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it feels so silly thinking about prom and uk and ucl and king's and york and thinking about accomodations and scholarships when i haven't even passed my prelims yet. everything is half-baked. i've long stopped trying to follow econs. i can't do lit under exam conditions (i freak out black out crack under pressure and basically turn in a paper with thoughts floating everywhere but nothing to connect them.) my physics is laughable. really. and well, maths is... the only shining beacon of light in this abyss. yes. me. a lit student who can do math. (i didn't dare let mr burge know the truth. played along with him when he thought i was flunking math. ... sweet twinkly mr burge. -sigh-) my s papers are downright laughable. and i feel sick and nauseous and want-to-cry half the time. the feeling kinda blindsides you when you're all relaxed, and then you feel that little pull at the base of your stomach and you want to throw up. i haven't started mugging for anything (i don't deny it. i need to mug. i have to. to pass.) and prelims is like, gee, a few weeks away? sharon and xingyi have started combing through tys and it scares me and there goes the little pull and the nausea. i'm just god damn fucking scared. and yet the inertia (ha! physics jargon!) is overwhelming and the distractions and the mental inactivity and les mis playing and playing in my head and refusing to leave and the life i might have known and the dreams and the fantasies and the warped funny thoughts that float around in my head that refuse to leave me alone and i can't get down to study. can'tcan'tcan'tcan'tcan'tcan'twon't.
mindoverbodymindoverbodymindoverbodymindoverbody.
she took the flowers and left at 3:18 PMdO nOT hUNT tHE bUNNIES
because i bizarrely really liked the picture of rukia that i drew, i made a [depressive] blog layout out of it. go me. and
look-- so many
shades of grey! and the font used on the separator is goodbye cruel world. isn't this just a basketful of sunshine.
depressive header title is the title of the instrumental theme that plays in the episode where rukia
leaves karakura for soul society.
kuchiki rukia is from the manga/anime series Bleach and belongs to Kubo Taito, yo. art belongs to meMeME.
cURRENTLY iNGESTING: Ulysses, James Joyce
sQUARE pEG
ai is a struggling and penniless university student alternating her time between humid ol singapore, and freezing |
sweltering* york, england. she has finally hit the big two-oh, and everyday she weeps and beats her breast, and sighs, and
heaves, and cries herself to sleep for the wild and feckless youth she never had. she now spends her time wondering about
authors and readers and texts, and how they all annihilate each other. she's had a pleasant life, the one we've all had,
filled to the brim with the love of absent things. (she also loves alfian sa'at's poetry, in case you hadn't noticed.) if you
think you can make her toes laugh, or if this blog has been your secret guilty pleasure, do feel free to find her at hotmail or yahoo
(*delete in
accordance to season)
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