Do I assume you remember the Memoirs of Occam? Well, I guess
I should assume so. Twas’ but the whole point. Did you know that the previous
sentence is underlined in red, green and blue by Microsoft Word? It was but the
whole point.
Something that can go wrong, will go wrong. It is not my
fault that probability is a bitch, but so is life. And Karma. Poor poor Karma.
It really isn’t Karma’s fault. Blaming Karma and cussing does not make you a
better person, nor does it justify your action’s morality. But on those few occasions
when Karma is so OP and just taking your case out the window, you still can’t
blame her because what goes around, comes around. What could go wrong, just
went wrong.
I mean to only do
something with my life. Everyone is doing something worthwhile. What am I
doing? Nothing would be the wrong answer. The write answer is nothing right. I
go to the super market to buy bread. Turns out that it’s gotten occupants of a
different kind. So sue me.
Intentions, no matter how pure, need to produce results.
People seem to have a potential to achieve. People seem to have a potential to
excel. People seem to have an innate ability to not deliver on their expectations.
Is it so hard to get up every morning, tidy yourself up and your room, go to
college on time, listen in class, eat only your lunch, stay awake in the next
period, come back home, complete your daily lessons/record work/curriculum,
socialize, have dinner and sleep by 9pm to get up the next day at 6am? No, it
is not hard at all. My intentions are to do the same. Am I doing that? Well,
no. Something goes wrong. I get up at 8, don’t tidy my bed, go late to college,
don’t listen in class, eat everyone’s lunch, sleep in the next hour, come home
late, don’t complete my daily objectives, sit online on Facebook, have dinner
and sleep by 2am. How could I go wrong in following a simple schedule!?
Then again, I am just a poor boy and I need no sympathy,
because am easy come, easy go, little high, little low. Any way the wind blows,
it doesn’t really matter to me. Tooo meee. Well what I meant to say is that I am
just a human being being human. Someone had said that to err is human. I don’t know
who but I am too busy forgiving the people in the world for their mistakes. Tch.
Then why do people expect others to be perfect! Why do they expect
themselves to be perfect? Does humanity exist only to be wished gone!? Well,
one’s faith in humanity seems to be diminishing faster than the rate it is
being restored, or so I am told.
Wait a minute, does anybody know what we are looking for? Ummm…
Well anyhow, the show must go on. Have I told you the story about the monk and
the priest?
