I feel like posting sumting...but there is nothing interesting in my life to write down on this shit..
Today is fuckin Friday!! yes it is friday..and guess what?!? Im staying at home!!! FUCK this..life is too fucking boring!!!
Arrrggghh....and i dont really get along with some of my old fellas..im not talkin about my old fellas from school..this is from another part of perth...I still love my friends from school..the problems is just we never really get a good time to hang out together since we go to different school n shit like that...
My life is fuckin boring....i kinda miss indonesia for one thing ONLY...i miss the night life...clubbing n shit like that...yeah gotta be fucking 18 this year..DUDE..u know where to find me over the weekends after i turn 18...hahahahaahah *evil laughs*
and..im kinda sick how my parents tell me all the religious stuff over the phone....and telling me what to do..CAN I live MY OWN LIVE for a while?!?!??!??!?!??!?!! I am a human...i have my own life too...i dont think they really trusting me..DUDE..im sure GOD is cool..HE understand the world nowdays..im SURE that He will protect me!!
ok..i dont want to seee any comment about they are your parents..and bla bla like that
I am taking English 117S right now, which is the upper division Shakespeare class. I am thoroughly enjoying it -- although that is not what I need to talk about at the moment like
see her squirt. The reason I bring it up is that Shakespeare's comedies are often concerned with the problem of identity, and how we define our identities so that we know ourselves as ourselves.
I think the problem of our personal identity comes to a peculiar crisis when we fall in love. Suddenly we behave differently, suddenly we see ourselves in relation to another particular person rather than in relation to a whole society as a Is it wrong to give so much power over yourself to one person. Is it dangerous?
I find myself unable to see myself clearly anymore. I feel weakened somehow, simply by being in love. When the person I love is angry with me, the whole world seems to spin the wrong direction. I start to base my actions on what I think will make him happy, sometimes even to the detriment of my own happiness. And yet, I am so in love, that my happiness is his happiness. Is this going to continue, this intensity? And if it does, can I survive it?
Will I sacrifice my identity to love?
Posted at 07:30 am by alanis
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