2008-03-02
An African or a European swallow?
My hand is dying from copious note-taking sessions while mugging for Lit and History. Especially History. So I have decided to take a break from inching myself towards carpal tunnel syndrome by engaging in a less strenuous activity, hence this update. Yeah lah, as if typing also won't give me carpal tunnel syndrome right. I'd come up with an excuse to counterargue that, except my brain is so saturated with Duchess annotations and Global Economy notes that it really can't bring itself to generate excuses at the moment...
You know how some people can have such profound, serious, intellectual, philosophical, introspective blog entries? How do you do it?
Now for some gravity.
How do you sustain all that seriousness over the duration of typing up your entry? How do you phrase your entries so poignantly and poetically that reading them makes me feel like giving you the Pulitzer Prize? I can never write serious stuff. Fact of life, I will NEVER be able to write such serious stuff, and ok, essays for school don't count. Then there's the other type of "serious stuff" which is basically the kind of emo poetry I so often encounter in coughCreativeWritingCirclecough. Wah eh, you guys ah...
Behold! Sylvia Plath - patron saint of suicidal teenage girls all over the world.
I walked in to find a round robin circulating, I can't quite remember what it was about - something about sleeping alone in a classroom and some other emo things. Gosh, you are some of the most depressing bunch of people ever, happy happy cannot ah! So I took the paper and started adding a whole paragraph to it, which I guess effectively destroyed the entire emo atmosphere of the story because of my rapier wit and sarcasm, haha. I think Ellie still has that paper, I shall ask her for it and type it out here one day for posterity's sake. How sentimental of me.
I refuse to be coherent because GP paper is over and we didn't even have an essay component anyway so SCREW COHERENCE!
It's really ironic that I feel the closest to you even though you're actually, geographically, the furthest away from me. I'm usually quite taciturn around the ones more conveniently available to me, but with you I feel like I can talk about anything and I want to talk about everything there is to talk about in the world. Because as much as I enjoy taunting you (go and boil your bottoms!) and making life difficult for you (but admit it lah, i make life so much more interesting for you right!), you really do mean a lot to me and I do miss you very much.
WE IS FRIENDS!
Me and You is friends
You smile, I smile...
You hurt, I hurt...
You cry, I cry...
You jump off a Bridge
I gonna miss your Emails.
- Haha thanks, same to you :)
feimao at 12:05 p.m.