Wednesday, September 26, 2007



[During Literature]
Joseph - 'Sir sir, there's contrast because the author writes apple bright.'
Raphael Ong - 'How is that contrast?'
Joseph - 'Sir, apples not supposed to be shiny.'
Everyone - [O.o]

Joseph - 'Sir this can be transferred epithet because of [some long explanation] right?'
Raphael Ong - 'Wow, nice one Joseph. Very good. Write it down.'
[A minute later]
Joseph - 'Sir!'
Raphael Ong - 'Yar?'
Joseph - ' What did I say just now?'
Raphael Ong - 'Aiya Joseph arh you...'

Raphael Ong - 'When I write down "tree" like so on the whiteboard, what do you think of?'
Nishant - 'Life'
Nathanael - 'Growth'
Imran - 'Wisdom'
Me - 'Lightning.'
Raphael Ong - 'Why lightning?'
Me - "Dunno, fire or something like that. First word that came to mind.'
Joseph - 'Sir sir WORMS!'
Raphael Ong - 'Who said - oh Joseph.'

Literature today was uber, even though the poem was insanely hard to analyze. It's also sitting inside my bag now waiting for me to apply practical criticism in an attempt to write some long-winded bullshitted YET succinct essay that will apparently introduce fresh new ideas that people have never thought of before.

How the hell I'm 2nd in class for Literature amazes me, considering that I have absolutely no idea what the hell I'm writing. My previous essay, according to Raphael, had 'excellently written elaborations, evidence and decent tie-backs.' Unfortunately for me, doing the essay at 12.30 PM also meant that I completely forgot to discuss ANY literary devices ( onomatopoeia, transferred epithet, rhythm, rhyme yada yada ) whatsover.

Technically and literally speaking, my essay had No Point. =)

A-maths R-Formula is the shizz. It's like the only freaking chapter I actually understand. Go me.

Lots of... crap's been happening these few days. I'm finding myself so caught up in a whirlwind of emotions so vicious that sometimes, I can't even find myself. Ironic and confused? Yeah, that's how I feel.

Tamim mentioned today that I have 'performance anxiety' and that I 'hate to be wrong.'

Yeah, well that's true. I worry about whether I'm good enough. I don't just want to be good, I want to be better, better...Best. I hate to be wrong, but that doesn't mean that I reject differing opinions, simply that I prefer to spend time going through what I've learnt and what I've seen. And at the end of the day, I do find my way is the best...

I had so much more to say, and yet my fingers know not how to express what my heart feels.

Sorry Yang En, really sorry.
Perhaps, it's really time to let you fly now.