INFORMATION
Someone speaks softly through the horror and pain:
'Love has gone, but it could come again.'
Spring arrives quietly, warming her skin
Her heart, now red, is beating again
- Hannah Fury, 'Someone Speaks Softly'
Not a writer but a professional student. Instead I can be the jaded passer-by that caught a glimpse of a fling
or a fatal mistake, a murder in the back alley, and I keep it all to myself so I don't lose any of it during the spilling from heart to paper on an unimaginary dark night. I write opinions, facts, emotions and other satisfied sentences that are the offspring of my imagination and external influences. And I do not need your validation to live, for the record.
CONTACT
FS/augustkills
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LJ/snipethedoctor
WP/electricsleeves
CREDITS
Icon: DW/tablesaw
Layout: tuesdaynight
Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery
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I want extra Math worksheets now.
Written on: Friday, January 8, 2010 Time: 11:25 PM
There's always a sense of pride when I start on the extra worksheets my Maths teacher distributes when he knows fully well the chances of anyone doing them is bordering on zero. It starts when I actually decide to do something today, something that makes me happy and this happiness would travel on a steady line throughout the process. It would dwindle as the weeks pass, then the graph would spike up suddenly when he requests them to be handed it. (Almost) everyone would spontaneously and simultaneously panic, questions will be passed around whether anyone had already done it, the people who are halfway-through it or even "does anyone have any extras? I've lost mine."
"Oh, so you can't come over today because of this worksheet? Um, okay. Huh what about me? I'm already done with that worksheet. Good luck." It's easy, hiding that grin of satisfaction, saving it till I'm back in my room.
I should be paying the library a visit any time today, to settle fines and borrow more books. I find myself running out of things to read and how bland my life becomes when I wait impatiently in line!Labels: mood:working, school
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I want extra Math worksheets now.
Written on: Friday, January 8, 2010 Time: 11:25 PM
There's always a sense of pride when I start on the extra worksheets my Maths teacher distributes when he knows fully well the chances of anyone doing them is bordering on zero. It starts when I actually decide to do something today, something that makes me happy and this happiness would travel on a steady line throughout the process. It would dwindle as the weeks pass, then the graph would spike up suddenly when he requests them to be handed it. (Almost) everyone would spontaneously and simultaneously panic, questions will be passed around whether anyone had already done it, the people who are halfway-through it or even "does anyone have any extras? I've lost mine."
"Oh, so you can't come over today because of this worksheet? Um, okay. Huh what about me? I'm already done with that worksheet. Good luck." It's easy, hiding that grin of satisfaction, saving it till I'm back in my room.
I should be paying the library a visit any time today, to settle fines and borrow more books. I find myself running out of things to read and how bland my life becomes when I wait impatiently in line!Labels: mood:working, school
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ABOUT ME
Charmaine/Emmy: FCPS, RSS, ___. Satire buff. Anglophile, pedagogue, nefarious grammarian-in-training and hedonistic pedant. Dreams of a pathologist office smelling of soap, disinfectant and disease. (Who forgets autopsies?) I'm a student and satisfied with it, and I'm not eligible to be a writer. Writers are sensitive, creative and they think out of the box but I'm more of a structured person. Then again everyone writes so writers are an exclusive category for published geniuses that do not include me. I like the glories of academia, medicine, reading books, dreaming and writing. I'm that sort of person who would rather party than study, whom one would make happier giving a medical journal/national geographic mag issue than, say, a fashion magazine. (I do read fashion mags when they come to me, but they aren't a necessity.) I'm boring/intriguing like that.
I am a step to University at the moment and I'm treading carefully in case I slip. I'm uncertain if I'll ever find a husband but that doesn't bother me much. This blog collects all my satisfactory writings.
Notes on writings
I don't usually curse, if at all, but at times for a piece of writing to be plausible certain undesirable elements have to be inserted to add reality to it. We all have seen our share of crude characters and for this, it would just be me writing about one. It's a little like writing about lust; written about, divulged, but never encouraged. To put this plainly: if it carries to reality, it is wrong. But since it isn't
technically reality, in my perspective it isn't.
I support pairings and I understand the norm do not. However I see no necessity to apologise for my head.
'You can't cut my heart into sections'
More books, more shelves. Christianity, which in my perspective hinges less on modern-day hocus-pocus than the immutable truth. My Chemical Romance. Pathology. German tank models. Sherlock Holmes & Dr. Watson. Vienna Teng. Heath Ledger. The Third Reich. Bubble Tea.
Wishlist:
National/Victoria JC
Cambridge University
MCR album (2010)
A spiral-bound, shorthand notebook
Grimm's Last Fairytale (Haydn Middleton)
The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls (Emilie Autumn)
Young Adolf (Beryl Bainbridge)
Suspended Animation: Six Essays on the Preservation of Bodily Parts (F. Gonzalez-Crussi)
A Not Entirely Benign Procedure: Four Years As A Medical Student (Perri Klass)
Fry and Laurie 4 (Stephen Fry)
Mein Kampf (Adolf Hitler)
Emilie Autumn's The Opheliac Companion CD
Hannah Fury's The Thing That Feels CD
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NETWORK
I'm not too fond of alphebetical ordering.
Watson's Woes
Huddy Daily
SCHOOL:
Pearly
Ming Xuan
Cherie
RS choir
Marilyn
Mdm Haslinda
Keen Hoe
Arini
Sherilyn
Peishwen
Jasmine
Cheryl
Si Ying
Wei Loke
Liting
Sarah
Shi Mei
Michelle
Rui Xian
sadlydotcom
Derrick
Joey
Cynthia
June
James
Wendy
Vinus
Shi Yun
Yi Hui
COMRADES:
Jacy
JCOC:
Victoria
Canida
Sean
Medalene
Kareen
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ARCHIVE
January 2010
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