Thursday, July 26, 2001 - 06:09 p.m.
I was cleaning my room the other day, and I found a bunch of old school assignments I did over five years ago. Looking at the poetry and essays I was forced to write, I can say that I believed that there was absolutely no hope for the future of humankind. In my stacks of papers I found were letters to Mother Earth apologizing for the pain we are causing her, essays on human cruelty toward our fellow denizens of the earth, a picture of a moonlit field marked with white tombstones (including a comment about how the fictional World War III could become a reality), an art project trying to make a statement on pollution... ^-^; Was I some kind of crazed pseudo-environmentalist!? When I think about it now, I was probably influenced by the books I read at the time, which included Aldous Huxley's Brave New World, William Golding's Lord of the Flies, and Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart...
Thursday, July 19, 1999 - 02:58 p.m.
Okay, my sister was completely right about me being not able to keep a diary. ...It's already been more than a month since my last entry. I'm going to try and write at least once a week from now on... *voice from nearby trash can: yeaaaaaaaaah riiiiiiiiiight* Many many things have happened since I last posted, and I was really busy. Busy with big things, unlike what was included in my concept of what "busy" was when I was nine years old:
(tranlated excerpt from my old pink diary)
--May 7, raining--
I haven't taken my bath yet. I want to. Because I have so many things to do. Put away my pencil case. Take a bath. Take out clothes for tomorrow. Set my alarm clock. Brush my teeth. Lay out the futon... Ugh... I wish it was still Friday... Friday. Friday.
...... I want to hit my past self and say, "YOU THINK THAT'S BUSY!?!?!" T_T#