Tuatara

 'shoe'               -girlboss bestie Good morning. Happy Sunday.  Tiredness takes over. I've talked about choices previously. Let me emphasize. The choices we make, we sometimes regret. I forgot to take enough money to the store to buy a cell. I'm going to have to go back again. I've finished a few chem questions. The rest appear to be far too complicated. I sometimes wonder, what's the point of it all? Does any of this really matter? Do we really need to go so deep into everything? CSKR sir got mad at us yesterday. He implied that students who go to third-degree engineering colleges have to suffer a lot. They dont get internships, let alone a job. Even when they do, they have to pay vast sums of money. I played the ukulele today after a long while. I felt guilty when I told Math sir that I play it as a hobby. I do want it as a hobby, but it does take a shitload of discipline. Speaking of which, I haven't run in a while. I do not plan ...

 'fust of all...'                         -girl from class today was quite eventful. It is the day of Raksha bandhan. School was quite fun as well. In physics we learnt about collisions and in chemistry we continued with rates of reactions and radioactive element. It is quite fun. I think I do enjoy PCM. is there something holding me back from becoming a master in these subjects?From becoming an academic weapon? Well, of course there is. The answer is me. Hey, its me, I'm the problem its me. But I dont have to be. Its Me v/s Me. Sometimes everything boils down to the little choices you make.  I choose to write a bolg and hope to do so everyday. Its a choice.  Everything we do, I choose to do so. I'm sure we are not compelled to do anything, broadly speaking.  I read something about butterfly effect recently. It talks about how the flapping of the wings of a butterfly on one side of the world, can a...

 "till all are one"                                   -optimus prime There are certain things that make you happy. However, these things aren't constant. They change with each passing day. As a kid, I used to love power rangers and beyblade and powerpuffgirls. I loved mopping the floor and playing nerf wars. I loved reading books like Geronimo Stilton, The three investigators, dork diaries and so on. Growing up, I look back at those times and reminisce the past. But heres the thing about the past; you cant hold on to it, because its already gone. I changed schools recently. Most people in my class are from different schools. I have a deep connection with my old school. However, of late, I've realised that I must move on. Ever since, I've started enjoying the new school.  Sometimes, the only motivation you need is that you arent good enough. At other times, you must remember why ...