the hourglass that wore its way,
the bell that could not play
quite simply then as it were,
everything was naught,
i was the poet who forgot.
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the sun, the sand & the sea.
politikal analyst.
digs rock, raves, elektronik danze musik & fun reads.
struggling poet.
some people drink themselves to oblivion, i choose to write. email
trying t drum up an eon of motivation t do my sociology assignment but -zilch-.
how everyone's (well mostly) studying (well i assume they are) and i'm not.
week 6 of school term is dawning upon us and i feel slack.
yet, i feel angsty.
this neverending cycle of competitiveness and undue pressure on students to perform,
something that can and may only be found in sunny ol' singapore.
suddenly going overseas seems so appealing..
and yet, that may deemed as a form of escape from reality.
if others could do it, why can't i?
always apply to oneself seemingly impossible situations that others have overcome, and you realise that your problems seem so miniscule.
alcohol seems like such a temporal escape that it has lost all its meaning.
once high, the after-effects are shit. and unworthy of having gotten drunk in the first place. but apparently good alcohol doesn't give you hangovers, well i can only conclude i haven't gotten really good alcohol EVER.
two guys and one girl. well, i'll just sit on the fence. but from an outsider's point of view, all's fair in love and war. may the best man win. from a friend's point of view, i just hope all get minimally scathed and may this end soon with all relationships un-severed.
how the price of a few puffs suddenly weighed so heavily upon me. a lesson learnt, the hardest, hardest way.
220387.
the sun, the sand & the sea.
politikal analyst.
digs rock, raves, elektronik danze musik & fun reads.
struggling poet.
some people drink themselves to oblivion, i choose to write. email
9/16/2006 03:56:00 pm, Saturday, September 16, 2006
a rainy dreary saturday afternoon and im staring at my lappie screen,trying t drum up an eon of motivation t do my sociology assignment but -zilch-.
how everyone's (well mostly) studying (well i assume they are) and i'm not.
week 6 of school term is dawning upon us and i feel slack.
yet, i feel angsty.
this neverending cycle of competitiveness and undue pressure on students to perform,
something that can and may only be found in sunny ol' singapore.
suddenly going overseas seems so appealing..
and yet, that may deemed as a form of escape from reality.
if others could do it, why can't i?
always apply to oneself seemingly impossible situations that others have overcome, and you realise that your problems seem so miniscule.
alcohol seems like such a temporal escape that it has lost all its meaning.
once high, the after-effects are shit. and unworthy of having gotten drunk in the first place. but apparently good alcohol doesn't give you hangovers, well i can only conclude i haven't gotten really good alcohol EVER.
two guys and one girl. well, i'll just sit on the fence. but from an outsider's point of view, all's fair in love and war. may the best man win. from a friend's point of view, i just hope all get minimally scathed and may this end soon with all relationships un-severed.
how the price of a few puffs suddenly weighed so heavily upon me. a lesson learnt, the hardest, hardest way.
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