Friday, July 30, 2010

Another Day

Summer feels like everyday is the same as the one before and the one after. But right now, it's time to start working. I put off all my school work and other responsibilities until now. So this month, I will be in intense mode! Story of my life: procrastination.

I'm kind of blogging now because I am sitting in the lab waiting for someone to stop by. I am too lazy to do anything else.

Inception was a good movie. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Although I wish there was some explanation as to how exactly that machine was developed so that you can like enter other people's dreams? It is kind of trippy. But it had an excellent plot, a good amount of action, and the kind of complexity that challenges your intellect.

I am definitely gaining weight from this inactivity. Sigh.

I want my capo back.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Summer Sighs

It's been so long since I've updated this. I wonder if anyone will care to read this new post. I just have a lot on my mind now I guess.

Summer drags on. All I do is work in a lab for 6 hours and go home. Repeat. It's boring and I feel so tired of it. Sigh.

So I like to follow basketball. Today, LeBron announced that he is going to the Miami Heat. They'll be a good team for sure. I am also sure that many veteran players will take the minimum salary to get a chance to play with the great triumvirate. But wow. LeBron, Wade, and Bosh? Crazy.

The LeBron fans annoy me. All of a sudden they are Heat fans. Wow. Bandwagoning much? Super annoying. I mean you go around one season proclaiming that Cleveland is the greatest team in the league. Then you go around telling everyone that the Heat are the best. Just sigh.

There are just things in life you have to accept. I've been figuring that out more and more. No matter how hard you wish for things to be different, sometimes you can't do anything at all. I want things to go my way. I want to have control over what happens. But I am really just powerless. No one really can understand how I feel. It's hard to explain to myself. It's irrational. It's ridiculous even. But I can't help it. It's like an instinct and no matter how hard I try to scratch it out or erase it, I always fail. What am I supposed to do?

Sigh.