Why this doesnt need a title.

Self explanatory. no?

Much love,

farah

bytheway: Chem was catastrophic.

you got my baby crying

Unlike the previous post, ive pretty much recovered ( although i was close to tears in starbucks just last night). Its an iffy issue. Either way, the prelims arent bugging as much right now probabaly because morning papers leave the illusion of a lot of time before the next paper. I mean , HEY, ive got at least 17 hours till the next paper. Thats loads of time.

As i said, an iffy issue.

After todays seemingly not so catastrophic physics paper, i decided to treat my self to post exam music ( you want to be starting something.. got to be starting soemthing..), food (LJ's fries) and drink ( bubble tea! ) although i am just getting started with my prelims.

Its all psychology , baby.

All i could hear during my paper was michael jackson playing on repeat in my head. Soon enough, i started my own little party. Just me, my pen and my work. So there i was, on stage - because i have extra time due to medical conditions - boogeying away and with a shimmy to the left and one more to the right, the paper was soon over!

Whoopee.

So of course, i got home took a break and here i am, in the last leg of my break to share with the world - the resident.

The residet. It sounds way too serious and full of pomp - that just doesnt exist. Its the name of a show and its thoroughly informative. im just going to leave one of her fun videos about global warming and americans' (ignorant) take(s) on it.

Enjoy:)




On to chemistry.
Much love,
Farah

cracks

Its the middle of my two week study break and i really can't imagine getting through the next seven days and then braving the following 14 days of papers.


I'm worried sick that i'll screw this up.


I'm tired and sleepy and i'm sick of living on coffee, chocolatte, msg and syrup.
4 hours of sleep just doesnt cut it anymore.


The worst part is having to get up everyday and the first thing i see is the wreck that is my room. Piles of papers, textbooks, notes, files, pens and highlighters.
Having to get up with a perpetual migrane and a frown permanently carved on my face.
Having to convince myself that i CAN do this and will pull through but i am so damn sick and tired of having to talk to myself like this.

I am sick and tired of work. Everything has turned nauseating. Even Shakespare. Now - thats a feat. Even when im taking time off to relax, i end up wallowing in self pity and frustration.

I need a walk. But its late. Ugh.

This post is getting me nowhere.
And Jordan Sparks sound more cliche than convincing. One step at a time. Hah. There isnt any time left.


What have i gotten myself into?!
Of course it doesnt help hearing teachers - two weeks before my prelims, mind you - telling me that the reason im not doing as well as i should be is because i'm in the wrong stream and no matter how much work i put in, i will never get great grades because i should be doing arts.

Gee, great timing woman.

Im tired. I should go complete my physics.
I feel disgustingly fat, teary and tired.




help.

three

Animation and one hellava guy.

Now supporting,
Cuck Fancer.
Much love,
Farah

Toothrot

Dilemma.

BIG dilemma.

So BIG, i'm taking time out to talk about it despite needing to do Othello.

Dilemma : Mint gives me gastric.

Toothpaste tastes minty.

Just brushed. But now i'm hungry.

Solution?

Cheese Sandwhich in bed.

I.dont.care.

But then again, i should care cos my lil' cousin Hannah who refuses to brush before bed just got 4 teeth pulled out at one go cos they were rotting.

Fine. I'll just take a pill to get rid of my gastric.

Drugs always solve everything.

Heyhey the face of Asia (ahem) finally has a page on the global yearbook website. Check. It. Out.

http://www.theglobalyearbook.com/where_is_it_now.html

Much love,

Farah

Old Train

I hope this old train breaks down,

then i could take a walk around.

The term - along with my time as a junior college student is drawing to a close and i find myself (typically) too wrapped up in the present sore (prelims) to be too upset.

In fact, its a much needed break. I need time out to get in to the familiar bubble of work, work, work.

The cogs are in place. I just need a little jab here and a small poke there to get these wheels churning.

The night oil's buring and the midnight man has taken mr sand man captive - much to the dismay of my 'bright eyes'.

Last saturday, i took a bow in front of a beautiful, intimate audience whose infectious energy and thunderous applause reminded me that the decision i made was the right one and that i only gained from keeping to my word and staying in the play. The play deserved an audience. We deserved an audience.

But as the lights dimmed for the final time, i felt the house lights go off in the recesses of my memory. I felt the curtains weigh down in my heart as a chapter closed , shut.

I remained embittered and wallowed in self pity for 20 odd hours and true enough the call that always ( and always will ) reigned supreme strapped me right back onto the seat of fate. I am catapulting in slow motion, free-wheeling and tumbling across acres of lined foolscap and velvet oceans of ink towards freedom.

Today, i was finally sated. Finally happy and satisfied to know that at least you care. And i am so happy you took the first step to ask and talk and rehash before we all go our seperate ways. I was surprised this came from you but then again , in retrospect, you're probably the most sensitive to people's feelings. Dont worry, i understand completely - no hard feelings whatsoever. I dont think i'll ever comprehend this situation but it doesnt bother me too much anymore.

Thank you.

And, finally, the Globalyearbook arrived. Now, i have 72 hours to get things penned, pasted and printed. 72 hours to call the press and get them involved and 72 hours to make my mark in the global community.

Perhaps i should go into communications and be the youngest entrepenuer to start a company solely focused on the development of intercontinental internet liasons.

It already sounds impressive.

Here's to 7 fast terms that skimmed past but managed to create large enough a crater to equate at least 5 years prior.

Here's to a goodbye and a hello again on a whole different stage.

Prelims, here i come.

And see what there is to see,

Time is just a melody.

Much Love,

Farah

Because...

we dont know who we are.






you dont know who i am





i dont know what i want






you dont understand what i need





and because i dont love you.