A little whisper in the dark

I'm growing old. Yes, no doubt about it. I think the people who are reading this are snickering at the fact I'm that much older than them, but one day, you'll reach my age. See if you are still snickering.

I can't play basketball like I used to (back when I was a fiesty teen). The reflexes are slow, I avoid body contact, and I end each day with various aches and pain here and there. Better polish up on my shooting. Didn't really play well.

Had a gawk at Xan's SAT textbook today. Really telephone book dimensions (okay, business listings) with the smell to match. Gonna register and study for this SAT exam soon. I reckon it shouldn't be too hard. Oh well schoolwork isn't much to scream about anyway. Lots of practical stuff. Is it me, or does the project management and marketing modules seem too dead easy?

Rant: Why is it people want to knock me off when you seem to be doing well, sailing fine? Do you want to see a show? Can't stand that I can do things that you can't? Can't stand I earn my praise from lecturer? Lonely in your miserable little world and wish to drag me in? No guts to openly go against me hence backstab me at every given opportunity? Pretend to be my friend? I'm not stupid, I'm not dumb. You aren't my friend. If you aren't my friend, you don't matter to me. Not one bit. I guess I can't blame you for feeling that way then. You just aren't significant to me in my life, and I treat you so.

Rant off.

PS: Site screwed up again. Hah! I remembered to cut the text into my clipboard! Saved it all!

posted by Chung Leong @ 1:47 AM