'' Of sunsets and beaches .. ''

Friday, March 28, 2008

When readin' bring pleasure
and studyin' seems one hell of a toture.
One shall die from test shock and unknown alien questions.

Bloody chemistry. How does a 59 looks like 56 to one ? And the MEGAUBER difference of 48 and 48 + 16(3) !!

GOD! I obtained three outta fifteen due to all my careless calculations !!

I was mad yesterday. Was so mad and weary from all the shit holes that I didnt wake up, from sleep at three this mornin' to study for Probability and I bloody can't do two questions outta five !!

See lah, can't control temper.

I swear, the next Chemisty test, I'm gonna bloody recalculation five or even twenty times if that what it takes to get my marks right back up !!

Bloody mole and molecular mass.

On top of all anger and frustration, the factors for both rise and fall for Venice , are relatively easy to score. Just that I have to have the ability to write faster, quicker and neater for the bloody 12 marks question to obtain Level Five answer !! DAMN! I hate the twenty mintues shit test/exercises. It makes my work all untidy. Irritatin'.

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I'm stucked with Middle~~sex~~march. One whole superb book that one certainly can't put down. Even if I've to reread the pages twice to understand their literature-ish words, which I've finally come to understand , I immediately fall in love with Dorothea, even if her sister has more common sense then she does. And even if she sound extremely stupid when it comes to judge one simple paintin'.

No wonder she married the wrong clergyman.
But still, Dorothea was smart enough to make the right move. Dorothea had a heart of gold , too gold a heart that she built cottage for the poor.

Sir James was extremely sad , yes he was. Dorothea had got to hurt him for rejectin' his propose.
And he didn't show it alright. He's one heck of a tough man. ( To think that he channel his attention to Celia after weeks of tryin' to get his heart settled down. Weeks ya know ! Weeks isn't a duration for a true man to forget the one he really, really love. )

I know this is not makin' any bloody sense, but I' DONT. BLOODY. CARE.

Eliot wrote , '' Pride help us ; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts - not to hurt others. ''

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... sometime , pride and ego are pretty contradictin'