I'M BACK! (although not for good)

HALO
I HAVE DECIDED TO POST A BLOG POST.
SINCE EVERYONE SEEMS TO LIKE READING IT SO MUCH (NOT).
I just came back from Botanical Gardens, the place where the ignorance and incosiderateness of Malaysians is ever so prevalent i.e. : 1. There was a man doing push ups in the middle of the road. He couldn't do it on the pavement. He had to do it right in the middle of the road because he was so bloody smart wasn't he. 2. I was running past an old man and he suddenly decided to spit. I don't know why he decided to spit at that precise moment but spit he did. And on my tracksuit too. I jumped and gave him the finger. Oh I am a lovely companion.

Anyway.
Since most of you will want to know about how my new life in Uplands is, I will give you a little feedback. Then I think it's back to my tempurung shell.

1. The people are very nice except one particular ignorant person who does not really matter anyway so I shall cease to talk about him.
2. The people are also very smart especially you know who.
3. I got 95 for my first Maths test because of a careless mistake. (No wait, two.)
4. J'apprends comment parler le français et je l'aime beaucoup.
5. Psychology has taught me that Sigmund Freud was a deranged, sex obsessed maniac who interpreted wolves tails as penises and silence as aggression.
6. I miss all my old friends because no one seems to contact me. I indeed live in a tempurung shell.
7. People think I am very hardworking for some reason. (Maybe it's true haha!)
8. My Chemistry teacher rocks.
9. My Psychology teacher rocks.
10. My French teacher rocks.
11. I'm training little kids to run.
12. Little kids don't listen to me.
13. Je me réveille le matin et ne peut pas attendre pour aller à l'école.
14. I am a weirdo.
15. People laugh and smile a lot.
16. I should laugh and smile more.

There are about a hundred other things to tell you guys but the Psychology textbook beckons to me with its wonderfully interesting content, no kidding. Oh and I passed my collection of poems to Mr. Walton to review so that he could give me some feedback on whether they were worth publishing.

Title: Metamorphosis
Contents: LOST (Poems when I was depressed and going through THAT period of time)
FOUND (Poems about God and happiness and pretty things!)

Har har.
I need to redesign the cover it's so damn crappy.
ADOBE PHOTOSHOP HERE I COME..

Yesterday I went to Gurney and I found a really thick Organic Chemistry textbook by Morrison and Boyd so I had to buy it! It's 1342 pages.. WHOOOO! Can't wait to start.

I am currently drinking coffee and having my sixth apple. My dad gets ticked off because he buys two bags of apples that have approximately 14 apples in each bag and both bags are gone in two days. I am a horse. Or whatever else that consumes 28 apples in 3 days. I woke up at 6 today and had some lovely breakfast and then I ran 13km in 64 minutes (Quite slow but it was the fault of the man doing push ups, the spitting old man, and other people that would not make way and hogged the path).
Next week I shall aim for 15 km which was what I did before I went to Spain, longest ever, need to increase mileage though because I want to at least do a half marathon before I turn 18.

I HAVE FORECLOSURE. (Being aware of what I want to do in life without apparently going through any psychosocial crisis).

You know I've already wasted half an hour on this and I haven't done any reading.
(Guilt vs. Initiative)

Poem for my IOP which I have yet to write and memorise:

Death’s Song to a Lover

I look upon the man that sits alone
At his window, his eyes search for the sun
That only just is beginning to show
Its solitary rays for tomorrow.
His eyes they are so bleak, they are so sad
Oh, shall I make him smile or make him glad?
Why does he only mope, why does he cry?
The questions and the thoughts are in his mind
Of no escape.
Oh, little man, why don’t you simply wait

For me to come? I can give you the love
That you seek so, it rains from up above,
These tears of woe. I will drown you in a
Flood of sorrow. Why, you are right, my man,
There is nowhere to go. Of course you can-
not run away from me, for I appear
In everything you see. I’m always here
No matter where you tread. Oh, here I come
To fill your heart with dread.
(This is me, my darling, can’t you see?

Of course there’s nothing special about you.)
For everyone will come to know the truth
Whether you’re big or small or weak or strong
The end will come, whether you’re right or wrong.
No matter you’re a priest or scientist
My darling, you’ll never escape my kiss.
Yes I watch you, oh yes, oh yes, I do.
And here I come to devour you whole
From head to toe
And inside out, your mind, your heart, your soul.

I am your morning and your night and day
And the pillow on which your head you lay.
I lurk in corners; mouse holes; on your shelf
I know your every bit, I am your self –
And I decide when your demise should come.
I dance out of the fiery kingdom
Of self-hatred and anger that you feel
At not ever being able to hold still,
The doom of death
Of emptiness and darkness. Peace. Tranquil.

Oh, hello Sun. You’ve decided to rise.
Another day for darkness in disguise?
The little ants and men scurry nowhere,
Exchanging words and acting like they care.
They make a fuss of learning everything
But the cold truth is that they know (nothing).
I look through my own private telescope
I watch the new day that begins with hope.
If they only knew.
(Deep down below, I sit and watch and smile.)




LALALALLALALALALAALALALA

So guys I hope that will keep you satisfied for another few weeks or so.. As I said, it's back to my tempurung shell. But do give me a call/message once in a while as I do enjoy chatting and reacquainting myself with the rest of the world. It's nice to take a break sometimes. =/