After browsing through my blog (and checking up on the stats of the past few days), I realised I have not posted anything even relatively substantial since the time I was studying for my exams. I also realised that I did mention somewhere in my previous posts that I would try all ways and means to keep my brain alive.
Therefore, what I am doing (or have not been doing) is obviously not doing what I wanted it to. And thereforefore, I will now study. I will try topping the class next term. I will attempt heights. I will revive my moribund brain.
| so spoken! @ 9:20 PM|
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Sunday, October 28, 2007
-into the dark-
Best MTV I've watched in a long long time.. and I've watched alot of MTVs, trust me.
And to watch this same mtv on a different background, try www.michimichiyay.blogspot.com.
This time tomorrow I'll probably be exhausted, homesick, mucky, but happy. OBS. No internet, no phone, no contact whatsoever with the outside world, for 5 days (even though I'm positive I can find some sort of loophole somehow, somewhere).
This is what brian had to to comment about the mosquitoes where I'll be going;
| so spoken! @ 6:38 PM|
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
-dreams-
I woke up this morning pretty much exhausted.
You would be too, if someone came after you with a ten-inch penknife in your dreams. I spent a good hour running along a nonexistant highway flagging a taxi with him hot on my trail. Don't ask how I lasted so long with my less-than-average muscle build and severe lack of stamina.
It's called a dream for a reason, people.
| so spoken! @ 3:17 PM|
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
-8 facts.-
I have been tagged by someone to list down 8 facts about me. And then I realised that I have recently done something to this effect in the past month or so. Therefore, I spent 10 minutes sifting through last month's archives. Finally giving up, I looked at August. Yes, I did it in August. 10 obscure facts about me. And so to refresh your memory:
1. I play Sims only so I can torture the little people. 2. Obsession: I absolutely have to wash my hair as many times a day as possible. 3. Eating ice-cream after ten makes me veryvery high. 4. Old-fashioned romance is the only way to go. 5. I consider waking up before noon on a non-school day a crime. 6. P6 was the best school year of my life. 7. I want a wedding of white and red, at a beach in Paris. 8. I like white chocolate. 9. I love being high above ground, but I'm afraid of climbing up and down. 10. I have all of Britney Spears' albums.
Therefore. My 8 facts have to be something of a different calibre. Something that most people already know, something that doesn't consist of that much substance. Now hummm.
1. I am scared of overactive cats. 2. I am (pretty much) easy to please. 3. I need my personal space. 4. Waking up before noon on a non-school day is criminal, and it makes me very very cranky. 5. Either I hint way too subtly or the people I hint at are just really stupid. 6. I own two rabbits. 7. I am uninstalling my Corel programme and reinstalling it because it has a problem and won't run on my computer anymore. 8. 10 obscure facts are very much easier to write than 8 commonly-known facts.
| so spoken! @ 8:52 PM|
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Monday, October 15, 2007
-ITSOVER.-
IT'S OVER, IT'S FINALLY OVER.
And I can smell the sweet sweet taste of freedom in the air, in the extended weekend. In the doing-nothing of every hour, every minute. No studying. No sleeping early. No school. There is never enough time to do nothing.
Ahh, nothing can be better.
I can do whatever I want again,without the strain of exams breathing down my neck. Anticipating the results, however, is a whole different story I am not going to go into tonight because its past midnight and I am sleepy.The weight is off my chest and I can now (like I said before) fly.
Yet I feel my brain dying away and nestling down in its little corner again. After going for months without studying, and finally cracking open the spines of my books again, I realise that my brain actually functions rather wonderfully when stretched.
I already miss my brain. Sheesh. I don't believe I'm actually saying this, but yes. I will be doing something to force my brain into action. I can feel the nothing-ness in this post, and I am not-freaking-satisfied.
And now my new resolution is to find a way to keep my brain out of its corner while not fully pulling it out of the shadows either.
There you go, Bernice. You just can't ever be happy with what you already have, can you?
We hoped for the best And let go of the rest ♥
| so spoken! @ 12:12 AM|
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
-homicidal carbon dioxide.-
An actual question and (my) answer to my chemistry test today:
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Describe the extraction process to obtain iron, giving chemical equations when necessary.
Iron is put into the furnace at very high heat. Something then happens to the gas in it and the gas is made homicidal, where it will break down the unwanted substance in the iron ore and leave pure iron untouched, due to its allergy to pure iron. Pure iron will cause the spontaneous combustion of homicidal gases. When the heat of the furnace rises even more, however, this homicidal gas is killed and iron can then be obtained from the furnace. This homicidal gas is actually carbon dioxide, which is liberated when iron is first enters the furnace. Somewhere along these lines there's even a slag.
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I fully deserve every single one of those six marks.
I mean, seriously. I have no idea how iron is extracted, except that carbon dioxide and slags (whatever they are) are somehow involved. I therefore came up with the wonderful idea of coming up with my own version of how irons are extracted. And you gotta admit, it didn't come out so bad, did it?
| so spoken! @ 11:55 AM|
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Tuesday, October 09, 2007
-WHATIF.-
Scenario: I get retained or streamed to normal. Result:
I'll end up outside school in a leather jacket and motorcycle boots (I just always liked how that looked on heroines) with shuriken stars lining my belt and a knife down my boot.
I'll run into school and shuriken a certain someone to death. Then I'll chop his/her head off and and throw it into the pond. Power to the little people!
Thereafter, I'll go look for everyone's report cards and (somehow) bring it upstairs, where I'll climb out the second story to the porch roof and shred it all into tiny pieces and WOOSH. Throw them to the wind.
After which I'll stab myself with the knife and my broken bleeding body will fall just below the school name (in red, no less) and land on the do not step on the grass grass.
Ahh yes, the sweet sweet taste of bitter irony :D
| so spoken! @ 10:22 PM|
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Sunday, October 07, 2007
-OVER [soon]-
I'm so tired of mugging for a subject I'm not interested in, to pass a subject I never wanted to take, so to comprise of my 50%, so I can get a promotion to a class I never wanted any part in, so I can go to a school which isn't at the bottom rung, so I can get a job that (hopefully) doesn't bite as much as this does. Wow. Isn't my life just the bowl of cherries. And you wonder why you don't want to be me.
Therefore, I am taking a break from this depressing predicament, to get back in touch with the world as I know (knew) it. Only to realise that everything's been changing, and everything just has to change so much when everyone is just slightly out of touch, so in the end everyone's lives become so much the more busier, so much more the hectic, because they have to keep up with both their social and academic halves.
One of the only few comforts is that this time next week (or in fact, a mere 5 days down the road), I wouldn't care. I would probably be out, celebrating the sweet sweet taste of freedom in the air and tap-dancing across people's roofs. Okay, not so much of tap-dancing per se, but still. With the weight of this off my chest, I bet I could fly. There you go. I'm betting you a hundred bucks I would be able to fly.
So if it's a mere five days, why do I still feel so stinking rotten? Almost every week the clock's out of control. Sit around for an hour, you've sat around the whole day doing nothing. So why is it when you sit down with your books the minute hand gets jammed around the centre and stops moving altogether?
Ohh, well, isn't the world just oh-so-gorgeously-wonderful? Don't you just love it to bits? In fact, I love society so much I just want to hug it and never let it go (I want to hug it so hard, then drop it over the edge of the cliff over the horizon and into the sea, with an anchor tied so tight to it you can see its nonexistant fats drooping over the chains).
I give up. I can't write a normal post in this state. Somehow or other studying (or society) always makes me this sarcastic freak. And since they're both related - Well! Joy to the world!
| so spoken! @ 8:24 PM|
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Friday, October 05, 2007
-it's back-
My favourite picture in my art supporting studies.
