(no subject)

( this is a lie. really )

*looks at CJ-mates*

THIS DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHING.

exams again

The Practical Critisism paper was ugh. We were given two choices, a poem by Margaret Atwood (A Sad Child) and an excerpt from one of D.H. Lawrence's prose. Something to do with a rocking-horse. I felt slightly relieved that I recognized the two authors, but that's where it all stopped. I never do practical critisism on prose, so after giving the rocking-horse a nice look through, I proceeded to dissect Atwood's poem.

Ugggghhhh. I spent half an hour, 1/3 of my time, making annotations and trying to make some logical sense out of the poem, leaving NOT ENOUGH TIME for me to sufficiently ramble on about tone, imagery and what not. I'm so sad. I had a crapload of analysis to write, but not enough time. I need to get a bionic hand. Someone get me a lightsaber. ;D

I just hope I wrote enough (4 sides of A4-sized paper, with handwriting expanding and contracting the whole while) to score a measley D. ;___;

Teehee! Look at these. Quaint, aren't they?

Neil Gaiman is coming to Singapore. Though I've yet to read anything by him (the blasphemy) I probably will be going down to the book signing. Does anyone want a chance of getting an autograph? phrotus particularly, because I remember you liking Sandman a lot. :x If so, I'll pop down a bit and try my best to hold on at the queues.

I hope my camera batteries hold out so I can take pictures. =( stupidnokiaN90. when are you coming out? i want to buy you and molest your carl zeiss lens.