Thursday, September 25, 2008 9:15 PM
IT'S OVER!!
now's the time to wait for r papers -.-
Wednesday, September 17, 2008 12:36 PM
Life with its smoky burning gone from him, had left him apart and utterly alien to her. And she knew what a stranger he was to her. In her womb was ice of fear, because of this separate stranger with whom she had been living as one flesh. Was this what it all meant -- utter, intact separateness, obscured by heat of living? in dread she turned her face away. The fact was too deadly. There had been nothing between them, and yet they had come together, exchanging their nakedness repeatedly. Each time he had taken her, they had been two isolated beings, far apart as now. He was no more responsible than she. The child was like ice in her womb. For as she looked at the dead man,her mind, cold and detached, said clearly: "Who am I? What have I been doing? I have been fighting a husband who did not exist. He existed all the time. What wrong have I done? What was that I have been living with? There lies the reality, this man." -- And her soul died in her for fear: she knew she had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met nor whom they fought. And now she saw, and turned silent in seeing. For she had been wrong. She had said he was something he was not; she had felt familiar with him. Whereas he was apart all the while, living as she never lived, feeling as she never felt.
- Odour of Chrysanthemums by D. H. Lawrence
12:36 PM
i hate it that whenever the exam period comes round the whole world decides to turn upside down and threaten to give up on me.
i should learn not to give in to stress and hormones and whatever. oh and i'm 2 days late and counting. urgh.
and it's at times like these that i start to question my sanity and my existence. it's probably better for me to use such times to ponder upon the value of knowledge but me, being me, will never ever do the practical. i am such a nick carraway at times.
start doubting my narrative from now on.
Thursday, September 11, 2008 5:16 PM
a simple walk home never brought on a greater onslaught of emotions.
memories of other walks home, the company, the setting sun.
it's a slightly bitter taste. but like a dish of bitter gourd with egg, it has to be finished. (i do like bitter gourd with egg though)
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today, i watched ants scurry up and down a black and red wooden shelf. they seemed so busy and self important. but all they did was run up and down over the same stretch of wood. or maybe i'm not observant enough. or my presence disturbed the observation as ants might not be used to a sixteen year old girl with messy hair leaning over them.
today, i came home and found that there was nothing to eat. well, it has been going on for quite a few days and i should take it as a sign that i shouldn't snack excessively but rumbling stomachs are hard to ignore.
today, i saw my life yesterday and tomorrow. today, i saw myself in the tracks of the busy ants. today, i
Friday, September 05, 2008 9:39 PM
ooh.. i like being productive. haven't been so productive for such a long time. whee.. i really should do this more often but it's so hard to find people to do it with. everyone's so busy. sigh. but these two days have really been great!
i love studying in school(:
and i can't wait for promos to end!! (x
provided i don't have r papers. haha.
oh yucks. my blog has been tainted with the mundane muddlings called my life. urgh.
i do so hate being mundane
Tuesday, September 02, 2008 3:37 PM
| Greed: | Medium
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| Gluttony: | Medium
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| Wrath: | Low
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| Sloth: | Medium
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| Envy: | Very Low
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| Lust: | Very Low
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| Pride: | Medium
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Discover Your Sins - Click Here
please view in lieu of the fact that everyone tends to think better of themselves than they really are.
Monday, September 01, 2008 3:56 PM
Looking out, a pinnacle looms.
Lined with faceless windows. e
ach and every line, a different
story, a different life. All of the
m brought arbitrarily together
to form a unit, the pinnacle. Bu
t has anyone ever wondered w
hat happens behind each facele
ss square? The stories of love a
nd belonging that warms heart
s. They colour each square a be
autiful shade of yellow-orange,
warm light spilling out over th
e four lines, hoping to claim ju
st a little more, to spread the m
essage of love and light. then t
here are the little squares of cl
ear light that illuminate the da
rkness waiting hoping for a fath
er or a mother to return the lon
ging is intense and cuts right thr
ough the night andtherearetheb
lackedoutsquarestheyaresilenti
mmovablepiecesofvacuumdont
strayanywherenearlestyoubeswalloweduptoo.
10:44 AM
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."
The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."
"What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens
you will never let my hand go."
