Wednesday, October 25, 2006
/all the green paper squares below
Oh yeah, so the exams are over.
Now that the whole episode of sedating myself with geographical and literary jargon is temporarily over, I have been decidedly very bored.As in, lets-count-the-bumps-in-the-ceiling-for-fun bored. Where you feel you would rather crack open the foredoomed atlas with undiscriminable lines and scales, than practice the laws of a couch potato, which is 1) do nothing2) do nothing and 3) do absolutely nothing,but if you feel up to some hard work, start on the television.Oh boy, don't get too tired though.
On a Fine MorningWhence comes Solace?--Not from seeing
What is doing, suffering, being,
Not from noting Life's conditions,
Nor from heeding Time's monitions;
But in cleaving to the Dream,
And in gazing at the gleam
Whereby gray things golden seem.
Thus do I this heyday, holding
Shadows but as lights unfolding,
As no specious show this moment
With its irised embowment;
But as nothing other than
Part of a benignant plan;
Proof that earth was made for man.
Thomas HardyMy laptop's overheated. Oh sheesh. Really.
8:39 AM
/defying stars, everything, sheesh.
I seem to have become a leaking tap with boundless capacity. Or in the most, a sap. The Victorian equivalents to spineless, jelly backboned women (ah, not ALL women) who are reduced to tears and flutters. Reading Fictionpress, has made me feel like bawling out my eyes and indulging in a crying marathon of some sort. I have been blasting (the irony) Symphony 92.4 to the sheer amusement of my mother who had long determined her daughter's indiscreet exposure to classical pieces and the likes of Mozart would be inhibited to the occasional strains from the Neighbour's. (who coincidentally happens to practise tuning her radio to the forementioned radio station every Sunday)
My life has collapsed on itself to become a tragedy with its own script. Perhaps I should ditch revision, or the presumed bouts of studying I have been undertaking with copious intervals of languishing with no purpose (my new hobby) and deploring over the odds for The School to be nuclear-ravished on 16/10. Close to none, but to hope is to be a step closer to victory said an annoynomous, dead person.
Oh, and better, I do not know why I am feeling quite bitter these days. It must be the weather. The haze isn't anything novel, its not like forest fires are the October trend and everyone is left anticipating when the aftermath avalaunches into a massive world crisis of air pollution - industries haven't been releasing air purifiers all these while into the atmosphere either. Merely another global issue to be clustered with the likes of predecessant global warming and ozone layer issues.
I don't actually have a problem with climate change - the difference of air pollution will mean that the planet will change, but it has been for the past 6 billion years and the world is still here. It doesn't even make much of a difference to me that human beings might be wiped out - so what? Perhaps cockroaches will take our place.
Sheesh, really.
3:29 AM
