on getting there.
i know, me being me, i have limited choices perhaps, and many doors are already closed to me. people ask me what i'm studying. people ask me what my plans are. do i plan on going for postgrad studies? what am i going to do after i graduate? study more? work? as what? i have no idea how to answer these questions. perhaps it's not so much because i have no plans or dreams for the future. perhaps it's because it depends on not what i want but what i can achieve. what can i do? what am i capable of? i cannot hope to find something somewhere removed from the ranks of (unhealthy) competition, something that does not place tremendous emphasis on academic achievements, something ideal to me. (possibly because such things do not exist) perhaps it's just unfortunate that the things i'm interested in involve daunting prerequisites. i can't very well change my mind about what i'm interested in, can i. no, i refuse to. and so every now and then i'm faced with this whole lot of doubt and uncertainty and disillusionment and i find myself lost. at a loss. it's a cycle of depression... much like the song cycles of old. the incessant melody of sadness.
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-Death and Life (and some of the bits in between)-
well somehow i'm glad the concert is over... now i'll have no more excuses not to hit the books (hard). it was an okay concert i suppose. i have the feeling the one on the 7th night of july will be better... shall wait and see. i certainly hope i can sell more tickets then. shrug.
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-Death and Life (and some of the bits in between)-
well somehow i'm glad the concert is over... now i'll have no more excuses not to hit the books (hard). it was an okay concert i suppose. i have the feeling the one on the 7th night of july will be better... shall wait and see. i certainly hope i can sell more tickets then. shrug.