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:: Thursday, March 27, 2003 ::
Yes, folks, it's an interesting time to be a teenager. First the US-Iraq war which seems to be so far away, yet so prevalent in our lives, and now the SARS (Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome) hitting the Singaporean shores. Yes. It's a year to remember. The word for today is "ubiquitous", which is what news of the war is and what the government hopes SARS will not be. Junior Colleges, Secondary Schools, Primary Schools all shut, shut, shut! That's shut. S-H-U-T. Get help for your dyslexia. Meanwhiles, the older students in NUS and NTU will remain around to catch the SARS virus. No, really. I could skip a sem like that. Of course, that's in exchange for a potentially fatal virus. Can't win 'em all eh.:: Saturday, March 22, 2003 :: Poetry is an inexact science, How many words to each line? How many lines to each thought? Should there be rhythm? Must there be beat? Short. Curt. Strokes. Or words marching along the space of the poem endlessly...... Do we rhyme? Now, wouldn't that be sublime? Does it matter what I say? How I punctuate. And how; I, spacemywords? Must there be a set way for me to align
Should I be prim, and pRoPeR? And neat in my @#$!%^ language? Can I say ANYTHING? Or maybe just .... Do I gotta be speeling right? Do my grammers is important? Yes. Poetry is an inexact science. For that matter. It's not science. It's an inexact art. :: nimezs @ 1:12 am [+] :: ... :: Thursday, March 20, 2003 :: Don't you think that it's interesting the word individuality contains "duality"? :: nimezs @ 11:18 am [+] :: ... Aye'm in lecture now. Here's an excerpt from my notes.:: Sunday, March 16, 2003 :: Do I have a goal in life? Yes. No. Short term goals, certainly, I have quite a few of them. Complete my literature essay. Score well for my next test. Raise my CAP. But after all that's said and done, what do I really want from life? Why do I feel all these angsty issues of "who am I" and "what do I want" that plagued my teenage years (not that I'm exactly over them) resurfacing to plague me again? I remember I was asking myself these questions when I entered NUS. I asked other people. I can't find an answer, and perhaps no one is really qualified to answer that but me. But then they said, why worry. It's still early. Complete your degree. I feel it the most when I'm walking alone in the crowd. We all walk our own paths, and sometimes it's best to walk by yourself. :: nimezs @ 8:52 pm [+] :: ... Dreams. Dreams are manifestations of supressed desires? Unfulfilled wishes? Or have they no meaning at all?:: Tuesday, March 11, 2003 :: Randomized thoughts. Mechanical dinosaurs, picking on the remains of the ravaged hall. Little boy disrupting the flow of traffic through a busy underpass. Perfection is so far, I can never be close. I have no way to be like them. :: nimezs @ 12:38 am [+] :: ... :: Thursday, March 06, 2003 :: Well, well. It's been quite a while. I've been a busy little student. (pause) (uncomfortable pause) Alright, so I haven't been that busy. (long pause) Alright, so I'm a big procrastinator! (long pause) What?! Anyhow, I'm done with 2 of the 3 essays I was supposed to do. But they were the short ones. Added together, they don't even cover the word count I require for my last essay. You don't know how much I miss talking to myself here, only that, there isn't much to talk about anymore. I'm afraid I'm getting estranged from myself. It's very sad. We've tried attending therapy sessions, but my id refuses to talk to my ego. I might very soon suffer from MPD. I don't want to be a split brain patient! Hrm. Well, I finally finished the long story I posted on my blog. Apparently it's 6000 words long, and there are an amazing 362 paragraphs! 29,635 characters! Without spaces! That's an average of about 150 words every paragraph. Which is quite short, if you think about it. *beams* It's not a very good story, and there are MANY MANY spelling errors and grammatical errors in it, but hey... I'm just the writer, not the proof-reader. LOL. Perhaps it's time to look into character development for the 4 folks in my short tale. They seem rather.... personality-less. And then, we'll look into giving them depth. Yup, yup. It's time to cut my fingernails. *clackity clackity clack* :: nimezs @ 11:42 pm [+] :: ...
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