In school it's like people act differently around me.
like i'm some fragile glass thingy
careful what you say to me
blah blah blah.


not that I can blame them.

country

http://the-wreckers.org/multimedia/lyrics.php
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Hills/3678/poetry.htm


See, I'm looking at the 6A04 picture Steph sent to me via msn two years ago.


We seemed so grown up then but looking back, the picture as proof, we were just that young.


insert here: MY NAME IS NOT TRACY.
Neither is it Stacey.
Or Stacie.


My name is Stacy.


Joanne spelt it right! well, kudos.


By the way, on the duty roster, my name there's spelt as Stacey.


Pleasepleaseplease to whoever arranged the roster. You've been my classmate for over a year and you don't know how to spell my name. =/


Back to the photo.


Yusaku looks the very epitome of cute and chubby. Quintessential sumo wrestler. You rock, Yusaku! XD


I still remember that time you chased Ee Vian throughout the classroom. Or was it vice versa?


And that time you ran into class with a stack of Chinese books, panting and stuff, and the entire class was laughing but we were so proud of our very own Yusaku. AHAHA


I sound so gush-cute.


But anyway. yusaku is grinning and smiling with both hands in rabbit ear fashion.


Stanley and Teddy are touching each other.


Woon Zong Han is behind Amos so haha we can't see him in the photo. And Amos looks spazzed. As usual. whee


Mr. Liew is doing the whole rabbit ear thing on Gary, who is in the row infrontof him, who is grinning and looking at something on the floor.


Chu Heng is smiling and looking obedient.


Steven is smiling in some secretive mischievous fashion.


Wen Kai, then plump, is grinning until jianyabujianyan, and he's doing the rabbit ear thing to Zhi Xuan. Dong Hui is looking at the two of them and grinning.


Yu Liang is smiling a la Steven.


Ian's face is rather blurred, but he's smiling one of his half-smiles, pretty much alone. Hm, where's Travis? I remember they two plus Amos were a gang, more mature than the rest of the guys. I mean, c'mon, they actually abstained from pokemon/digimon cards. And Beyblades. And stuff. And they hung at at the reading corner near the yellow tables where us 6A girls hung out every morning.


Okay, most of the girls are in rather boring poses.


Except at the corner where me, Pei Ying and Peck Khee were.


My hair was down because either Eugene Yip/Eugene Chua/Joshua nicked my hairband, par habit, and I look spastic, as usual. :D


I'm doing the rabbit ear thing to Peck Khee, who looks really really amused by something, and beside her is Pei Ying doing some sort of comedian stance, eyes wide open and all, and behind her Eugene Yip has grabbed a fistful of her hair and is holding it up so it's like a chunk of her hair is standing up.


Joshua is peering at the camera in the usual marauder fashion, peeking out from behind Pei Ying's head.


Behind Peck Khee and me, Kester and Clarence in some headlock thing.


ohohoh, Ee Vian is beside me, and Eugene Chua is creeping up on her in typical lecher manner. :D


I like my P6 class better than any other class. ohyayohyay

I'm at 1P06's blog now, listening to the music. It's been repeated for what, five times already?


To-day, I was a snivelling lump of aches. From yesterday, o'course. Sit ups and pull ups and lunges and sprints up the stairs and the like.


Morning jog. Had to jog much slower than usual, was stuck in the middle instead of somewhere near the front of the entire contigent.


You see, when I woke up this morning, I had a stitch. However impossible that may seem.


Nooo, wait, I think it's just some Ache of The Stomach Muscles. Sit ups, pull ups, et cetera.


But anyway, persevered until the jog. I had to jog with a stomach racked with invisible needles, and knees that hurt so much.


Speaking of knees,
it hurts to walk.
Especially when I walk down the stairs. It's like,
ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch.


See?


My shoulders hurt too. Not as much though.


My knees still hurt the most.


I was supposed to go for the bluehousebackups thing today. It's supposed to start at 2.30 yeah? I went to the forum, no one there. Lounged around for a couple o' minutes, unable to do my maths homework because I didn't have my calculator (it's the tansincos thing), and then gave up. So I went to the specs stand.


Few people there, after about 20 minutes I realized that while they were from blue house, they were only there to cheer on the girls running for relays etc.


So I left.


Saw Delphine thrice today.
First time at the specs stand in the morning, she was part of the winning netball c'div.
Second time. Just as I exited the library, I saw her just disappearing around the corner with friends.
Third time. Afternoon. She was one of those running in the relay.


The world's smaller than you think.

I'm really, really bored.

1. Grab the book nearest to you and turn to Page 18, Line 4.
err. Maths textbook.
evaluate and then express in the same

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
I touched... my clock.

3. What was the last thing you watched on TV?
Something on mtv.

4. Without looking, guess what the time is.
4.55pm

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
4.55pm

wow. superpsychicpowerswhee.

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The fan. My sister walking around in clogs downstairs.

7.When did you last step outside?
Step outside from where? This morning, anyway.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Staircase.

9. What are you wearing?
tshirt, shorts, et cetera.

10. Did you dream last night?
I don't think so.

11. When did you last laugh?
DE. The mineral water turns people invisible thing.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
I'm not in a room. I'm in the space between two rooms.

13. Seen anything weird lately?
My Maths teacher.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
Pointless, but I like pointless things. :D

15. What is the last film you ever watched?
Gangs of New York. and I didn't watch it in the cinema, watched it on ch18 or something. But, err, it's counted, right?

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
Moons. Black stuff, orange stuff, green stuff. A new pinafore for school. I'd sign myself up for creative writing class and maths tuition and physics tuition. No, wait, I'd set up a million dollar campaign for the abolishment of maths lessons!

17. Tell me something about you I don't know.
Depends on who I is. hmm. A-nyway,
I follow a routine habit every morning, more out of sentimentality than anything. Watch belongs in a certain place, wallet, hairband, et cetera. Oh, and the routine applies to nighttime too. Like before I go to bed, I switch off all the lights except the wardrobe light. It's always the last light I switch off before I sleep.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I'd make people more tolerant of social 'oddities', e.g. homosexual/incest couples, hermaphrodites, etc. They don't have to actually like them, just respect them.

19. Do you like to dance?
yeah.

20. George W Bush...
is hott.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl. What would you call her?
Hunny bunny.

22. Imagine your first child is a boy. What would you call him?
Bunny hunny.

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Already am, hunny honey!

24. What would you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
How d'you know that heavenly gates are pearly? How d'you know I won't go to hell? How d'you know there's an afterlife?

25. 4 people who must do this in their blogs.
No one.

My piano has been dismantled by a common peasant!


-cough-


No offence meant by the 'common peasant' part.


I meant. My piano is being repaired by the piano tuner guy. He came here to tune the piano, found something wrong with the entire thing. He took away something -I'm not sure, I wasn't here when he came- and the piano is currently unplayable.


And I'm realizing how much I miss my piano. dang, my fingers're itching to play invention no. 4. Bach, of course. I still prefer his E minor fugue, though. Well-Tempered Clavier.


I hate my piano, I hate playing it, scales are hard to play, pieces just won't agree with you, and more than once I've sort of slammed the lid down because of my frustration at not... playing a piece well.


But sometimes it makes me so damn happy.


And to think it's been there quietly all these years, taking the brunt of my anger, and yet it gives me pride when I play a piece well.


Giving, giving, never taking.


It'll be so different without it.


I love my piano.

all that hooha.

Shit.


I underperformed today. Underperform. Yeah.


Lit lesson.
Hm. nothin' much to underperform for, but I didn't hand in the list of lit groups to mrs. sushilla. The hell. I used to like responsibility, y'know, but not anymore.


I'm lookin' forward to acting in the play, a-nyway. I'm tentatively witch one. So I'll have to put on a cute witchy voice.


Sweet.


PE.
We had napfa training today.
16 pullups, 9 less than last year.
53 sit ups, same as last year.
We didn't try sit and reach.
We didn't try the shuttle run.
We didn't try 2.4
Oh, and bite this: Standing broad jump.


I did 1.78m.
heck. I know, you're thinking how a girl who's been getting Cs all along for standing broad jump could whoosh up so high. So far.


I'll tell you how.


I don't know.


Seriously. I was concentrating real hard, on my toes, swing your arms, swing your arms, swing. And the momentum was there and I whisked off to a pretty 1.78m.


I don't know how I did it.


But other than that, I underperformed for the rest.


Maths was fine, soh didn't come.
MEP was... okay. But I have a cut on my finger where calista accidentally cut me with the sharp blade of my scissors. Not deep.


Shall I say that for hockey, I underperformed, majorly. Can't hit, can't sweep, can't push, can't tackle, can't defend.


I think I shall remain a midfielder, or defender. Being a forward confuses me. I never know where to stand.


And I was wholly exhausted. I attribute this to... err... I skipped recess. I didn't have lunch after school. All I ate was the floss bun thingy in the morning, and five potato wedges.


Shut up, I'm not on a diet, am not anorexic, am not concerned about calories and all that shite.
there're just times I don't feel hungry, and thus decide not to eat.


And the exhaustion I felt during trng might've been also due to my lack of sleep the night before. and of course the lack of food.


Late nights and pseudo-starvation are detrimental to my performance in sports.


It's been Chrysanthemum today.
green tea in the morning for a caffeine booast. Chrysanthemum for recess. Chrysanthemum after school. Chrysanthemum after hockey.


--


Ever realized, our whole lives revolve around school and work?


I've said this before to some of my classmates, but no one took me seriously. Or maybe no one heard me.


kindergarten,
primary school,
secondary school,
ite/jc,
university. LA BIG ONE.
and then we get shipped off to work.


from then on, it's work work work work work work work.


retirement.


we rest.


we die.


It's so mechanical It's like a rough draft of our lives has already been made for us before we were even born.


School. It's not supposed to be that important. It's just supposed to be a place we go to learn stuff. And we're expected to give up our leisure time staying back. Got piano class? Oh, I don't care, you still have to come for remedial. I don't care!


We give up so much for school and most of us end up forgetting most of what we've learnt anyway.


Yeah, this is what the government is advocating.


this is what society expects of us.


one wrong move and PSHA goodbye to your future. people immediately see you as a potential gangsta, looter, drug addict, whatever.


Society is so. close. minded. so. dependant. on. stereotypes.


PEOPLE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LOOK AROUND YOU NOT EVERYONE WILL BE HAPPY LIVING YOUR KIND OF FUCKED UP SQUEAKY CLEAN LIVES. live a little.


LaSalle? What the heck? What's so important about art, you nincompoop, must study! Must study! Must go RI and work your ass off! That's considered good okay!


Mum, I want to become a photographer when I grow up.
Mm, that's the sort of thing you should do as a hobby.
Oh. Okay.


We have cca four times a week!
What! that's so bad for your studies lah. Sure cannot go into jc one.
man. i'd better quit lorh. better join something like library club. haiz.
yar lorh.


Okay. I've cooled down now.
just that it seems ridiculous that school and work make up the axis of life.


because they do not.
at least not for me.


hmm. Cheryl, I might just become a librarian at the National library one day.
All I need to know is my alphabet.
The rest is pure bliss.


-


Joanne gave a 'team talk' today. How we should buck up, play harder, cooperate more.
I think it was pretty brave of her to just go up there and talk.
as compared to my meek mousy self, that is. well. yeah.


Denise suggested that we should cooperate more with the sec1s, because we'll have to work with them anyway, but she was openly dissed by some people.


and i realize the abundance of hypocrites in the vicinity.
team unity?
bah. Let's, like, start listening to each other for a change.
and then we'll talk about team unity.


-

Been doing my art piece since this afternoon.
haha, it's finished, and it looks like... a nicer, more colourful version of shit.
Gaudy, even. I combined redgreenpurpleblack. So lovely.


Never been good at art and all, but... t'least it's expressive. It looks so horribly crowded and messy, which is what happens when you try to express yourself linguistically through spatial means. Well, no. It's what happens when I try to do that. Pfft.


ahhhh. Artartart, I shall fail you.


Am suffering pre-Monday blues.


Shut up.
PE tomorrow. I don't like PE anymore. I used to, I really used to, hey.
let's try to see the beauty.
but there is no beauty where there is no 2hour badminton session in a dark, smooth-floored hall.


I still remember the spate of days after PSLE. We stoned away in class until our teachers agreed to let us spend most of the school day in the hall, having PE, doing whatever we liked. We played badminton. 4 hours straight. My feet ached so bad, but I wanna do it again.


My art piece is ugly.
But expressive.
Ugly but expressive.


In art, everything is considered pretty.


So either
1. My art piece is actually pretty, though it seems ugly to me.

2. My art piece is... not art.


My hypothesis is probably wrong anyway.


You know, I'm finally starting to see what the phrase 'one lie leads to another' truly means.
Bah. Lying can be fun at first and then it starts falling apart.


I need stronger glue.


dinadinadina
say aye if you like cookies.


I like goths. So classy.
The best thing about those 'real' goths
they don't care who their friends are, what they think.


I wanna be a goth.
It's time to go sho-pping!


elaborate lies.
people who nudge and prod at the carefully flimsily woven thread are irritating.


well, apparently my lies are convincing.
online, that is.


If you're reading this blog, you're probably not the one I lied to. That person shall never find me, muahaha.


I think.

delenoir

Stayed up last night doing all I could to make failedpessimist blog-able again, which in reality isn't much, so I got pretty disappointed. hm.


Just remembered a couple of things I should've blogged about couple of days ago.
You know, mrs sushilla praised me for my -cough- good vocabulary, sort of, because apparently I used the word 'scathing' in my lit test.


Shizzack. When I was in primary5, Mrs Lee praised me for exactly the same thing. =/


Well no, not exactly, but she praised me for using the word 'unscathed', and they're derived from the same word so...


Gawd. That's good vocabulary?
Pfft.
My vocabulary is limited, something I've been aware of since years ago.
Amen to that, or my ego'd explode.


Went to Changi General Hospital to visit my gran. She was... so skinny. Bone, papery skin, shrivelled. On drip. Days are numbered. And I never really knew her.


I was just looking at her, you know, when suddenly I realized that I didn't even know my grandmother's name, shit.


wait, no, my gran's name isn't shit.


Hmm. See how the incorrect order of words can make a sentence morph into something so different, but yeah.


So I asked my mum. My gran's name's Ong Wei Ting.


I only just realized.


All of seventy something years ebbing away in that frail body.
I never knew her, I'm not ashamed to say that I don't feel much for her, because I can't.
and thus these few paragraphs are admittedly rather devoid of emotion.
but I do know that it'll be very, very different without her.
No more going to her house (where she lives with her maid) for Chinese New Year, or random family reunions.


And in the hospital, my uncle ji gu was there. One of my favourite uncles, I s'pose. Haven't seen him in ages, mutual. He said I look different. I think I haven't changed much.


And yeah, he was joking around with my primary 3 sister like he used to do with me when I was younger.


I was sitting beside them; couldn't help feeling kind of left out. I was thinking, c'mon, talk to me, talk to me!


I don't know if any of whoever's reading my blog right now have ever felt this way, but I feel it-very very very very clearly and honestly- that I'm an 11/12 year old trapped inside the body of a thirteen year old, soon to become fourteen.


It's a strange feeling.


Have to agree with both Paramides and Heraclitus on this aspect. Wasn't what they were talking about, but the same concept.


Paramides- all things are eternal.
Heraclitus- nothing stays the same.


The former is my self, the latter is my physical self.


Maybe my uncle feels weird talking to me now, feels weird approaching me, because apparently I've grown up. maybe in the mature sense, but c'mon, I'm still the same.


leClair is a lovely surname.


and delenoir, like Robyn says, is so not me.


looks like failedpessimist is dead. Guess I'll have to put a tagboard here.

epicure, hellenic

I miss failedpessimist.
Oh well, getting used to company.
I love wobbly chairs!


Reading about Eusomething, Paramides (sp?), Heraclitus, Democritus (atom guy yay), Socrates, Plato, Epicureans, Stoicism, the Cynics, Eleatics, Anaxagoras, Anaximenes, Anaximander... hellenism


don't mind me, yeah. I'm trying to memorize all the names of philosophers and philosophy-related things.
Sophie's World
great book, if you're going for more factual stuff. I love philosophy. Borrowed it from school a couple of days ago. Such books, I think, are wasted on the majority of the school's population.


I think, therefore I am.


But sometimes we don't need to think.


Existentialism still rocks my socks.


http://m-w.com/dictionary/existentialism


I think I've finally fully (or mostly) grasped the entire concept.


Went to Amanda's with Paula and Robyn, we watched School of Rock. Dang, I wanna be in a rock band. Sort of.
I think I'll play the latin music later.


Camino Latino
by Liona Maria Boyd


According to the review at the back:
she combined popular Latin rhythms with romantic Spanish guitar music in her latest CD "Camino Latino/Latin Journey".


Guitar prodigy, basically, started lessons when she was a teenager, about 14/15.
It's all guitar music, no singing, but in a few tracks there're guest singers and her doing the whole acoustic thing.
Guess she's not much of a singer, but doesn't matter i suppose.


Btw Robyn, I do not have a boyfriend. :)
hm. just remembered something jacque said, a long long long time ago.
something about if I had a boyfriend from my school, it's not good.


HAHA.
i didn't get the joke at first.
one day later, i understood her.
and I laughed.


My sense of humour ain't the best, alright!
Mm. Latin music is so good.
Though I'd be contented with celtic.
classical, jazz


I remember once in class, Mrs Lee asked who the first man to land on the moon was.
I knew the answer. I really did. And in my haste to answer I mistakenly said enthusiastically: "Louis Strongman!"


whole class heard me, duh.


Chu Heng or Joshua or whoever was sitting beside me then was teasing me. I denied it. Poor ears, man, poor ears.


=)


-


Shit. oh noes! omgz lorhz!


I- I! Um. Nevermind.


-


I'm on track six of the Latin music CD now.


hm. Parranda, track 8, NICENESS YO.
I swear, I'm officially addicted to msn. Well, sort of. Ever since sometime last year I think.


Early last year, I deemed it rather unimportant.


I'm on my other computer, anyway. The laggy one. Everything seems to be going wrong, psh. My faster computer isn't working, and I pray that it'll be alright soon because there're lots of files stored on it, including my favourite pictures, poems, htmlcodes, stories, primary school compositions which I had to type out to be displayed in my school's annual publication of their composition book or something.


etc.


This computer is lag-gy, so frustrating, bah.


Robyn.
Debate sounds really fun, I realize.
F'only I could have two ccas.
Because hockey pwns and so does debate.


-


I've never really admitted this out loud, in the face, to myself before, but I don't think 'close' would be an appropriate word for this exchange.


Conversations like snippets of short stories. Coming one by one, hard to decipher, and in the end I think I won't even understand anything because questions are one sided on the other bank.

PFFT PFFT PFFT.


hm. Feelin' pretty depressed right now, for various reasons. I'm feeling irksome, bored, sad, frustrated. Where on earth is my artistic streak. Where is my favourite pair of pants. Where is home, exactly.


Home's where the heart is. Read previous post.
But I don't want home to be where the heart is.
daah. All that might change when virtual turns real, anyway. I don't know whether to anticipate or fear.


And, why can't I blog on failedpessimist. GAHGAHGAHGAH.


I haven't written anything in ages, i.e. poems, stories etc.


And I want my other blog back.


And I-I-


I want it to be Christmas again!


And I-I-


I want to diiiie!


Nuh. No.
Shut up, idjit.


(me)


Some say eat or be eaten
some say live and let live


Nothing's wrong, actually. Nothing's right either.
This is where I disagree with Socrates.
There isn't a definite right or wrong, man.


by the wayside
and some of us soar to the sky
and some of us sail through our troubles
and some have to live with the scars


far too much to take in here
more to find than can ever be found


keeps great and small on the endless round.


it's the wheel of fortune
leap of faith
band of hope
till we find our place
on the path unwinding
in the circle
the circle of life
IT'S THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE


-


and she'd tell me a story
it always was about a princess in distress and how a guy would save her
end up with the glory


fairy tales aren't for me

invention

It really, really irks me when I see profiles like this:
e.g.


Genevieve
SNGS
280792
strings! :DD
femme


Yeah. The 'femme' pisses me off the most.
In case you don't know, femme is French for 'female'.
I didn't use to have anything against it. In fact, I used it myself.
Only now it's getting so awfully cliche because everyone's using it, and it's not that I like to be 'special', I just hate things I think are unique and nice suddenly becoming in and trendy and all that shite.


No, wait, that doesn't bug me so much.
It only bugs me when it becomes cliche. Yeah, that horrible 'c' word.
I'm on auto-anticliche.


French today, crazyyyyyyyyyyy.
ahaha I was bitten by a rabid monkey. We wanted a rabid wombat, but we didn't know how to say wombat in French so we settled for monkey.


Singe.


Wait a minute-
isn't home where the heart is?


Let's go to the home where our hearts used to be, then.


I'm currently learning to play one of the simpler Inventions Bach composed.
Pre-tty nice.


Let's not even get started on that.
Love, white capris.
I sound unnatural.


I've got art to do. Letters to write. Piano to practise. Things to blog. Tea to drink. Grapes to eat. Myself to mourn.


And I'm enamored with the stranger, but I've gotta go home, provided that my idea of home hasn't changed. Wait, I think it has.

Hopefully you found this.
Hell, I miss failedpessimist. Been using it since I was 12. 11. Whatever.

But the point is - we won!

HOCKEY B'DIV WON THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP YO.

Fuck, we won against Crescent, which was really really good.

It was so damn scary, y'know. It was a draw of nil all, even when the match ended. Then we had the tiebreaker of two 5 minute sessions. After that, it was still a draw.

So the victor had to be decided via a series of penalty shots.

That was damned scary. We were all GO LORRAINE; the goalkeeper, y'see.

First shot - I'm not sure who it was, but we scored one against their goalkeeper. Cue cheers.

Next, Crescent girl pitted against Lorraine. Again, GO LORRAINE. And see, Lorraine blocked the ball. She blocked all the balls. Lorraine, you'll never read this, but you rock. I mean seriously.

During the match itself I was nervous. Like last year I resorted to sms-ing.
great stress reliever.
I smsed my mum, nick, robyn and myself. The latter... by mistake. Um, I don't know how it happened? Yeah after that I was still so gah anxious.

I actually cheered for Lorraine! And st. nicks. Slip of the tongue. Nervousness makes me do funny things.

And we were all cheering and pouring onto the pitch, you know, after that. It took us a while to realize.

Lorraine blocked the ball. Cheers.

Moment's pause.

And then the secthrees, who were kneeling on the half-line in prayer, suddenly got up and started whooping and skipping and running towards Lorraine and flinging theirselves onto her.

And we sectwos and ones realized that we'd won.

And thus we poured onto the pitch, cheering and shrieking and screaming.

I love being in stnickshockey.

Only after that it was the boys' finals, Northland (YES THEY WON WHEE) against RI. So the RI coach or someone was rudely telling us celebrating girls to 'clear off' or something like that.

Pfft, how mechanical. Obviously they don't understand the joys of winning.

I actually feel happy for the secfours. And threes.

The amazing thing is that I rarely feel happy for anyone.

Oh well.
GO LAURA, LORRAINE, JIN YU, RUI YIN, MAY XIAN, ESTEE, ABBY, AUDREY, ET CETERA.

Sorry for anyone I've left out; anyone whose name has been misspelled.

GO LORRAINE.
Seriously, we love you. :3

A-nyway. The boys' match. Northland won. Poor RI, they lose every year at the hockey finals. But anyway, the RI contingent of supporters...

Well, the guys cheered. Go Raffles Go, they said.
Their voices were so frickin' low!
Poor things. Low tones lack the essence of the spirit of cheer. :D
At least in my opinion.
Us girls do it best.
But I liked their cheer 'Ra-ra-ra-ra-ffffffffffles'.
Nice.
Their low voices just happened to suit that cheer.
Although girls would still do it better.

It was the exact same scenario as last year's c'div comps.
Similarities being that last year, we won. This year too, we won.
I love my seniors.

Different in that RI wasn't pitted against SK (last year, SengKang thrashed RI. AHAHA TAKE THAT), but Northland.

Northland won.

Love Northland.

The word 'love' has been used quite often in this post. mm.

Gave my speech today. Apparently I was a good speaker. Well, 4/5 for every aspect, my score. Calculate that yourself. (:

Lit test. Q2 confused everyone.
DAMMIT. Oh all questions they had to phrase unclearly, they just had to choose the 8marks question. If the answer doesn't have to be based on the quote, then I think I'll do... fairly well. Prob'ly will lose marks for the one I explained in less than 10 lines. :


Failed congruency and similarity.

Low A1 for Bio.

Speech. I don't like the number 6.

Family and Friends -- Anita Brookner

Wai-ting!

hello

when je t'aime je t'aime je t'aime just doesn't cut it.


Paris becomes obselete, a chemical wasteland spilling with could-bes and hybrids of I want and pseudo cries of je ne veux pas. Melisma!


a minor scale to that one desolate word of 'pride', or is it so powerful that this sweet lady will not bring it out, that it echoes overhead the eiffel tower, gulls and ravens flocking to squabble -- pride.


ARE YOU SCARED OF ME
ARE YOU DISGUSTED BY ME
ARE YOU PITYING ME
ARE YOU PUNISHING ME


je t'aime je t'aime je t'aime, I hope you hear me


I'll send the knife flying like they do in New York, with Leonardo diCaprio and Cameron Diaz, one sliced by cutting, the other shrieking in all promiscuity to take the place of kate.


Haha?


You must have loved me, at least in all platonic sense.


JE T'AIME


do you see my pride and my words and my dreams, all on the waiting list?

talk

We wield spears and shake hands.

Do the tango with knives poised between our teeth.

Kiss with poisoned lips.

because we don't talk

But the barrier has always been there, only now intensified with rust.

because we don't talk

And we keep nudging and pulling for shameful tastes of moremoremore as we shed little scales of pride.

because we don't talk

Come out, come out, naked into the world.

talk