It wasn't a bad week huh. Jap students left. My friends were in tears.
Sue banged her head...At first, i thought it was a joke.
She's alright,watching LOTR. i just rang her.
Chel...didn't come to school.
Maths..why parametric?
Eco, "well presented" etc, hey, all the effort wasn't wasted.
Eng, i wonder what will be in the exam?
can't believe it, exam is ..again ..coming...
Feelings towards a person are...contradictory? and, perhaps unreasonable.
ha, sue perhaps you are right. It won't hurt to take some time off to fantazise.
Well, i got nothing much to say, except to tell you how much I love this weather. Now, i can have my window wide opened. In stead of the winter chill, a soothing spring breeze blows in . (my desk is next to it)
It feels like the start of spring? an early one huh?
'A painting I once saw often comes to me: an image that sticks. A grey interior, with one small door, off-centre, slightly ajar. And through that crack, heartbreakingly unreachable: golden light, green grass, a child with a loop, playing.
Nostalgia is always as is simple, as stylised as that: a child's game, a single glowing memory . Soon I would be flying back to the South: to the woman and child that I love, within the confinces of a life that I hated. But for a time I sat there, at the mercy of my own memories, my throat congested, tears seeping; mourning a great man, yes, but also mourning for myself--for the times and possibilities that would never come again. The roast meat, the kisses. The music around the piano. The light that always seemed to shine behind my mother. Mt father, rushing through the door holding his first plump-fleshed, red-furred rambutan...
And Keller, sitting on his balcony in a shaft of sun, the smudged elbows of his white coat resting on a month old copy of DIE PRESSE, the gold ring on the mysterious stump of his finger, his ear-giner, glinting off and on, catching the light, the schnapps bottle beside him.
" Guten tag, Paul. Have you finished the Mozart?"
" Half-finished, maestro."
" Is water at fifty degrees half-boiling?"
Can I know that mine was a foolish, innocent world, a world of delusion and feeling and ridiculoue dreams--a world of music--and still love it?
Endlessly, effortlessly.'
This extract is from Maestro. One of my fav. No matter how many times i re-read the novel, I still luv it.
Once again, a big change in my surrounding -- my room, i mean. It was all because of the arrival of a bigger bookshelf. Actually my demand for more shelves started it. Now, I have to get used to the new position of my desk--where I spend most time at. Now i can sit next to my window, and the desk faces the wall, on which was the Maths formulae sheet and my Leunig Calendar. They are in in my sight whenever i choose to take a break from my study. the Calender reminds me of the passing of time (pretty cliche huh?) Hey, guess what the maths formulae remind me of? No, not stress of school, but Mr Lee. Coz i learned them from him. I really do appreciate all the teaching of my tutors outside school. Without them, I probably would find school a dreadful place full of overloading work and stress.
Talking about stress, yes, the exam is coming up. The stress is haunting all of us. We don't see each other often as we would like to. We are all busy...some of uf have other school commitments..eg our PONG...school prefect! Plz..dun give us detention slips :)
Just a word on change. The new arrangement of my room is in fact quite refreshing. I guess I do like it. I am the sort of person who cannot stand things...too constant. Not that I like continuous changes..but once in a while is very refreshing. You know, like people who like to escape their home once in a while to go on a trip to the beautiful outback.
This week had been a fairly important chapter...