Arrgh.

Facebook is EVIL, I tell you.

It's stealing my concentration span away from me :/

I shall ban myself from facebook for two weeks until finals are over.

I CAN DO IT!

YES I CAN!
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I'm not studying :(
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Gypsies' Dance

Crimson; stark, against Immortal-white
Bathed beneath the pale moonlight
Within the clearing, gracefully move
In utter, urgent, ecstasy

Tonight, the gale breaks out in song
Of old wives' tales; and myths of long
Tonight, the pounding beats beckon
To gather round and dance

Get lost within the music's soul
Abandon for now your mortal role
Surrender all to this hounding instinct
And let yourself be overcome

Bells tinkle, as the fire glows
The ale runs more freely, while merriment grows
The night is young--why turn away?
Hesitate not; Just dance.
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I think I'll stick to poetry. This one turned out better than "In The Rain".
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In The Rain

Blindly, I run, as the rain patters a forceful rhythm upon the pavement; casting a veil over everything, blocking out all sounds.

My clothes are soaked, my unkempt hair plastered to my face. Squinting into the distance, I scan the surroundings desperately for your silhouette.

My breathing takes on an uneven, ragged pattern, and fatigue threatens to smother me, but I resist; ignoring the aching of my legs while I stagger on.

Finally, I stop, for I realise that you're not there anymore.

Just as I turn back, however, I spot a lone figure by the light of the streetlamp in the park.

For a split-second, my breath hitches in my throat; and then I sprint into your arms.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, burying my face into your chest.

My voice cracks; and the tears start to flow.

Your arms form a protective cage around me, tender and gentle; but your body is tense.

Gradually, my sobs quieten. As I start to pull away, you break the silence.

"Look at me," You tell me, your voice low and trembling.

Raising my eyes to meet your gaze, I panic at its intensity and struggle to escape your gentle grip, but I find myself unable to move.

"Tell me that you don't love me."

Your guarded eyes imprison mine in a hard stare.

"I..." I begin shakily, but I falter.

Suddenly, the invisible fortress guarding the emotions behind your dark orbs dissipate; and a myriad of searing emotions leap out at me as you whisper tenderly.

“Tell me that you love me.”

Within me, conflicting and intertwined meanings bubble; yearning to be expressed. Yet, I am unable to identify the jumbled inferno, and the staccato of my pulse speeds up erratically.

With each passing second, your stare bores deeper into me, and the tension builds as my breathing becomes laboured.

"Please," My voice comes out broken. "Stop doing this to me...I…can't,"

For a moment, I see the immeasurable hurt and blinding agony flash across your face. But it is replaced with a blank expression of arrogance just as quickly, and your lips twitch into a bitter smirk.

Wordlessly, you release me and stride away.

In the distance, the shattering of glass sounds above the pattering rain.

And I see the broken glass on the ground clearly; like the million tiny shards of my heart.
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Inspired by Vera, Swish, and fictionpress romances.

Not a very accomplished piece. I'm quite disappointed on how this turned out. But oh well. It matches my mood.

Dreary and...disappointed.

In dampened spirits we sing

When September Ends

I'm going to die; figuratively, of course.

My academics are going down the gutter,

I need motivation, diligence, drive, and Speed.
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Let me sleep in oblivion.

Memory Lane, by Mcfly

I really love this song.

It never fails to make me happy after I listen to it; especially the guitar intro.

It reminds me of sunny beaches and holidays, of carefree happiness and sunshine.

Call me preppy or whatnot; but Mcfly's remaining on my favourites list alongside My Chemical Romance, Something Corporate, Simple Plan, Sum 41, Hillsong, and Chopin.

I want to learn the intro! I NEED TIME.

GIVE ME TIME PLEASE. SO I CAN LEARN THE INTRO. 8D

Haha, I sound like an obsessed freak.

That's because I am one; I'm obsessed with the front part of Memory Lane 8)

The ending's a little draggy though. BUT, it's a WONDERFUL song overall.

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I CAN'T WAIT TO PASS GRADE 8 THEORY AND PRACTICAL.

Not that I dislike piano; I love it still, actually.

But I want the freedom to randomly come up with impromptu compositions and not have to practise the same pieces and scales all the time.

And I want time on the guitar, of course.
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Anyway, here's a list of facts I found within the deep, dark recesses of my mind:

1) Homework deserves a gazillion deaths if it weren't already dead.

2) Spire deserves to be hanged a million times over.

3) For every piece of extra homework issued, a hundred grams of chocolate is consumed.

4) Gaspard Ulliel is better looking than Zac Efron (However you spell it,).

5) Koh Mingjie will kiss her love if she gets an A for E. Math.

6) M.I. is a death sentence.

7) I don't want to get kicked out of NJ, or be put on academic probation.

8) I probably should be doing my homework now.

9) I've listened to Mcfly's Memory Lane five times already this evening. Mcfly shouldn't read this; they probably already have enough obsessed and mentally unstable fans as it is.

10) Metamorphic Rocks are formed under intense heat and pressure.
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-So much has changed.

Stranger

For who I am; a stranger, still, to myself.
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Just realised that this is my forty-first post.

Plato once said that until one turns forty, one is not ready to be a philosopher.

This blog is a philosoph-log. Haha.

Ack. MI is a truly horrible, slow, and painful death.
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If you asked me what I wanted to be, a week ago, I wouldn't have had a specific answer, but at least I had a resolution to work in the scientific field.

Looking at the same question now, however, I suddenly have no idea what I really want.

In from the age of eight, I discovered the addiction of reading.

They told me that being a lawyer required a lot of reading. So I decided that I wanted to become a lawyer.

Then, at eleven, I started becoming interested in science. Hence the scientific-field goal, which lasted until a week ago.

Now, I don't even know what I want to do in life.

We were discussing our goals in life after the lego thing for the little P5 kiddies.

And I realised that most of us live a Routine; and not a Life.

Or is Life a Routine?

We go through ten years of Primary and Secondary education, two years of tertiary education, then another four to six years of university.

By then, we'd have reached our twenties.

Get our degrees, get a job. Promotions, retrenchment.

Then the job cycle repeats.

Halfway through, maybe some would get married. Then children.

After a few more years, the children are working.

Then we die.

So basically, here's a four-word summary of our lives:

Study, graduate, work, die.

This makes us sound like machines doesn't it?

But that's what I gather from what I see of the world.

So I ask myself; what is my goal in Life?

And a sickening mixture of emptiness, fear and apathy stares back at me; for I realise that I don't know what my goal is.
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Just yesterday, I was twelve, and studying for my PSLE.

Now, I suddenly find myself three years ahead.

Time flies, and I'm not so young anymore.

Very soon, I'll be needing to work towards a scholarship for university.

Then I'll need to get my degree.

But I don't even know what I want.
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This is Life coming and dousing me with chilling Reality.

Reality doesn't merely hurt.
It Terrifies.