Ninja Cat

Failing : A Parody

Failing

I'm just a piece of paper crumpled and torn beside a trash can.

I'm emo. Insecure even. I don't wear black but I do feel pain.

Grades are just numbers I know.

And yet I feel stupid.


I'm just a piece of paper crumpled and torn beside a trash can.

I know I shoudn't compare

For there are people better and worse than I am.

And yet I spiral down with this feeling of Sadness.


I'm just a piece of paper crumpled and torn beside a trash can.

I hate myself.

Hate myself for not letting go.

Of something so petty as numbers.

-tina

School, Passing and everything else...

The thing about going to school is realizing how much potential you have, the effortyou need to make use of that potential, and how inferior you are for not being able to maximize it. Or maybe that's just the way I think. I know someone, Andy- who failed over 18 units already. And yet, he still manages to sleep in class, send messages and chat with whoever available.Honestly, I envy him. Here I am, studying my ass out and there he is, prancing about, playingvideo games. How does he pass? I will never know. But well. Such is life. I guess, everyone isentitled with their style of living life. School is probably just a social structure built by the higher ups with the task to mold kids to conformity and as a reaction, mold deviance as well.

The forbidden dream

The thing about dreams is that you could dream of the wierdest things and wake up in the morning thinking "What the hell is wrong with me?". And so, the other night, I had one with me getting it on... with the one and only Jesus Christ. I woke the next morning thinking,"I am probably going to hell..." and yet pondering on that dream made me realize the different possibilities of why I had that dream in the first place. So I came up with some theories:
1. I was horny and the last thing I thought about was Christianity.
2. i was horny and I had a hidden desire for the taboo.
3. I was horny... period.
Well, I thought... what the heck, It's not really my fault if I had a kinky dream with a God. Oh well...

The thing about love

The thing about people in love is their ability to look at a person and see them to be perfect. Isn't it just wierd? A friend of mine, actually believes that her boyfriend was the one for her. And yet she knows that he's cheating on her. No matter how much we tell her that he is and forever will be a total asshole, she still clings to the idea that he is the ONE. Sad really,but still she is a friend and no matter what happens, I would always back her up when all hell breaks loose.



Here's my favorite story about love.

-Love and Madness-

A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for
the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not
knowing what to do. One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered
together and were more bored than ever.

Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: "Let's play hide and seek!"

All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted: "I want to
count, I want to count!" And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek
Madness, all the others agreed. Madness leaned against a tree and started to
count: "One, two, three..."

As Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung
itself on the horn of the moon, Treason hid in a pile of garbage. Fondness
curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the centre of the earth.
Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the
lake, whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking.

And Madness continued to count: "... seventy nine, eighty, eighty
one..."

By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden - except
Love. For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this
should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide
Love.

Madness: "...ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven..." Just when Madness
got to one hundred, Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid. And Madness
turned around and shouted: "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

As Madness turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because
Laziness had no energy to hide.

Then he spotted Tenderness in the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of
the lake and Passion at the centre of the earth.

One by one, Madness found them all - except Love. Madness was getting
desperate, unable to find Love.

Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness:

"You only need to find Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush."

Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush.
Madness stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop.

Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands.

Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.

Madness, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love's eyes with a
pitchfork. "What have I done! What have I done!" Madness shouted.
"I have left you blind! How can I repair it?"

And Love answered: "You cannot repair my eyes.
But if you want to do something for me, you can be my guide."

And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always
accompanied by Madness