time, but to call it a waste would be a dreadful desecration. Blogging is a dissection or if not so, a running, and continuous commentary on my life and thoughts.

You could say it is a practice for Language Arts, or Literature, because all these subjects embrace and embody the art of critical thinking, and dissection of a piece of writing or situation ANYWAY. I thus consider blogging an INVESTMENT.

An investment that would probably aid me in my future studies- SO THERE.

I impress myself sometimes. My uncanny abilty to justify redundant and inane things.


Theres another weird thing i do, and thats laugh at myself. Some people say thats a good thing, but i reckon is awful scary when i reflect upon it. PLUS i dont think when they say "Its a good thing to be able to laugh at yourself, Amanda" they mean that i make mindless noises under my breath in class and then laugh uncontrollably at them.

And trip and fall and start doubling over in laughter so i roll down even more stairs.

And manage to dredge up annoying jokes people make about me and my skin colour and snort at them and ALMOST retell them to other. No, im not THAT moronic. (Sometimes i make up my own, NOT THAT I WANT TO, but thats another thing altogether)


But i reckon that because i THINK i am a little bit bizzare, it thus absolves, or rather, VINDICATES me of the fact that i am actually slightly queer.

Its like, being anneroxic. If you know for a fact you are anneroxic, the fight is almost complete, you're gonna recover soon because you accept. And what is it they all say? Acceptance is the first, or rather, the LARGEST step to recovery.


Its rather complicating to grasp at first, but then again, you must have a remarkably perculiar way of thinking to understand what im saying.

Im cool that way-

PS. Tennis boy isnt so hot close up, i played next to him when i was having lessons. (I felt like such a wimpo playing nextcourt to a boy who looked like be playing with his all, a boy who looked like he played with passion. My serves were the YES-I-GOT-THE-BALL-YES-ITS-OVER-THE-NET kind shots) But his serves are so wonderful i could hardly care.

Hes super, erm whats that word, imbah- (SEE SEE IM COOL TOO. I KNOW WHAT IMBAH MEANS) Haha, im-bah. IMBAH. Its originates from IMBALANCED (in a good way), thats what Quan taught me. I am SUCH a terrif student.


And i love Kaka.
And Nadal is okay, after all. My sister says hes humble to a fault, and i really could agree with that. The guy is so humble he says "He deserved to win" to his opponents when he plays them out.

Hes quite a guy, if not for the fact that he adjudsts his *ahem* alot while playing. Plus he won Federer and Verdasco. (Verdasco is a hottie)

Okay, okay, he makes it to my RESPECT list, right after Bobbles.

Lovelies(:

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