Misconstrued

It's funny how long elation can last. I wrote this yesterday, after the event that made me happiest in a while which faded within moments of arrival back here. However, every time I look back upon the effort it took for our darling juniors to make us happy, and in particular the surprise they gave me, which made me so happy I almost cried.... It hurts my heart, in a good way. I do wish they've been given more gratitude because I don't think it would be enough unless I've thrown a surprise party to each and every one involved in the event.

It's enough that I know what I'm talking about lol. Anyways, here's to misconstruing life.

Misconstrued

Every moment of life

The most elated, particularly

Flies to naught but recession

Ticking times and chiming bells

Laughter, smiles, grins, they all

Fade

To black

An abyss of disappointment

All the hues of yellow bright and blue sky

In the end, to be marred,

That is how it’s willed.

Long before a moment is decided

Know that it will end

Too soon, much,

Too large, too epic

Slipped by the hands of time and

Memories

Come dark worries

Replace.

Bright turquoise green pink brown of chocolate white of pearly smiles

Come and go

Share and prepare

To be rescinded; more winded;

Life’s nothing hindered

Everything goes on

Transforms

Then something that wasn’t

Is

The moment to be faced.

Swallow it in.

Wallow in it.

In addition, I'd like to thank a very special someone for giving me an arse-lift out of my almost consistent predicament just recently. I appreciate every syllable and encouraging hug, and you should know that, woman ^^

Warble Warble.

I am...
Tired. And bushed
SO much that I can't bother
to put myself to bed and wished
I'd done more than just shower.

I've got three assignments
to complete by Thursday but
I think I'll pass; arrangements
will be made once I'm in a rut.

Looking up and staring down
Got a smile in my perpetual frown...

I'll give you a stare and say 'Who cares?'
When you feed me bull 'bout slacking off;
In truth, I do... Shot many glares
at myself while I scoff...

At myself.


That made the last line rhyme.
I hate it when i force-rhyme;
Free-styling is my strength...
When I'm inspired.
And right now I'm in dire
need of inspiration and
motivation.

None of the talks tonight inspired
or motivated me, for that matter.
I feel sorry and all
but they've got to know when bed calls,
no fancy talk beats idle chatter
and whines about how tired we are, and
how thirsty and hungry we are, and
the amount of eye-rolling,
and all the sighing,
will eventually amplify to be louder.
So don't sound us off for getting madder.

That's my recap of the day which
would make sense to naught but me.
I thanks myself for the structure
my tired mind imposed on me.

Me. Me. Mememe.

I start almost every post with 'I'. I feel like an overly-selfish woman. I should always find ways NOT to start a sentence with I, because it's proven to be a blinking neon sign that points to a person's selfish mannerism.

More research is required.
And I'm already too damn tired.

10 Things I Want To Do But Can't Until I Graduate

10. Brag about having been through university

9. Travel across Europe

8. Join World of Warcraft

7. Burn all my Physics and Maths notes (textbooks are too expensive in the first place)

6. Spend every day of a week in a different theme park (by that time we'd hopefully have enough)

5. Roadtrip, with a short air travel period for the two Borneo states, throughout the country - where I ACTUALLY drive for at least a quarter of the journey

4. Treat the whole family in a relatively expensive place

3. Become a fully-qualified doctor

2. Give a part of my salary to my parents even though they probably won't need it!

1. Cry over an achievement that had seemed impossible

Wutta Weak Week

... No, I am not making funny birdlike sounds. That's the description of my academic *cough* week.

A flu+cough+fever+red tide combo all bunched in one and whaddya get? A WEAKWEEK!

But seriously, that's not all that made me weak. I've noticed that as I get sicker, my mind refuses to process more than a bite of cheese at a time. Thus, I am compelled to stick to delicacies less flavorful and aromatic; more... well, more nothing really. More bland, probably. Which totally explains why I've been going on YouTube and watching sxephil and jamesatwar?

Not likely.

But it does motivate me to get work done later on (case in point: I'm through with my MATHEMATICS assignment! Now I only have to do a ton of physics and some sketchbooks of Bio Lab sketches and I'm doooone!). That's always good, though right now, I really should be focused on studying my ass off for the finals. Which would determine... well, practically everything. And I think I'd hate for the people I love the most to be disappointed- and the list doesn't actually happen to include me by a long shot.

When you really want something you strive and work at it until you get it, right?
Which is why I'm thinking of not going on my computer at least every other day. As airheaded as that sounds (I mean, c'mon, a LOT of people here don't use computers except for Computer classes and on weekends to check the ever-so-unfathomable friendster hype!), it's a huge leap for Lavkind. Because Lav does NOT desert her laptop ever since she got him. Yes, him: My sleek, dark and handsome HP, non-wizard version.

Off of my beautiful laptop, I think I had a very interesting day/week. Had the craziest session of Physics Lab, which is saying something since I'm already grouped with two very not-so-sane-yet-awesome girls in the lab anyways; gravity's not the only thing we get down to on those crazy days...
Today I had the pleasure of meeting a couple of, shall I say, opinionated guys, with whom I've had the opportunity to discuss and digress a lot of issues with. It's lovely to have such a refreshing talk about so many sensitive matters with strange men without getting bombarded by puerile retorts every few minutes. And they were actually funny. Of course, I ended up in a coughing fit, leading me to ponder, again, if I had talked the right schtick. (I don't say shit. Oops. *eyeroll*)

So the every-other-day 'Laptop Act' will start after the supposed highlight of next week, which would hopefully kick-start a brand new energetic weak- week, sorry- in its place.

And then I get the ultimate treat: to go HOME <3

15 Minutes...

...to a quiz and I'm blogging. God help me.

I realize that I need to write more insightful items in here but writing is not something I persist in doing nowadays, due to many reasons, most of which I find intolerable. Like how I think I should stop trying to write quality stuff as often as I did back in high school because I believe it would deviate me from my current goal. But how does such a pleasurable pastime, which has become part of me throughout my life, affect a lifetime ambition? I mean, it's totally possible for them to intermingle and not affect each other in a bad way right? And why the heck am I using loose terms like 'a bad way' when there are so many other words that sound and describe how I'm feeling a whole lot better?

It's raining very heavily. The cool air grabs my attention from the current crisis at hand (QUIZ) and chucks it onto more fickle matters (BED+SLEEP).

I needa go. Possible update later.

The Discovery of Spoonerism Got Me Nowhere...

I've been told (and telling myself) that I have a very, very short attention span.

Do I really?

Before I go there, let me just say that this may well be -

No. Let's not get all angsty and sixteen right now. Though I loved being sixteen, and the angst that came with it, and the-

Argh. And while typing this I proved my point.

Forget what actually causes the red tide; be it dinoflagellate or red algae blooms, it causes severe irritation inside womankind and, possibly, the ones around them. You don't need to jump in to know how the wrath of the little microscopic beings would affect your body. Itching? Possible death due to intoxication? Can red tides actually intoxicate?

Oh, yes! Thinking of dead fishes, that reminds me...

THIS little bugger:

shares my attention span~!

I love you Mr Goldfish <3

And now to tidy up on my assignment. Ew.

Oh. As a random P.S, this WAS a random update so my blog won't appear too outdated lol.

And I cherish the coming of Fab February for a LOT of reasons, the main one being I'm one month closer to coming home! Yatta~!

Of Chamber Pots and Strip-Cut Doughs

I will now forever crave the wonderful homemade lasagna that has been served to me by my bestie's mother. Ounces of cheese topping a masterpiece of layers of pasta sheets flooded in delectable meat and tomato sauce, steaming hot from the oven, adept for a toothsome lasagna experience unparalleled to any I've ever had thus far.

Was it, perhaps, the amount of cheese scattered so excitedly, by so many hands? Was it the perfect combination of hot pasta and sauce which melted so willingly in one's mouth? That will remain a mystery of what is, undoubtedly, the closest encounter one would have to an authentic Italian dining experience.

Looking back upon it, I'm becoming quite the Italian food connoisseur.