The stars died so that you could be here today

I didn't realise its so hard to concentrate studying for a major exam. Just kill me. I've given up all hope on my humanities subject.

The IP shenanigan is getting ridiculous. Why have so many schools fast tracking into Junior Colleges without the need to take A levels, and still retain the O levels. It seems so insignificant to sit for the examinations, get a grade and apply for another junior college, when half the cohort doesn't take it. The distinctions between the different school brands are just going to get worse. 6 years (or more) of being in a school defined by its name, isn't going to do a whole lot of good in integrating the entire cohort in Universities. With the government pushing for IP, I don't see the easy way out for SC to keep the existing O level structure. We'll simply become obsolete, especially if the importance of the examination has diminished so much. To remain as an O level school would mean students taking the exams but the grades not meaning much. To go IP would then mean incurring the wrath of ex-students. Honestly, what's wrong with taking O levels. I don't see

forbeingstrange.tumblr.com I'm the silliest girl ever. I switched to tumblr because I was getting addicted reading all the Band of Brothers stuff.

There can never be enough of that warm fuzzy feeling that comes after a sweet sweet dream. Dreamt of friends that I haven't seen in a long time. Ain't too bad to catch up with them in my dreams. The feelings and emotions in dreams are so real its a little scary.

readingiscrazy The men of Easy company are heroes, and there's no doubt that they lived to such ripe old ages, and had fulfilling lives after the war because of their bravery, love and the horrors they endured. God bless them.

He turned around and I saw he had an eye sewn shut. He's blind I thought to myself. It was all I could think about while staring at that skin covered eye. I caught myself staring. It's rude, I remembered. I dream so much in a day, if all the dreams were to happen in real life, they'd probably fill up 3 days worth of activities. It's no wonder I wake up feeling as if I didn't sleep at all. Why oh why then haven't I met Eames & Arthur in my dreamss. fuckyeahinception

I'm tired of always trying to get everything to work. If you think the tone of your voice doesn't betray your feelings, and other people aren't affected by it, then you're wrong. Won't it all be easier if I couldn't detect changes in tones? Why doesn't Singapore honour and celebrate the resistance fighters who died for Singapore during WW2. Yes, our founding fathers developed Singapore. But, that doesn't make them any more important than those patriotic souls who gave up their lives for the nation. Yet, it seems to be a forgotten history. We get documentaries on the men who built our nation, but what about the rest? It was racial harmony at its finest. Men helping each other as Singaporeans fighting for Singapore, regardless of race.

"the smaller joys come in moments where Arthur and Eames bounce off of each other." - fuckyeahinception

Fuckyeahinception is my favourite website currently. The bromance between Eames and Arthur's so cute I don't even know what to say about it

I spend 2+ hours filing. Its torturous. Then 1 week later, the papers stack up and cover my desk. I'm forced to file again. Oh god. Papers should have an 'auto-file' mechanism. It's got to be the most mundane job ever. I shouldn't be complaining given that I at least have the opportunity to file in comfort at home, and not be worrying about surviving.

Not very sure how many parents there are who would encourage their children to go to Zouk for the experience.

When it gets really cold in Singapore, I feel as if I'm in another country, in the rural areas of a foreign country where there are no skyscrapers, no 21-storey buildings, no flourescent street lamps. Or maybe I feel like I'm in a hotel room, looking out of the windows into a night scene I've never seen. Maybe its the chilly air and the purplish sky that feels out of place in Singapore. The idyllic countryside, the pitch black night sky with the twinkling shining stars are so alluring. I'd love to visit such a place again. And for some reason I like staying in hotel rooms. I even adore the big black bulky TVs. It'll probably not be the same without those relics of the last decade. Shit I'm probably crazy. This is the time of life when every of my peer is worrying about their future, about the place where they will further their studies. I am too relaxed and not worried about it.

Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa gives me a warm fuzzy feeling everytime I watch it.

I love lying on my bed watching the television, reading my book. I love watching the television with my mom, brothers and dad late into the night. The more I spend time on the internet, the more I lose out on these, and I don't want to be missing them anymore. O carefree times, where art thou. I desperately want to go on a holiday with the family. Nothing scares me more than realising that time is slipping away to go on a trip with my parents, to have that shared experience again. As we grow older we drift further apart. We holiday with friends, parents grow older and are stricken with ailments. There won't be many chances to enjoy travelling without much worries. Even a 3-day trip to Malaysia would be nice.

Just get a life already. I don't want to be your messenger anymore, after more than a decade of being one. God I even sound old saying this. So many people in RJ are cooped up in their elitist world, that they are so detached from this society, this country they live in. They think they know everything, but no they really don't.

It's so enjoyable to listen to Chinese songs. The songs are so melodic, no vulgarities, no twisted lyrics, no gimmicks, as far as those that I listen to at least. They are so simple, so nostalgic that I feel at peace listening to them. Maybe it helps that there's still a deluge of love songs in the Chinese pop industry. Nice classic love songs, about lovers, about families, about friends. I miss that about English music. Love you Pei Shi for gifting me all those lovely Chinese songs ((: Although I know my Chinese sucks, and I probably can't grasp half of what they're saying.

My father and brother are tooo cute. I might hate my dad for being a classic MCP, but really I won't want anybody else to be my dad

I love watching Discovery Channel. There's this quality to their documentaries, and it always makes me feel so much for the people or issue that's being discussed. They present people and issues in the most dignified, if that's the word, way that there is never pity, but instead you feel admiration, respect and even empathy. That's the power of documentaries I guess. It's something I regret, that I'm no good at writing, at thinking critically, at evaluating. If I was skillful enough, I would probably have thrown myself whole-heartedly into working towards a future in journalism. More so than practicing medicine, than building structures, going into another person's world, to see and understand his life, to write and report on it, to be affected by everything around, journalism is so in touch with reality, with the truth around the world, that may not be evident in our everyday life. Ok I write gibberish-ly D:

Maybe I'm really a Dutch girl living on a farm in Holland, with a windmill, where I grind mill all day long. If life was that simple sometimes.

From The Oatmeal. Worst thing to be true at 3am. Everytime this happens I just want to throw the printer against the wall and out of the window.

Raindrops on my head is actually quite therapeutic

I love it when someone makes my day unknowingly (:

Shush girl shut your lips ; Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips. - Dont Trust Me, 3OH!3 Catchy song to be jogging to.

But if the bright lights don't receive you; You should turn yourself around; And come on home. Rob Thomas' voice is awesome. Matchbox 20 does live as well as they do studio.

Barbara Motter So, my arguments, my train of thoughts, my evaluations are all over simplistic. Sometimes I just don't want to write a balanced argument. I want to simply subscribe to a certain school of thought without considering all the flip-sides. I'm superficial like that. If you're reading this blog, you may not want to. You might get influenced by my lousy writing.

Am in love with my momma's tang hoon. I coul eat it all day. Though it doesn't look anything like that picture. Its much better! And of course without the disgusting coriander leaf or, whatsitsname.

I wonder, in an apocalyptic wasteland would I turn to a primal being with savage instincts, or stand steadfast in keeping my humanity and scavenge for basic neccesities to survive, or simply choose to end my life. The depravity of the cannibalists in The Road, the callousness required to survive, I'm quite sure I will not forget. Survival instincts drive men to ends they might never have thought of. So, perhaps, the decision I consciously make now will probably be different from the one my sub-conscious self makes in a dying world. Watching the father-son bond broken as the father died was heart breaking. I've been inundating myself with the make believe world of films. It's time to get back to the books.

Ass of a guy. I actually laughed when I saw him stick 'King Kong' on his head. Handsome handsome handsome; Pretty pretty pretyy From mediasaur.tumblr.com: HALDANE IS HIS OWN ARMORED DIVISION

I've been watching too many war flicks. But I realised, I don't like watching violence all too much, especially when it's needless violence used for the shock factor. Featuring someone bludgeoning an enemy soldier to death with a baseball bat is just one of those. Was that even really necessary. A gun would have achieved the same end purpose. But of course this is war, and in war, hatred and violence are the driving motives. It's always nice to see love taking over now and then. Perrier LaPadite turn over the Jews he was sheltering in his house to the Germans in Inglourious Basterds will probably haunt me for a long time. His tears hinted at his horror of what he had done. But his love for his daughters nudged him to work with the Germans, to obtain protection for them. Maybe it's just my imagination, projecting what I want to believe to be the truth onto the show. But I genuinely believe thats what the show wanted to portray.

HELLO MICHELL WIJAYA. (((: Since you're all the way over in Australia, and I didn't post a card over, I shal write you a public one. (Not very public either since not many people read this heh) Happy birthday yo !!!! Haha. Wish you were here and we celebrated it together. But I guess Ivan is enough for you ^^ I think we first remembered you as the girl who was Christopher Lee's neighbour. Like WOAH. Haha. Then later we became good good good great friends hee, having fun getting kicked out of class by Khong Bee. Miss you alot alot alot Wijaya. Love your retardednesssss ^^ Remember this photoooo?? Epic cute (((: You were so retarded you competed to see whether I would open convo with you first or you would open convo with me first. Unfair ok. You stay so near school. And you practically stalked me when you were online >:( You've had your cute short hair for 17 years of your life, and it became part of you I guess. But now that you grew it out, become even chio-errrr. Y

(I ripped this off from your boyfriend's fb haha. Not bad leh he take the photo until very nice) Happy Independance Day Eli (: Haha. 十八岁了，长大了！ 　 So for your 18th I wish you happiness and no more emo-ness for the rest of the year ((: I remember when we used to bitch about OM. That was way back in Secondary 1. Until now we still keep keep gossiping about people. Sigh. Old habits don't change. Heh. But I love you like that, so don't change who you are ! Then, in Secondary 3 we did I&E fair together ! That was awesome-ly fun actually. Other than the fact that I forgot to bring your thread ! D: But your hand art very prettyy. Actually all your art very prettyyyyy (((: You're awesome and very skinny so don't diet yea ! Don't be affected by your sister or whatever your boyfriend says ^^. You've made JC life all so much better <3 Shopping after A levels yea. Ignore your boyfriend for awhile since he doesn't like shopping anws hahaha. Lesbo friends fore

I miss miss miss my old grey jacket; Holes and all I miss it D:

From LGMH My little brother has social development issues. On the car ride home after his last day of 3rd grade, he tells me that he completed every section in his yearbook except the Best Friend's section. Why? Because his BF didn't go to his school, and he only had one. When I asked who it was, he said it was me. I cried for 3 hours when I got home. His LGMH Omg sigh. Only a sister knows what it feels like. Sometimes I think I'm really bad to my brothers

Omg CTs. Omg CTs. Sigh. To be honest. Studied the whole holidays and I still feel I'm going to fail. Somewhere, somehow I'm not doing enough. This means that I've got to start awhile after CTs to do moderately well for prelims. Oh god. This will be the year that will never be spoken of again. Sheesh. And because apparently, according to Joewie, my blog is emo (?) ( no its not ok ! ), I will un-emo it. Since I'm totally not emo now. From LGMH : This morning, as I was about to leave for work, my boyfriend danced into the kitchen singing a made up song consisting of only my name, over and over. When he saw me, he turned red and said "Oh, you're still here". Sneaking a peak in the daily routine of someone who really loves me GMH. Haha I think hope makes the blog less emo (if it even was in the first place).

You have broken me all the way down , down upon my knees; And you have broken me all the way down , you'll be the last you'll see;

Brain needs to stop switching off while doing work, and working into overdrive when it's suppossed to sleep. Damn. I spend an hour every night trying to fall asleep? And I'm suppossed to be tired.

There are many traits in my parents that I don't necessarily like. Their ways of handling things, I don't necessarily agree with. What they say, what they do, I don't necessarily praise. But all these things I don't like, I recognise them in myself from time to time, and it's rather detesting sometimes because I tell myself I should change, but I don't.

Hee, ok so I think its quite lame. But since I already did it, here it is ((:. A few things you should know: It's probably not worth anything, but if, like u know, I get sued for some reason that I know and I will not be writing so that I don't get found, it's going to be worth alot. The opportunity cost of doing this is doing work you know ! Hah. So if I fail CTs... Heh. Joking. Don't go on a guilt trip. I swear my ears are going to bleed if I listen to Sam Tsui again. But the Lady Gaga clip was worth it ^^ I'm not sure how this blogger thing works though. Full screen may be blur ? D: Check out Lawis' present: (See the full size images k haha )

I know I should be sleeping earlier. But recently, I've been liking the late nights, when I reserve that time for things I enjoy doing. Talking to friends, watching videos, listening to songs, browsi ng through pictures. It's doing these things without feeling any guilt, without feeling like I should spending the time on doing 'productive' work, that keep me up awake, even though I can feel my ba ck muscles aching, even though I know that I won't be able to wake up the next morning. Sometimes I hate blogger. Normal and Large just don't do it for font sizes. Normal is too small, and Large is too big. Where's the in between?

The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you; Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere ; - Vanilla Twilight, Owl City It's kind of really nice to be listening to the Vanilla Twilight lyrics late at night with no other sound. Just the clear voice singing the sweet lyrics.

Mama Mia. I think she's super prettyyyyyae.

"We are Iraqis. Our dignity is more important than our lives." - A young man in Fallujah, Defeat I think its just rather poignant. Speaks volumes about how they feel all the shenanigans going on in their country.

Nothing much to say. Talking and laughing with friends' the best stilllzz.

You know I saved a draft on thanking people for remembering my birthday but it stayed as a draft because I forgot about it D: Not that anybody will read this, but I really love all you guys hee hee. This is so lateee. Like 1 month late almost. Someone's birthday is coming soooon ehhh HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. You know who you are. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I dont understand why blogger doesn't have a nice pink default. I'm lazy to look for nice pink colours HTML tag / code / wtv its calle

I stupidly went for a barbeque on Sunday night and murdered my throat. It's body probably got thrown into the Sahara desert and now its ghost is coming back to haunt me. ): The lonzenges isn't really doing much and water is just giving me water burps now. Ha. I am stupid. But then, I guess I would have regretted not going in any case. So I will suffer my throat in silence now. I swear when I recover, I will shove fried food down my throat. An aunt and a grandaunt of mine told me that they've never seen my mom angry before. They asked me if I've ever seen her angry. I've seen my mom angry, and beyond angry. It just hit me that, more than spouses or anything, children have probably seen their parents at their worst and best. I sure have. My mom has no temper? Really? I once thought she and my dad had the worst temper ever. And it's not just because they're the ones I always anger. There are so many incidents in my memory that made me just want to hate my pare

Muscle ache, headache, sore throat, fever (maybe). I just want to sleeeep. I've slept the whole day away. And I think if I sleep more, tomorrow morning, my muscles won't even be able to moveee D: I don't want to be siiiiick. I'm hardly even sick. Maybe I'll recover after a good night's sleeeep. Kept waking up last night D: Sigh.

Hee hee. This is what I do when I'm bored. Bored of the books and notes. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at photoshoping. So oh wells, the photos will get a dosage of my lameness . Don't think my title is grammatically (neither am I sure if this is spelt correctly) correct. My chinese has gone down the drain, not that it was any good in the first place. JC just seems to kill any semblance of a good grasp of chinese. :/

I would like to have a photoblog some day. But I guess my lack of photography skills and 0 observance impedes my ability to take nice photos heh. But I'll LEARN one day (: I really respect those people who can take photos of so many interesting. It's like they find interesting stuff in the boring things. Then I think of my daily life which revolves around home, school, lot 1, mrt station, and I feel like everything's so mundane over and over again. Maybe it all comes down to perspectives. There's nothing interesting in my life now. Sad.

Israel attacked the Turkish-backed aid ship sending supplies to the Gaza strip, and worldwide condemnation follows. Raiding the ship, killing of the Turkish activists, holding others in detention, shouldn't be condoned. But watching the worldwide condemnation, protests by activists, is a little chilling. It seems that so many of these protests are against Israel as a state, especially by those countries that view Israel as little but a rogue state, that should rightfully belong to them. To just simply denounce the nation because of the navy attack somehow seems scary. I think, I can't process my thoughts very well :/

Life's pretty much been school homework tests homework school, and abit of Glee and Flashforward in between. It's quite sucky to follow a show for 18 episodes, then find out its going to be cancelled, with another 4 more episodes to wrap up the whole series and you know that they're never going to be able to resolve everything :S The last few weeks of term 2 has been tiring, and sometimes I don't know why either. It's not like I'm doing much. Must be all the bitching and gossiping I've been doing :/ Wonderrr when I became so irritated by every little small thing and not liking 50% of my class and alot other people. I used to be so much more 'I like everyone'. Oh wells, I shall come to accept the old bitchy cynical fat me. Then again, it's probably because of all the self-centered, selfish people in class, who drive me nuts everyday. Thank god for my friends then (: Harmoc concert last last week! Quite fun, barring the MRT screw ups, my lost jacke

Happy Birthday to me yay. Life's pretty crappy when you spend your whole birthday in the library doing some math topic you totally do not understand. But hey, I'm not complaining, cos life's still pretty good (:

This has been one of those really bad weeks when I'm completely exhausted from not doing anything. And now I have a headache after jogging. Dammit. Hope I'm not falling sick. The routine of life is getting boring-er and boring-er. Pull myself out of bed at 6 everyday. Sleep in the car. Feel dead when I reach school. Go through the motions of school. Go home. Jog. Homework. Sleep late. Then it all happens again. Oh wells. Only wished school started later. The lack of sleep is killing all of us. I really respect those who can wake up early everyday automatically. Eli! Stay happy yea ! Friends > Guys. ((:

My dream house will have 2 swings. One of those huge ones where I can laze around and read my book and one of those small little ones with a rubber seat to leisurely swing and look out at the sky. It's amazing how momentary emotions can be so strong. It's like there's no other factor holding you back. In that moment, elation can cause you to tear with joy, anger can cause you to punch someone, sadness can cause you to break down like a little baby. Guess there's nothing that's as truthful as that wave of emotions that crash into you momentarily.

Heh so I've let my blog rot for quite awhile. Been telling myself that I have to do SATs over everything else for this whole week, but I always round up lazing around, lying on my bed, watching the tv, eating. Anything but doing work. God help take away my procrastination D: It's always annoying when I reach home from school, wet from the rain, and I naturally decide I can't go jogging. But magically after I bathe and settle down, half an hour later, the skies are bright blue, the sun is shining like nobody's business and the floor is dry. The powers to be just want me to sit on my ass in front of the computer and grow fat fat fat, so that I become a 100 kg lady with fats squashing my innards, crushing my lungs and dilating my heart. I don't like teachers who seem to love to impose their own ideas on others, and think that they're always right. Sure they have a wealth of experience more than us, more knowledge then us, but it doesn't mean that they know ever

It's pretty darn scary when you realise the songs you've been listening to, find so familiar, feel as if it was the no.1 hit yesterday, use as the soundtracks to particular parts of life, was released a decade ago. Time passes too quickly, we hardly savour the nuggets of loveliness surrounding us. Die Randy die. Die Kara die. Die Ellen die. Die Simon die. Tim, you have a cute shining white smile :D

I'm really beginning to get turned off by GP. There are so many parallels with Literature in the questions, the emphasis they place on inference, on tone and attitudes and literary devices, but there isn't any similarities when it comes down to answering the questions. It's almost like, they expect a standard answer, from a very non-standardised kind of questions, the kind of questions that ask how you feel, how you think, how you understand something. And I just don't think that a reasonable answer can be marked wrong, just because the setter wishes to emphasis on something else? It's ridiculous. Makes me miss the times in Lit, when we actually saw through a unique, different answer by using evidence to support it. Nothing was deemed as "No, you're wrong". I think the way GP is going, it's going to suck the brains out of us. They just don't want to accept our views. So, I wanted to do more photoshopping and go through some funky tutorial on fo

It's been almost 5 months since the trip to Cambodia, but, it doesn't nearly feel as long as that. It's probably cheesy to say that it's changed me for life, but I think that it has. Everytime I receive an email related to the orphange in Cambodia, I tend to reminisce about the whole experience there. It's almost awesomely weird that I can get so attached to people I've talked to, spent time with for only a few days. I guess, there's a sense of genuiness in what they say. No lies, no cover-ups. Getting through the initial awkwardness of shyness, of inhibition, makes it all the more fulfilling maybe. That Vimol and Sok Heng treated me as a friend, talked to me as friend to friend despite being strangers at the start of the day and despite the relative language barriers warms my heart. That Titu and Narin help out in every way that they can with all the smiles and laughter, makes me feel like I should be cheerful and happy 24/7. But I guess, realising that

BSBS D, my grades are bullshit. I need to work harder, smarter, more efficiently. It's veeery bad thinking of how to break it to my parents. :/ Finally starting to jog again is awesome. It's amazing how before jogging you can feel just washed out and tired, but after jogging, a refreshing feel overwhelms you (: Exercising is good. At the very least I dont' feel fats hanging from my calves so much. Going through all those stunning wallpapers on the internet, photoshop tutorials, my old photoshop files, I think made me want to pick up photoshop again. But I guess the progress I make in photoshop is hampered by my lack of creativity and artistic skills. The creativity of those artists who can create creepily cool and breathtaking images from nothing should be revered. It's like their brain ticks in a different way. I don't think I can ever visualise some concept in my head and then translate it to paper. Guess it speaks volumes of how much I think. It's not very co

I just realised the reality of informing parents that I, their dear daughter, has failed Chem twice in a row. 43%. And that isn't a pretty picture. Its a son-of-a-bitch of a reality. It's always at this point of time wherein I panic, and regret not studying harder, though I can't quite change anything already. That panic should probably kick in 1 month before the exams where I actually can do something. Pity my reaction system is a tad delayed. And I don't seem to have conditioned to the idea of: Panic way before exam > Study > Do relatively ok > Happily ever after. It's probably also not good that I don't think critically enough. Observing and thinking should be natural. Just not coming to me. So there was a talk on how to write personal statements. So people get coached on how to write personal statements. Any random person's personal statement can be transformed from a bland boring one into a pretty, inspiring, lovely, memorable, unique one with

Having no idea why I'm so happy ((: I was bouncing all over my house and I think I'm smiling while typing at my laptop (((: I think, having slept almost 8 hours helped (sorry I was late tingtong macadangdang !! ). Watching Tim Urban stunning Kara with his perfect answer after she insulted his intelligence with all the snobbish air she has made me damn shuang. There should be a petition 'Kill Kara'. Hee Hee. So I wasted 8.50 on Clash of the Titans today. Just as well that we didn't watch it in 3d. Everything other than the battles was bad. Parts of it were old fashioned and tacky. What's up with Io gazing at Perseus longingly every single time she appears in the movie ?! Doesn't help that she's probably a few centuries older than him and their love was borne out of her watching him grow up. Incestous much. & Zeus brought her back to life over Perseus' adoptive family. REALLY? I'd guess two decades of bonding, of life on the seas, of love would

"Your death's like the sun: You can't look straight at it for longer than a second or two. The looming-up momentarily annihilates everything else, then lets it all back in." - Glen Duncan, The Bloodstone Papers. It's terrible that I keep sleeping in the canteen every morning. But that extra 1 hour or so of sleep is very very satisfying, though it does rob me of the time to talk to friends or try to catch up on abit of tutorial or read my book. The early morning RJ canteen is pretty interesting though. There's a calm quietness about it amidst the bustle of the stallholders getting ready for the day. One or two Indian workers will play their music sometimes. And just watching sleepy bleary-eyed people walking through the canteen can fill up my time. Event of the day: Elizabeth, Tingfang and Michelle are walking up the stairs. Zewei is one flight of stairs below them. He calls Michelle. Three of them look down, laugh then runs off, because nobody wants to talk t

So CTs were a trainwreck. Nothing's new these days. Just glad it's over. Finally calling my grandma today made me a sad sad girl. I felt like such an inadequate person talking to her, listening to her about her life. I don't feel good about myself when I ask how much time I have spent with her, made the effort to call her when I'm rattling off on MSN with people I see everybody. Filial piety is so much more than just loving someone, but doing something for them. And it really scares me when she talks about death, that it seems like she lost a will for something. Becoming her listening ear for that short while even, I see so many underlying feelings in my family that I've never seen, never felt, never heard. Guess I'm just oblivious to everything sometimes huh. Makes me think, how people with the excess capacity can live so comfortably while others struggle with everyday minute tasks. It struck me so hard, my grandma's despondency mired in all her rantings at

Michelle is about to start jogging and the rain starts coming, she decides to not go ahead with exercising and starts walking home. But when she reaches home, the rain drops stop falling. Michelle HATES THAT. Stupid goddamned weather. Won't the brilliant yellow yolk of the sky banish the dark clouds away D: Currently I feel like a piece of unfit lard. I need to start exercising.

It's times like this that the inadequacies of my intellectual capacity is highlighted isn't it. GP essay was a trainwreck. "Going green is a luxury that only developed countries can afford". Discuss. So, my failure to evaluate the idea that being environmentally conscious is not a luxury, but rather a necessity in progressing in today's world, coupled with my inability to articulate my argument in a balanced and not-so-extreme way would probably be rewarded with more failure in terms of marks. Vicious cycle is this not. Won't life be so much easier if all I had to do was to be repulsed at Kara Dioguardi pouting at and velcrose-ing herself to Simon Cowell.

Give me my convoluted, run-of-the-mill plots of novelists over the words of opinionated expository authors (who probably don't give a damn about their counter-arguments ) any day.