Monday, August 22
love is one of those enigmas you spend your entire life trying to define, only to find that definition has blinded you to its inexplicable beauty.i realised during chinese today that i spend too much time trying to define love and not enough time
loving. but before you kowtow as liz nearly did, i wrote it in english.
trying to decide whether or not to do pe tmr. oh, the trauma of swim pe! of which 8 weeks i have attended none. i really don't fancy letting my wobbly bits hang out. sigh.
history test tomorrow. haven't started studying. oh dear. too busy listening to songs. and chattng. history term paper due soon too. and lit essay. math tutorial. poor teachers.
i think i scared janet this morning with my weird ramblings on eternity, heaven and hell. honestly i don't think i grasped how endless eternity really is, until i read tuck everlasting about 2 years ago. sometimes it still scares me.
shall not ramble. shall be perfectly sane and calm.
do you ever feel your pulse beating in your fingertips? i mean everyone can hear their hearts beating when they lie with their ears covered.. but how often does your pulse throb in your fingertips?
my scab is still scabby, i believe i'll use it to get out of pe tomorrow. can't get it infected you know!! shall study in a bit. will not indulge in existential angst. will instead indulge in selfmutilation. like picking at my scab. yuck. will not swear.
it must've been love.
9:43 pm
xoxo
