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Showing posts with label study. Show all posts
Showing posts with label study. Show all posts

9.9.09


why do i keep falling back to you
you're a holy ghost, my mother told me all about you


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exams exams exams exams exams exams

4.6.09

someone's always someone elses one


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drawing mushrooms. my mother says i'm screwing things up, conversations consist of being told just how much i'm going to be shit at life. but i think that sometimes the results of things i do are nice. there's a pattern in my life, repeating itself everyday. i always know about the things trying to be kept from me, and i don't even try to. i'd rather not know. i'd rather people didn't refer to me as an animal and i would rather not receive subtle hints in study period. i would rather devote free time to a little careless dancing, but the housework is more important. i want to ignore the complications, i want to live surrounded by all things green. i would like to develop a liking to mushrooms, but i've found myself too stubborn, too lazy to try.

6.11.08

sunshine, springtime, take me away...

Exams have commenced.
And although exam block ends on Monday, exams continue beyond that, so I have a lot of study ahead of me. But I'm sure I'll survive, my lucky pen will get me through it.


Me and this pen, we will go far.

I learnt something about myself today.

For those of you who have read the series of unfortunate events, of which the Baudelaire orphans suffered far too long - this will sound oddly familiar to you.

I really cannot concentrate with my hair down. It tickles my neck and rubs in my eyes, its like i am over sensitised to every whisp of hair and they're all trying to play hide and seek in my ears and the hollow of my neck, trying to blend in with my eyelashes.

So I have to snatch them all up and gather them together in a tight knot at the top of my head. Everything seems so my better this way, I can see everything so much more clearly.

Perhaps I should rename myself Violet.
Oh, if only I were as intelligent as she.

5.11.08

a yummy failure

This afternoon, to ease the boredome of study that has overcome me the past few days, i ventured into the kitchen in order to prepare something yummy for someone i love =]
White Choc Chip, Macadamia Shortbread.
Flour + Rice Flour + Sugar
+ Butter
+ Macadamias
+ White Chocolate Chips
& bake for 45 minutes.
Some of them turned out lovely.
However, some of them couldn't manage to hold themselves together, and became cookie crumbles =[
Either way, they are choccas' full of love :)

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