60% of exams over.
argh.

got a shock in the afternoon. am still shocked. shrug. disbelief.
ack.
allons en france
!

shall go recuperate....and study.
*mugmugmugmugmug*

slightly painful eyes. hmmm cos i wore contacts today, after letting my eyes slack for many days.. and i 'cleaned my eyes' a bit. heh. well, healthy activities. shrug. :p

sorry for the barren state of the blog, i have to study. for survival's sake.

so sad. exams less than 2 days away.
*mugmugmug*
splat

happy birthday april! may you find a husband soon.... :p

sigh... when is the heat wave going away? hmm... every day i melt a little. terrible. forming puddles wherever i go. ugh. how to study like that? this is way above optimum study temperature... blah blah.
can't study still must study.. well.

the may issue of Discover arrived in the post. it's a bit destroyed. sigh. *sad*
me and my obsession with undestroyed books and stuff. esp new. hmmm...

spent the day studying and wondering why i chose econs instead of bio in jc.... argh. so sad... and so unfair... i seem to have more things to learn. DUH. talking nonsense here. hmmm funny...i drank a whole litre of chocolate milk and nothing happened to me... weird. either suddenly my body's found the gene encoding lactase or there are no bacteria in my large intestine to convert the lactose to horrible evil things like hydrogen gas and methane. sigh. can't light fart. but i'm not complaining, cos this means no diarrhoea too... hahaha. goodness can't believe i just crapped so much about...lactose. useless. this shall go into the archives as crap then. waah.

a moth flew into the room. i ran out.
sigh. it may be a phobia. shrug.



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replies~

ah-mee: hey glad you're coming back earlier!! (even if it means i get poked earlier) :p all the best for your exams! :p

shumin: thanks darling! enjoy your hols! (",)

breaktime blogging. have to go for lab soon. (actually i'm here to print my lab protocol) bleahz.

*sick*

argh. headful of cotton wool. sigh. no appetite too, though i forced myself to eat some. blah. so sad.
drank half a litre of chocolate milk yesterday. shall see whether stomach acts up. shrug. shall see if my miracle (worker) doctor can cure me... *ahem*

aminah discovers my blog. wOw.

feel like dying...
exams. again. soon. so much to study. i feel like i don't know anything at all. terrible.
will have to unravel the mess of cryptic words and mysterious diagrams. before the exams come and slaughter me. sigh.
lalala...

later i'll be going for my first-ever tuition thingy! a bit excited. hmm shall see how it turns out. hope i don't mess up. yup.
sigh i seem to have momentarily lost the ability to crap in excessive amounts on the blog. perhaps there are cats lurking in my mouth.

ah well. later then.
*burp*

To ---

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory.--
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.--

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed--
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

-- Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ebb

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

-- Edna St Vincent Millay

rAzZle DaZzLe

Saturday Night Fever!
on a wednesday night. i'd gone home after school in the afternoon expecting to be bored to bits but then surprise surprise... heh heh. tickets fell from the sky. exciting huh. hmm... good dancers. (duh) i feel like a block of wood when i look at them. sigh. the sound and lighting and props and backdrops and stuff were good.... but once the story degrades into mere melodrama it's best to concentrate on the dance moves. heh.. basically the story isn't anything much, just a cheesy romantic story thingy. very easy to understand haha. the characters have flexible bodies and groovy moves..well.. i suppose their morals are flexible too. haha. me likes the lights. and the bell-bottoms. and ze fun fun dances. bleh. and that was that. yup. :p

on the other hand, The Passion of the Christ was a painful thing to watch. i'm no Christian, so perhaps i'm not as affected by the movie....but it was still painful. definitely more than just a simple -ouch- ... how could anyone be that cruel.. i suppose i'll never quite understand the significance of the movie. i think i have an inkling of what it might mean, but the complete picture will continue to elude me. for a long time. for ever. shrug.

whee.
for now.

4 is one of the numbers i like. actually i like it a lot. it's almost my favourite number. almost, because i'm giving other digits a chance.

and in case any of you are wondering, this is what crème brulée looks like.

SpELL

if, at your desk, you push aside your work,
take down a book, turn to this verse
and read that i kneel there, pressing
my ear where on your chest the muscles
arch as great books part, in seagull curves,
bridging the seasounds of your heart,

and that your hands run through my hair,
draw the wayward mass to strands
as flat as scarlet silk-thread bookmarks,
and stroke my cheeks as if smoothing
back the tissue leaves from chilly,
plated pages, and pull me near

to read my eyes alone, then you shall see,
silvered and monochrome, yourself,
sitting at your desk, taking down a book,
turning to this verse, and then, my love,
you shall not know which one of us is reading
now, which writing, and which written.

-Kate Clanchy [Samarkand]