Post-Exam Withdrawal Symptoms
The title says it all.
(Actually I'm lying. I still have my Mep practical next week.)
(Oh, and do not even think about reminding me about o levels.)
One can't help but feel rather odd, peculiar perhaps, when one returns home, with no schedule planned out for the rest of the day, no textbooks to devour, no tys to crumple.
But I definitely do not miss the sick feeling in one's gut which seems to beckon your stomach to heave and hurl at will.
So, to relieve boredom, I have done what most people have already accomplished before prelims, which is to compile a list of things I want to do after the exam.
i do everything last minute. :)
1. Embrace Eclipse. Everytime I gaze at that swirly black design with the sleek smooth ribbon, I feel the urge to just reach out and caress it lovingly, just stopping short of kissing it. Even now, it's reclining languidly on my table, and the temptation to just walk over and claim it's secrets as my own is simply... irresistable.
Falling for books and children, maybe that's why I think I will never get married.
2. Revive my love for music, which seems to have been killed by Haydn and Glass. I should, because practical is in less than a week. Throughout these months, whereas Reverie was such a delight to coax out, I cursed Bach with every flat I missed in my Prelude and Fugue, every black key my not-so-nimble fingers slipped on. I doubt he minded my cursing; Hearing me mutilate and butcher a set of his Well-Tempered Clavier must have sent him tossing and turning in his grave.
So that's two composers I've sent rolling in the grave already.
3. Pack my room. For those who are still under the mistaken assumption that I'm a good diligent girl who makes her bed everyday, I am sorry to say that you have been deluded all this while. i happen to be the kind of girl who reads books and leaves them a trail behind her, like Hansel and Gretal. I take out clothes from my cupboard just to reach a shirt deep inside, and leave them lying on the bed like a fashion array. Currently now, my room looks like a perpetual disaster zone, what with hurricanes and tornadoes whipping in at every other minute.
Actually, I think I'm lying about this point.
Hm.. that's only three points.
I have no life indeed.
hahaa. Poor me.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Post-Exam Withdrawal Symptoms
The title says it all.
(Actually I'm lying. I still have my Mep practical next week.)
(Oh, and do not even think about reminding me about o levels.)
One can't help but feel rather odd, peculiar perhaps, when one returns home, with no schedule planned out for the rest of the day, no textbooks to devour, no tys to crumple.
But I definitely do not miss the sick feeling in one's gut which seems to beckon your stomach to heave and hurl at will.
So, to relieve boredom, I have done what most people have already accomplished before prelims, which is to compile a list of things I want to do after the exam.
i do everything last minute. :)
1. Embrace Eclipse. Everytime I gaze at that swirly black design with the sleek smooth ribbon, I feel the urge to just reach out and caress it lovingly, just stopping short of kissing it. Even now, it's reclining languidly on my table, and the temptation to just walk over and claim it's secrets as my own is simply... irresistable.
Falling for books and children, maybe that's why I think I will never get married.
2. Revive my love for music, which seems to have been killed by Haydn and Glass. I should, because practical is in less than a week. Throughout these months, whereas Reverie was such a delight to coax out, I cursed Bach with every flat I missed in my Prelude and Fugue, every black key my not-so-nimble fingers slipped on. I doubt he minded my cursing; Hearing me mutilate and butcher a set of his Well-Tempered Clavier must have sent him tossing and turning in his grave.
So that's two composers I've sent rolling in the grave already.
3. Pack my room. For those who are still under the mistaken assumption that I'm a good diligent girl who makes her bed everyday, I am sorry to say that you have been deluded all this while. i happen to be the kind of girl who reads books and leaves them a trail behind her, like Hansel and Gretal. I take out clothes from my cupboard just to reach a shirt deep inside, and leave them lying on the bed like a fashion array. Currently now, my room looks like a perpetual disaster zone, what with hurricanes and tornadoes whipping in at every other minute.
Actually, I think I'm lying about this point.
Hm.. that's only three points.
I have no life indeed.
hahaa. Poor me.