I'm not sane...
This is the story of a grilled fish.
It will never be a grilled fish if it wasn’t cooked grilled by the chef, which in that case, if it never met the chef who decided to grill it, it will also won't end up as a grilled fish.
And it will never be cooked grilled, if it wasn’t caught by the fisherman.
But from the very start, it will never be caught by the fisherman, if it wasn’t around the area where the fisherman was fishing.
Why was it at the area then? Why was the fisherman at the area too?
Do you know the answer? I thought you will know since you are so smart and all.
But anyway, I know the answer.
The answer is of course, this is a never-ending story!! That's one slap on the face for me for being so WITTY! There are so many branches the story can separate into! First, you can continue from the fish's point of view. Or you may work on the fisherman's case. On both sides, as you work on, it is impossible to find a suitable and congruent ending that satisfies both parties involved once they've branched out. So don't bother to find a conclusion to things that are no longer together in the sequence. It is one hard job, seriously. Let them go their way and find their own endings.
haha i'm so insane!! This is what i wrote when i was in the process of finishing up my personal statement. on a new document, of course :p as crazy as this piece of writing above may seemed to you, it helped keep me sane when i was writing the other more important piece of work. because i had vented out my insanity on this piece of never-ending story :) grilled fish turned up unexpectantly. caught me by surprise too :p i guess i have a secret desire for grilled fish that i had never known of before. sorry for taking up your time reading this crazy entry. it's called blogging for my own personal reference in the future ( like i need any reminder that i'm crazy :p ) this is getting no where, so i'm just going to stop right here. from no where to here, how fun!! maybe i'll wake up next morning and find myself in some dark, slippery, red, place too. guess where. a stomach. just like an eaten grilled fish. ok ok enough crap.
It will never be a grilled fish if it wasn’t cooked grilled by the chef, which in that case, if it never met the chef who decided to grill it, it will also won't end up as a grilled fish.
And it will never be cooked grilled, if it wasn’t caught by the fisherman.
But from the very start, it will never be caught by the fisherman, if it wasn’t around the area where the fisherman was fishing.
Why was it at the area then? Why was the fisherman at the area too?
Do you know the answer? I thought you will know since you are so smart and all.
But anyway, I know the answer.
The answer is of course, this is a never-ending story!! That's one slap on the face for me for being so WITTY! There are so many branches the story can separate into! First, you can continue from the fish's point of view. Or you may work on the fisherman's case. On both sides, as you work on, it is impossible to find a suitable and congruent ending that satisfies both parties involved once they've branched out. So don't bother to find a conclusion to things that are no longer together in the sequence. It is one hard job, seriously. Let them go their way and find their own endings.
haha i'm so insane!! This is what i wrote when i was in the process of finishing up my personal statement. on a new document, of course :p as crazy as this piece of writing above may seemed to you, it helped keep me sane when i was writing the other more important piece of work. because i had vented out my insanity on this piece of never-ending story :) grilled fish turned up unexpectantly. caught me by surprise too :p i guess i have a secret desire for grilled fish that i had never known of before. sorry for taking up your time reading this crazy entry. it's called blogging for my own personal reference in the future ( like i need any reminder that i'm crazy :p ) this is getting no where, so i'm just going to stop right here. from no where to here, how fun!! maybe i'll wake up next morning and find myself in some dark, slippery, red, place too. guess where. a stomach. just like an eaten grilled fish. ok ok enough crap.
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She'll never be there writing this entry if she wasn't in the process of finishing up her personal statement, which in that case, if she never wrote the personal statement for the university application, she will also not end up writing this entry.
And she will never write the personal statement, if she wasn't interested in applying for the universities in US.
But from the very start, she will never apply for the US universities if she didn't move to US.
Why did she move to US then? Why not china which would have not required such personal statements?
Do you know the answer?
OR
This is the story of an INSANE girl writing an entry called "I'm not sane...".
She'll never be there writing this entry if she was sane, which in that case, if she was sane, she will also not end up writing this entry.
And she will never be insane, if she wasn't staying with some insane girls called kh and kr.
But from the very start, she will never stay with these insane girls, if she never moved to the McNair Hostel.
Why did she move to McNair Hostel then? Why were kh and kr in the very same hostel too?
Do you know the answer?
I thought you will also know since you are just so INSANE as me...
Hehe =P