thoughtshowerings

I think I am suffering from a severe case of Bioritis. The last two days were simply saturated with BIOLOGY. I suspect my brain is gonna burst like some juicy tomato from all that Biology goodness. This afternoon my brain began to wonder off, having the weirdest fantasy (too juicy to be blogged) and made me re-read simple sentences more than 4 times to figure out what it was trying to say. In my opinion, the grades for bio has gone with the wind, not just gone, but gone-till-it-wont-come-back kind of gone. I can only pray (to whom I often wonder) that all these nightmares end promptly, like extinguishing the flame from the candle. And then I'll be free! Oh my. The idea of freedom has never been so appealing before. Makes me feel like doing a jiggle hollering "OOO LALA!" while clapping my hands and snapping my fingers. Never has the value of that word mean so much to me. Now I can exactly feel the way slaves felt all the way back during the 18th (?) century. The longing fo...

"Ohhhh... I... I can see it!" A black spotted moth flutters rhythmically as though it had earphones plugged on. It makes its way towards the circular yellow fluorescent lighting attached to the ceiling, its paint works, peeling with age. It bobs up and down in mid air, like doing an exotic Spanish dance, it was determined to head towards the light source. "Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize!" It muttered to itself as it began to huff heavily, fearing that it may never reach its destination. It could feel its muscles straining themselves to keep up with its desire. Its body close to the verge of giving up. "I'm reaching! I can see two of it!" Tears had blurred its vision as it was within a hair breadth's that it could finally land on its destination. Who knows how many nights the moth had devoted to dreaming of reaching that circular yellow utopia, after hearing countless stories told by returning moths. Then, the inevitable happen. Its body, unab...

Sigh. Its already the second week of the holidays. And the worst part is, its ending. I'm super behind my schedule for revision. I cannot imagine how I am ever going to make it in time for mid years. The fact is, I am terribly afraid that I'll disappoint not only myself, but everyone around me. I mean, come on, I do not want to lie to myself, I am not very intelligent to begin with, as much as I want to believe I am. I cant memorise things at the first glance and cant handle higher order questions without needing much aid. And to add to that, I keep going out! And that, is really precious time wasted meant for studying. I am having second reservations about the outing next friday. I do no expect myself to be going. But I do not know how to confront my friends. " Hey, sorry dudes, I needa mug" ? Is that how? And I do not feel like lying by saying that I'm not feeling well or that I have family matters. It somehow feels mighty uncomfortable, sort of like tightness a...

This is my first post in one year? Felt like blogging again! Its been quite some time since I blogged. Gave up last year because I felt that blogging didnt really help a lot in my everyday life. But recently, the need for this online frustration came back, bugging me. Right now, I needa head back into revision! =)

ello! =)