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01:32 I miss, the good old days. In other news, my brother lost his rolls of films. That's an euphemism for "lost his screws". Just joking. #

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what the fuck

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

I wasn't interesting. And he was. Interesting...and brillant...and mysterious...and perfect... and beautiful...and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.

And I couldn't stop the gloom that engulfed me as I realized I didn't know how long I would have to wait before I saw him again.

I can't explain it right...but he's even more unbelievable behind the face.

Trust me just this once--you are the opposite of ordinary.

It's the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...

Twilight Stephenie Meyer

....What the fuck indeed! No offence but I wrote like that when I was 13 and writing horrible Mary-Sue filled fanfiction in the Fushigi Yuugi universe. Tell me why I refuse to read the books. :\

Anyway, got back Walter Lim's first writing assignment. Letter grade was terrible (in my own honest opinion) but on the rubric it was "very good". Meh! I was writing like a child, for that essay. Like a child at a candy store for the first time. I grabbed haphazardly at anything I could lay my hands on and threw the grab-bag at him (100g, $2.40) and expected him to like my choice of sweets. Didn't really work. But now I know (thanks to Kerri, who I flailed in front of before Psychoanalysis), that Dr L likes nice in-depth essays - not the JC "Let's see how many points I can point out".

The most disappointing thing of course, is when I get comments like "you show a great deal of insight ... but not sufficiently developed", or "this was a good point, but you jumped to the next too soon". It's been happening since Susan Ang's modules (where she had this page long dissertation feedback telling me that I should've talked more about my first point because it was one of the more original points she'd come across). Shooting myself in the foot repeatedly. But I think I know what these professors (or at least, the great majority of them) want now and shall tailor myself - hem up every loose end - to their needs. Hur. Future is looking just a little bit brighter.

But not that bright, because I am severely behind on my Singaporea-men essay. I have about 1,111 words - no where near the halfway mark yet - and I'm having writers block. It's a very fun paper to write about, because I get to be the weirdo woman who thinks that Singaporean men are such marginalized and oppressed people (hahahahaah) and actually try to prove it. It's actually reinforcing the fact that they are pitiful creatures. Poor dears. I have a lot to say about this, and the whole pseudo-equality feminism advocates (really, I don't believe in much of it) but after the exams perhaps.

So anyway, awoke to an e-mail alert from Dr G who just returned our grades for the Wiki-Project. 7/10 for my presentation and then 10/15 for my wiki essay (I should have like, coded "Compiled by Alicia Tan" to grab more marks) but they're fairly good grades! He praised me, so I am a very happy fat cat right now. I am "excellent" :D, hurray. Very much encouraged by his comment to "press on". Press on I shall! I wonder what the dubious duo got...

!! I like this song!

Anyway, I'm tempted to not find any work for the three months and spend it writing an academic paper for this collective zerotonin told me about. It seems like a lot of fun and I might just send in a proposal soon? I mean, I don't know. I'd love for anything of mine to get published because that would mean that the chances of me getting a postgrad scholarship would be :D:D:D - very good for poor starving student who cannot afford a PACO box and must live in a cardboard one.