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Monday, August 25, 2008
I hate how blogger screwed up with my previous two attempts to write about the London-like weather we were having.
And now I'll I'm left is with this really lame one instead.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
In this London-like weather of cold summer showers, I think about how we are at the final bastion before the battlefield of hell.
Friday, August 22, 2008
It must be boring being an umpire
I'm considering stargazing with the little telescope I found in a cupboard.
Matthew is pondering on the joys of boredom
There is none
Watching China vs China on an Olympic table tennis finals is way boring.
It's like mirror images of two ping pong robots battling it out-
there is no glory, there is no thrill.
Just an insert of a game of ping pong
from the hard drive of one's will
I was in a reading mood today.
So I read.
I'm feeling bored.
Somebody give me an all expenses paid scavenger hunt around the world with Cowboy, ending in the very heart which is home itself.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I want to swat you till you die
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I better get my geog essay done by tomorrow morning or I'll be in trouble.
Oooo... Scary, eh?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Matt's gunning for his second lit essay in the same night! Not that I want to, but hey, nobody likes to get detention right?
No wait. I deserve to sleep before midnight.
You know what? I'm just gonna do that essay tomorrow. Screw it. Really.
I told him to take a cheese-break
Saturday, August 16, 2008
That of being bonded to books, assignments and preparation for the A levels that is.
Friday, August 15, 2008
We're actually finally gonna get an Olympic medal. It's extremely surreal.
But well done anyhow!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I realise I haven't said 'I love you' to my mom in quite a while.
Then again, those 3 words seem to be losing significance to me lately.
Maybe usage of these words should be regulated and have a limiting quota set upon- like coupons which you tear out to give to somebody else. And you go like, hey, this is an action- a part of me to you. I love you.
I'm thinking parking coupons here. The ones with many circular cutouts for you to punch and tear. Instead of circles, the coupons in my head are filled with heart shaped cutouts.
This way, things would be much better. We wouldn't just use those words randomly, or as a mere tool of pacification to make another feel so fulfilled and satisfied. Even in literature, the word 'love' gets encountered so many times that I occasionally feel like my heart no longer pumps warm blood. That in itself is of course an exaggeration- you and I both know it.
But I want to know what real love is.
Unquestioning self humiliation as the perverse would say. Or like soft wads of cotton slipped in a flannelette baby blanket, according to the tactile enthusiast.
I want to know what it means to say those words.
Not the cheaply mass produced, 'Made-in-China' kinds which we see littered about today.
To say is not to feel, and although this is elementary even to a talking cucumber, we sometimes tend to forget...
"I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper,
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Things I might want to get-
An Ipod earphone
An Ipod cover to replace my current one, which looks like an XXXS sized dirty underwear.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I can't afford to screw up my prelims and A's. If my periods of study were to be charted on a graph, I reckon it would be somewhat like an extremely irregular and immensely compressed sine curve- considering how I study in short "bursts" of 10-15 mins, after which taking a break for an even longer period of time. Yep... In case you're wondering, my studies are like shit.
I hate the aspect of my life by which I'm worrying about my studies, my future, and yet not being able to sit down for a prolonged period of time to study. Maybe I should do group studying more often.
Arrghhh!! Matt you incompetent shit- get your act together! Seriously!
Oh. On a side and brighter note, I've enjoyed watching the Olympics here and there today. Female weightlifting is kinda scary, but yet extremely interesting at the same time- I start to play games with myself in spotting the most feminine and masculine of the contestants. There was one from Chinese Taipei was looked majorly boyish- and that's very disturbing, mind you. I mean, it's no problem having thick arms and being womanly at the same time like that Cuban lady (Something Vega)- you'd just look like an Amazon. But gender benders are generally intruiging.
And you have to admit the war cry when lifting those bars certainly adds the oomph to the entire showmanship haha. Or show-womanship, rather.
A dabble in Ligeia. Some micro climates. And a chapter of Great Expectations (7 chapters more- you can do it, Matt!)
Sheesh. But yes, I feel so incompetent in my studies.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
My headache is gone! Well, yeah- of course it is. It should be gone. If it isn't gone by today, I'd be worried.
I've got lots of catching up to do. Studies. School admin stuff.
But I'm all smiles (not all, but yeah you get the drift)
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Here I am for some God forsaken reason, listening to religious music. And I know (and you guys know) that it's really not like me to be doing so. I have a horrendous headache now and I'm in an extremely irritable mood. Noise annoys me.
Yeah. I'm also thinking what an insecure, poor body imaged, emotional wreck of a trashbag sometimes. It's times like these where I should let a brain eating monster suck my brains out, sign myself up in the religious order, vow myself to a life of celebacy and then hang myself in the monastary.
Gosh! This headache is FREAKING KILLING ME.
Monday, August 04, 2008
I am currently scrambling to get class/group photos so I could send it to the Student's Council by tonight for the Prom Night video montage. Well, it's tough work, considering how response from my classmates has been rather weak. And if any of you T1-ers are reading this, get going and start sending me those pics now, unless you don't want our class to be featured in the montage! And that would be really horrible I think.
Alright! I was supposed to get started on Poe's Ulalume this evening, not to mention my geog work... but well well well, what am I doing? Still waiting for the photos to be submitted- hurry up!!!
Sunday, August 03, 2008
First of all, I'd like to say that mother nature's been a complete bitch these past few days, cursing us with horrifically warm weather. But who could blame her right? All of that greenhouse gas choking her up must have made her cranky.
Anyway, I was watching half of The Outsiders on youtube this evening. Unfortunately, I had to restrict myself from watching any further as my geog essay, which was already due on Friday was calling out for me. Dammit. I never seem to be fully on top of my studies. Snowballing revision and assignments are public enemy #1, or enemies of mine at least.
I need an alcoholic drink soon. Like really. A wine, a beer- anything (not before a school day of course)
Grraaagghh.. And there's GP comprehension mock exam tomorrow afternoon! Sheesh. I hope I don't make a complete fool of myself for it. You know how you get back your compre scripts, and go something like- Oh God, how the hell did I end up writing so fucking incoherently...
Yes, if you've ever felt like that, welcome to the club.
SO... on that note, I retreat awaiting the hustle and bustle which the new week brings.
"Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold..."
An extract from Atwood's 'Cat's Eye'. I think Sam and Mike would know very well know who Grace reminds us of...
We sit on the wooden bench in the church basement, in the dark, watching