Wednesday, July 02, 2003

each day of summer makes me want to tie my own self down and not leave the atmosphere of anaheim hills and the unforgettable people that reside here. i think i'll call this disease summerculosis.

in a matter of days, i'm going to go to freshmen orientation up at uc davis, near sacramento. that's 7 hours and 7 minutes (according to mapquest.com) [oooh... vanilla. that hurts.], and i have to drive there. that's a good seven hours that i could have spent with my best(est) friends, one last time. one reason i write about time periodically is because i've been taught the lesson of never taking it for granted last year. before then, i used to "waste" the minutes, "kill" time like it was nothing. i had taken it as something that stresses me to "be on time" or go on a guilt trip if i am "late". i put these words in quotations, because technically, you can't waste time. sure, you could have been doing something else, but you were occupied doing something else. thus, time was never wasted. and you certainly cannot kill time. it is figurative speech that screams irony. since, of course, time kills us instead. finally, "early" and "late" are terms that we've created so that we'll actually get things done and not "waste" time doing something else. but like i've already mentioned, you can't "waste" time. hence the cycle of human oblivion continues. we cannot control time, it's the other way around.

it's all in the way you see it. like me, for example. it's past 4am in the morning, and i am still awake typing this post. now, if i were tired, staying up becomes strenuous on the body. i'd want to sleep, so i'd be using the time wrongly-- this is what most people call "wasting time". but this is not the case. i am fully aawke, alert, wary of the situation. so in this case, going to sleep is a "waste of time"-- i'd rather do that when i actually feel sleepy. so then here is the next question: if in both cases there is a choice to waste time, then in essence, aren't you wasting time? or if, like in the past paragraph, you believe that you cannot throw time away like some tangible object, then what do you call that side you've pushed aside because you wanted to do something else?

quite frankly, i've had it with all this labeling of time. just let it be, i want to say. but of course, human beings have to be the superior being of them all. i guess i won't hear an end to this after all.

twilight bliss danced till dawn at 4:29:00 AM
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name: mai sharona
birthday: december 5, 1984 (currently 20)
high school: canyon
college: uc davis
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