hahahahaha, oh patrick, patrick! super darn hard to concentrate on rule of law concepts when spongebob is playing on nickelodeon! oh ya, I just tried looking at my forehead too and I realise I can't ohmygosh I didn't know we can't see our own foreheads, sadddd I can only see as far as my fringe hahahaha.
"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with that summer."
//F.Scott Fitzgerald; The Great Gatsby
We've finished Asian History, Corporate Law and Finance. Three down, one more to go! It's funny to come out of the exam hall and moan together about how it feels like everytime we go into an exam we don't show the Prof everything we actually know and it doesn't justify the amount of time we spent mugging for the whole thing. Haha, basically nobody ever comes out of the exam hall feeling happy. Which is not true, sometimes I come out pretty happy, that is, until I start talking to other people haha.
I'm feeling kinda lazy to study for Consti, I'd rather go out and watch SHUTTER ISLAND! Ohmytian, the sheer agony of having to study! Btw, I should learn to knit. The girl's knitted sweater is quite unstoppable. and ahfafsjghkisl! I just realised that her hair looks a little green!
"Perhaps it's true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcomes of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house -- the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture -- must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story".
//Arundhati Roy; The God of Small Things
things can change in a very short period of time. in the space of a few days, a four year relationship can be given up and made into nothing. the chain of a thought broken, the fragment of a love story shattered. it's hard to believe that just one term ago, they were practically glued together at the hip, hanging out in meetings together and collecting tickets to help complete each other's projects.
love is such a strange, slippery thing.
why didn't they teach us that in school? how can we have so many divergent answers to a question as simple as happiness? shouldn't the measure of a good man be like a precedent fact, where there is space for discretion and subjective discernment but in the end, in the end, open to objective ascertainment of that fact? shouldn't we be taught how to open our eyes to hold on to what we have been blessed with and not give it up for those who pass us by? shouldn't the people who have been the most faithful spared the brunt of the hurt and the pain?
perhaps, perhaps Jo is right. who are we to say anything when we're not in the situation? afterall, things can change in a day and anything can happen to anyone, it's best to be prepared.
"She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy."
//Ann Brashares, The Last Summer of You and Me
Most of the times I like noise. Sometimes I positively thrive on the sound of people talking, the sound of people moving around in the house, the sound of life. But I've realised that I can enjoy the sound of being quiet as well. Alone in a wooden carrel with just myself and my thoughts. And I think we all need that space for ourselves once in a while. So that I can hear my heart and the things that run around in my head.
So seems that the study break isn't going too badly. I like being in the library, knowing that there are other people suffering besides me knowing without a doubt that one day I'm going to look back on all this and miss it with a deep, fierce longing.
hahahahaha, oh patrick, patrick! super darn hard to concentrate on rule of law concepts when spongebob is playing on nickelodeon! oh ya, I just tried looking at my forehead too and I realise I can't ohmygosh I didn't know we can't see our own foreheads, sadddd I can only see as far as my fringe hahahaha.
"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with that summer."
//F.Scott Fitzgerald; The Great Gatsby
We've finished Asian History, Corporate Law and Finance. Three down, one more to go! It's funny to come out of the exam hall and moan together about how it feels like everytime we go into an exam we don't show the Prof everything we actually know and it doesn't justify the amount of time we spent mugging for the whole thing. Haha, basically nobody ever comes out of the exam hall feeling happy. Which is not true, sometimes I come out pretty happy, that is, until I start talking to other people haha.
I'm feeling kinda lazy to study for Consti, I'd rather go out and watch SHUTTER ISLAND! Ohmytian, the sheer agony of having to study! Btw, I should learn to knit. The girl's knitted sweater is quite unstoppable. and ahfafsjghkisl! I just realised that her hair looks a little green!
"Perhaps it's true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcomes of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house -- the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture -- must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story".
//Arundhati Roy; The God of Small Things
things can change in a very short period of time. in the space of a few days, a four year relationship can be given up and made into nothing. the chain of a thought broken, the fragment of a love story shattered. it's hard to believe that just one term ago, they were practically glued together at the hip, hanging out in meetings together and collecting tickets to help complete each other's projects.
love is such a strange, slippery thing.
why didn't they teach us that in school? how can we have so many divergent answers to a question as simple as happiness? shouldn't the measure of a good man be like a precedent fact, where there is space for discretion and subjective discernment but in the end, in the end, open to objective ascertainment of that fact? shouldn't we be taught how to open our eyes to hold on to what we have been blessed with and not give it up for those who pass us by? shouldn't the people who have been the most faithful spared the brunt of the hurt and the pain?
perhaps, perhaps Jo is right. who are we to say anything when we're not in the situation? afterall, things can change in a day and anything can happen to anyone, it's best to be prepared.
"She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy."
//Ann Brashares, The Last Summer of You and Me
Most of the times I like noise. Sometimes I positively thrive on the sound of people talking, the sound of people moving around in the house, the sound of life. But I've realised that I can enjoy the sound of being quiet as well. Alone in a wooden carrel with just myself and my thoughts. And I think we all need that space for ourselves once in a while. So that I can hear my heart and the things that run around in my head.
So seems that the study break isn't going too badly. I like being in the library, knowing that there are other people suffering besides me knowing without a doubt that one day I'm going to look back on all this and miss it with a deep, fierce longing.
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