It is better than being alone.

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

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FP/thepapercult
LJ/snipethedoctor
WP/electricsleeves

CREDITS

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Layout: tues day night
Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery

The incredible time machine with no return.

Written on: Friday, January 15, 2010
Time: 10:30 AM

I have unfinished business, and though I'm reluctant to head to the streets again I know I must.

- Present for a friend
- Use up Harris vouchers
- Borders 30% voucher

Orchard can be rather conjested in the afternoons, and the searing heat just worsens the mood, but with determination I will brave the crowds and the sunlight for meagre paperbacks to call my own. It's a pity Harris and Borders have such limited collections, and already I doubt they have in stock the books I'm desperately searching for, but for armchair travels and a feeble glimmer of hope I will try.

Mother worries that I will not have any friends when I head off to JC. What she fails to comprehend is my very own theory that I might be too occupied with work to socialise, and that makes me happy, and standing around in the crowd without an idea whether to speak first or not is awkward and I'd rather be in the company of papers and pens, which do not reply, nor do they initiate a conversation with a lame pick-up line and expect you to carry on. But if (and the proverbial IF) time permits me to, or the curriculum allows for, or university entry requirements speak of it, then I would take the plunge into the sea of faces and probably pick out someone who will suit my personality, or rather someone whom I do not cause friction with, if I do not drown first.

Terribly excited, yet frightened of what is to come next. I have chosen, and now comes the wait, and then the inevitable release of posting results. It's this or nothing.

~~I hope it's either Raffles, ACJC or National. Dear Lord, please.~~

Labels: books, school

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