the sound of thunder is just beautiful and adds on to the powerful music of mae from my speakers. the sight of rain coming down on what laundry is still out in the garden, while saddening still sends out this semi-poetic feel to it... sigh. the bitter sweet beauty and art of life. gotta appreciate while its still here...
didnt go to bakthi class today. second week in a row..
today i decided to use cotton string to re-tie my ohm. its been about time. been more than a month i think since the chain snapped. need to be more proactive.
cleaned my room half way and left it that way. cause there is waay too much junk there that doesnt wuite belong anywhere.
ill be working on my KI essay on 'time' soon. ill give myself three hours to finish it. the way it should be done.
bro's back from cambodia. im kinda like intrigued by cambodia for some reason. the reason why i chose it for my mock UN. an excuse to get to research a little bit more on the country in the name od 'school work'.
finished the penultimate peril. book the 12th. wow. so cool. the flow of the string and its unravelling. the maturance of characters and the settling of the smoke. really building to the climax. excellently played up. daniel handler's our century's answer to lewis carrol in terms of someone playing with literary terms and phrases..
During debates yesterday:
"A principle LOC is an idea right... so like no matter what happens to the examples and all that..."
"Ideas never die."
hahaha. he was quoting v for vendetta. i just found it hillarious.
had pizza today for lunch. second meal in a row with pizza. oh well.
i have history homeowork due tomorrow too. not sure how im gonna handle that. with alot of faith and hope. haha.
while clearing my room i came upon this diary of mine i kept to 2001. and in that diray i would write down the moon status. like full moon or no moon or crescent or whatever. hmms. apparently my obsession with the moon and on keeping journals stems from way back.way waay back.
my playlist is playing 'heal the world'. weird. i dont remember ever asking anyone for that song... =s... veery weird.
to contact my 4e1 mates and arrange a day where we all go down together to get our certs/yearbooks and take pictures with our teachers. cause i realise i really want a picture with all of them. before they grow old and die. this feeling came when i was talking to miss teng, miss teo, mr tan, and mr gill. and i realised, these were the guys that moulded me. so before i forget... a picture is needed..
pictures are printed memories.
and now before i end this entry let me relive this experience of early morning car ride to the MRT. before i forget. or die.
It was a normal morning amma was driving me to school. and i dunno why but soemthing felt uncomfortable about things. so i rolled down the window. and i felt the air gush out. and i coudl hear the birds in the morning chirping. and things felt so much more real for that moment. and i was no longer protected. and everything felt refreshingly soothing. all i had to do was roll the windows down. inspired.
its 430. should finish KI by 730. im off.
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