Hurricane Chronicles

SAKURA IS COOL.

I give up too easily and my arsenal is flawed. Sigh.

Add one more thing to post-exam to do list: exercise.

the rain is very slanty today

By tomorrow afternoon all this shit will be over, for real. And the first thing I swear to do is clean up my room. It's got to the point where the piano has become a ranching post for dust bunnies.

And AFTER that, I am going to so frigging watch the whole 4 DVDs of Serial Experiments: Lain. It has guaranteed weirdness and a reported existential count of +9 3/4. And then I'll have to look at scholarship applications (since all my uni applications but one has been completed). All this before I run off to a class reunion dinner, begin killing myself trying to relearn Chinese, and start jobbing two jobs.

It feels so good to plan.

happy birthday ets!

It is so fun to have long hair. It's something to play with, like fingers. What amazing things they are.

Perhaps one day I will chop it all off, but that day is far away.

eyelids twitching.

I'm tired.

I must trust that there is enough time.

dun dun dun DUN

It's over.


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Euphoria, where are you? I thought we had an appointment!!

Oh, right. There's still SATs.

Mug bio now.

schizophrenia

Please let this be over soon!

Please let this be over SOON!

PLEASE LET WEDNESDAY BE OVER SOON and yet PLEASE LET ME HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO HAVE BECOME FULLY CONFIDENT BY TUESDAY NIGHT.

Eyelids are boiling in sockets. Does this bode sleeping? No no that is OTHELLO not Heart of Darkness -- the horror! the horror!

the horror!

clay chocolates

Very slowly as I consume my little chocolate I come to wonder why I am alive, and what it meant to be.

!!!

the University of Newcastle upon Tyne hath made me an offer o_o

O_O

O____O

My A levels aren't even over yet!!! Perhaps this is my inspiration for the Lit paper on Monday?

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Newcastle upon Tyne sounds very nice indeed. And it is in a city so I don't think I'll feel too lonely. But if I go there I think I'll be a prude and forget to investigate their famed nightlife. (A student's gotta sleep.)

More important thing now is the scholarship. No scholarship, no overseas.

I can't help but feel now that I'm wasting my parents' money on SATs.

my candle is burning at both ends

A little before four o'clock on this day I discovered that I could study no more. Nothing has gotten done since.

I should try again after dinner.

Stupid thing is, doing a Lit paper requires inspiration, and right now I have neither the space nor constitution to find it.

200th post

Robert De Niro! OMG Robert De Niro. It takes a real actor to do what I saw him do in Stardust. Similarly for Michelle Pfeiffer. I liked the succession storyline very much. And Ian MacKellen has a damn cool voice.

It also had amazing makeup. You couldn't tell it was makeup, you see.

All the rest was so-so. Worth the ticket, but not the DVD. What I thought was strange was that Tristan Thorn learnt how to sword-fight in three days. I believe it's all in the hair.

The sods had given it a swashbuckling climax and a happy ending.

fizzle

Random thoughts:

1. In between mugging fanatically and shedding like a distressed feline I come up for air only to find myself surrounded by sharks.

2. Ets has a boyfriend! Gosh!

3. I love my piano, though I'd love a new one far better.

4. Math paper tomorrow.

I think I might be unhappy after all.

I want to go out there and learn things. Singapore is so TINY.

my wrist hurts.

Exams enable such levels of inspiration that time passes not, and it is always 'now'. It is very strange; at the start of my paper my brain sort of runs into hyper mode, and by the end of the paper there are eight pages of very dense handwriting and my wrist aches, and that is all of the paper that I can remember. I cannot imagine writing the brilliant things I see on my prior exam scripts under normal circumstances, being conscious and distracted. I hope I have written brilliant things. Exams consume a lot of sugar so I'm glad my mum cooks big dinners. Now, there are three days before my next paper, so I shall spend tonight slacking like a slacker who's been starved of slacking ever since slacker kingdom got put to the sword by the invading menace of Pragmatic Utility.