*stress*
in the middle of the hols!!!!!
inconceivable.
sigh

no time
+
great impending embarrassment
+
DEADlines
=
*splat*

a concert. it's been some time since i attended a concert. (as a member of the audience)
nice sound. nice sounding sounds. nice sounding nice sounds.. you get the idea.

demoralised. ah well.

out of sheer boredom...

I am Kong. Strong and passionate, I tend to be misunderstood, sometimes even feared. I don't want to fight, I don't want to cause trouble, all I ask is a little love, and a little peace. If I don't get what I want, I get angry, and throw barrels and flaming oil at whatever's stopping me. What Video Game Character Are You?

sigh.

[special thanks to Lynette]

.condolences.

i know. this is so out of character.

a tirade threatens to break loose
verbal diarrhoea
but it shall not happen
yet

-To the Moon-

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth, --
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

i don't believe poems have to rhyme.

ouchy lip.

i never had the habit of keeping a diary or journal or anything like that.
i could never keep it up.
but this sounds like a good way for me to dump my excess words. whatever.
am too lazy to write sometimes.

come to think of it, i'm not really in the mood today

that i'm thinking about things like this and writing them down implies my exams are over.
*grin*

is receptiveness to language an innate thing or is it acquired?
although language isn't the only discipline around, it is more or less the medium of instruction for most disciplines.
more often than not, the company we keep is determined by the language we speak, or how well we speak it. the influences in our lives are affected by language. how well we speak (and understand) a language determines how receptive we are to certain issues and how much we comprehend.
[am too lazy to elaborate on this]

well, if language receptivity is not innate, all of us will have equal potential in this aspect, and equal potential in many other areas.

somehow i find that rather difficult to believe. hmm.

Corduroy.
i love Corduroy.

nail-biting is a BAAAD habit.

it's the time of the year (again) to go walking around town.

there is this mysterious urge to get out and explore, even if it means seeing things that i've seen before; it's time to renew the memories. strangely, it happens this time every year. i need to get out.
(of perhaps it's simply due to me having spent almost a month on my butt either at home or somewhere that has butt-accommodating facilities feeling guilty of having pretensions to the whole studying thing)

i wonder if this is a gender-linked thing.
or merely an autosomal trait passed on to me from no one i know.

friendster is a conspiracy to take over the world.

coming up: another week of exam hell.

well.

whenever i'm on the verge of writing something i feel like i can't write anything.
even though i know there's something waiting to come out.
i am on the verge of writing something, saying something.
nothing comes out.

indigestion
interview
lots of thunder
a blister (!)
macdonald's
more indigestion.

*sigh*

November rain.