Denied.

They asked me how I knew my true love was true
I of course replied
"Something here inside cannot be denied"
They said "someday you'll find
all who love are blind"
When your heart's on fire,
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away,
I am without my love

Now knowing friends deride
The tears I try to hide
So I smile and say
"When a lovely flame dies,
Smoke gets in your eyes"

Smoke-gets-in-your-eyes.

Convince me. Please.

A man planted his yard full of sunflowers.
He watered them.
He tended them.
He watched them grow.
And they grew. And they budded. And they blossomed.

The sunflowers were the talk of the town. How bright and beautiful they were. Anyone who saw them smiled and felt warm and happy inside, at least for a moment.

The man wanted to take the sunflowers to the market so that he can buy more beautiful flowers and plant his field full of them. But the flowers he had were so beautiful. So he thought to himself, "why not wait another week, I've plenty of time?"

A week later, his friend bought a new house, and invited him over to stay. The man thought to himself, "why not, the flowers can wait, I've plenty of time."

Three days later, as he came home from his friend's house, he saw that his elderly neighbour had broke their fence. The man thought to himelf, "why not help out, the flowers can wait, I've plenty of time."

The next day, the man thought to himself, "I shall soon have sold my beautiful flowers for even more flowers,  let me celebrate with my friends. The flowers can wait, I've plenty of time."

After a day of fun, the man looked into his yard, and to his dismay, the flowers had all wilted.

They had wilted and were dry and ugly.

Speaks for Itself

Examsm

Yesterday I went up to the library to study for the Macroeconomics exam (GASP Moses does Econ!?!?! No Waizzz, whut degree's he doing??) I found myself staring at the same paragraph repeatedly, falling asleep, waking up five minutes after and re-reading said paragraph, and falling asleep again. Rinse, Lather, Repeat. It would be half an hour before I turn the page in attempt to simulate actual studying. And what does that remind me of? Those halycon days of the HKCEE, when I'd get up early, go to the classroom and be the only one there, in my favourite corner. Reading the same damn paragraph on economics over and over until I fall asleep.                                               
                                                               Rinse, Lather, Repeat.

Repeat.

In hong kong, that's like....
you know....

a dirty word 

Go through it all again, the sufferings again, those late night cramming. And past papers.
What the hell is with past papers? That's like the only thing my asian friends who are from asia care about getting their hands on. What good are they to you? More practice? Why do we even need practice?! The bloody theoretical knowledge should be all that we need for an exam. They tell you lies about everything anyway! There's a billion assumptions underlying even the simplest model. ATOMS and the void y'all!

On a lighter note: paper airplanes. I was obsessed with them, as some of you may recall. Those late nights of not studying, going onto what was once the two-basketball courts on the ground level and flying all these wonderful designs. You wouldn't believe the best one I'd ever made. It was shaped like a moth and it's wings flapped when it flew. No, you wouldn't believe it.

Any bloodyway, I've got a paper due in a couple of hours.

Rinse, Lather, Repeat.
You KNOW that someone, somewhere, is still in the shower.

MMmm

I say today has got to be the best day of the month of July. Of course I mean so far.
It was nice and cool.
Got to do much.
'cept kayaking. A big 'pology to the O-man, completely slipped my mind. I was hoping for the weather to persuade me otherwise. It might have been red in the morning (that's right, nobody knew that), but boy was the afternoon fiIIIIIiiiine.

Boo.