|Time as white sound|
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Approaching its 560th post, this blog has come of age.
And well, so have I.
Not too long ago, here I was ranting about how I managed to get dismal straight F9s for 4 of my maths/science subjects in sec 3.
And right now, although I do not suffer such a fatal fate of F's sputtered on my report card, I'm just sitting here being worried for the A's as I wait for that dude in the school library's computer room to be done with the printer.
What the fuck is he printing that is taking so long?!?!
I must get at least 3 A's. If I don't, sheesh.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Graduation day was like the stop to a carnival ride you never really did want to end, no matter how stressed and scared you were.
We had the time of our lives
We had a ball of a time- we've flown the coop!
And well... It all feels really bittersweet
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
A pound of flesh was demanded in Shakespeare's 'The Merchant of Venice'.
But sometimes, another two pounds extra isn't even enough.
So do you suggest I spill my guts?
Saturday, October 04, 2008
A fresh green split in a bone of a fractured arm.
The Ulna and the Radius.
We thought we could travel seamlessly like the lining of our shins; the linear length of the spine.
But like the falling petals of saw dusted Angsana
The term 'collectivism' ceased to exist.
A poem by Sylvia Plath
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,
And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince
As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.
Tick tock tick tock...
Friday, October 03, 2008
It's funny how easily perturbed I can be at times.
I was in the library doing Econs essay practice this afternoon (the 25 mark essay) and after completing just about half of it, I turned over to the suggested answer to see how well I was doing so far.
Well, judging from what I saw, I suppose I could've passed the essay moderately... but it was far from the complete answer which the schema had!!
Obviously I was demoralised.
So I decided to do another 25 mark essay.
Yeah. Really. Really. Ridiculous.
Next time, I'll ban myself from looking at the answer scheme before completing my essay practices to prevent me from being discouraged.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
It sucks when you find it so hard to hit the books. (Well, yesterday wasn't like that)
Today has been very unproductive
So tired. So dead.