futility and frustration

I’m so tired of having dreams that will never come true. I’m not sure if this is a part of growing up, but throughout the course of these two years in university I keep hearing this term “managing expectations” and as much as I’d like to believe that my craziest dreams will come true one…

–55: “besides, who ever asked you what you wanted in this world, girl? the answer to that question, reader, as you well know, was absolutely no one.”

(image credits to Amid Night Suns on Blogger) I must admit, I’m not a perfect person robot capable of completely compartmentalising my feelings— this post stems from annoyance and anger at a certain relative over an argument on Saturday. said feelings of annoyance/anger led me to reflect on the happenings of the past few weeks…

gear-grinding (metaphorically, not literally)

so, I just got on my computer after reading what could possibly be the most preposterous news article I’ve read in the whole of this year (or the thirty-four odd days of it, at least): this could possibly be the BIGGEST load of b/s I’ve ever come across from our dearly beloved ministry of education…