Trials...

My trials start this Friday. The only thing left to do this late into the game is to review my notes and memorise a few more points and quotes.

I have one request. Everyone, minasan, please, please pray for me. Pray that I will survive two weeks of torture and come out psychologically and physically intact.

Cheers!
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School starts tomorrow

After 1 hour and 18 minutes it is going to be tomorrow, and it will be the official end of my school holiday. I'm sorry, it wasn't a school holiday, but a study leave.

Term 3 is scheduled to begin inauspiciously with an English exam on the last two periods of the day about death and memories. More specifically, it is an examination on our interpretation of Gwen Harwood poems. Advanced English students must develop an understanding of the the textual integrity of these poems, critically analysing and evaluating the language, content and construction in order to illustrate a personal and informed appreciation of the text. I only wish that we could respond with our own version of poetry. It would make studying these texts so much more fun.

I should go to bed now. I'm just posting for the sake of posting, I guess. Nothing really deep and meaningful to write about. Maybe after the trials I'll get my brain to start working again.

Cheers!
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The Boundaries of Time Do Not Keep Me

During the holidays, night blends into the day which blends into night again. Because of a new rule that my daddy imposed on me - don't use the computer in the dark - and because I keep my thick curtains forevermore closed to ward off the outside chill, the boundaries of time are meaningless to me. The computer clock display has been reduced to mere numbers. I sleep when I'm tired and wake up when I've slept enough. It's the ideal life, but quite unhealthy for any student about to start school with an exam on the first day.

Oh. School starts in three days. Really? XD Not to mention the fact that I have an English exam first day back. Time for a major freak out. *Freaks and yells at inanimate objects*

On another note, I'm so excited. School is starting again! No more soul-numbing, mind-sucking, full on studying. I get to see people. Interact with people. Make stupid jokes and laugh at myself with other people. Life will have meaning after all, and all will be good.

Cheers!

N.B. No, I have not been an extreme version of "the secluded nerd". That's just how it feels like.
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An indescribable feeling, cake and footy

It starts at the base of your belly. Sort of ticklish, sort of fluttery. You can't sit still, bouncing off walls like a human ball. You're happy, angry, excited, melancholy, hyperactive and tired. You want to grab someone and just talk. You want to share and still keep secrets. You don't care if mathematical nonsense or plain gibberish comes out of your mouth - you're not even sure why you feel this way. It grows and grows until you feel agitated that someone hasn't come to relieve you of this burdensome wondrousness. It's an indescribable feeling.

Either that or you've just cracked from the stress of the impending trials. My mummy thinks it's the latter. That and a sugar rush from an Oreo mousse desert at 10pm (I really need to stop junking at night).

Talking about sugar rushes, I made cake a few days ago after resurfing from an intense analysis of facts and flotsam. Single layer vanilla sponge cake with butter icing. When I finished I was a very happy tiger cub for several days. Waking up and being able to have cake first thing in the morning is the best feeling anyone can have. Sweetness! Life is good. I actually looked forward to waking up instead of being my usual gummy-eyed zombie self. When the cake finished I felt a small hole of longing open up with me. But I don't have time to bake another cake so oh well.

Footy fever! I crawled out of bed today at 4.30am to catch FIFA finals, that being the only match my daddy allowed me to watch during the hols. For the first half and hour I was wide awake and watching every move with hawk like intensity. After forty minutes I began to shiver as my body started feeling the room temperature of 12 degrees through my layers of blankets. After 50 minutes and no goal I was nodding off. When one hour was past I was shaking myself awake to groan or mumble everytime someone lost a ball or got carded. I slept through half time. I watched Spain score a goal through half-closed eyes, and my cheer was feeble. Once Spain was confirmed as the winner I turned off the tv screen and slept on the sofa, not moving until 1pm.

It's all over. Time to study.

Cheers!
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