i was strolling home one day from an evening jog, gyrating to the music from my mp3. it was a usual route back home which is anything but fancy. yet, this walk home took a turn for the magical when i witnessed a falling leaf. the simple act of the leaf's swaying descent captured me.

i have always found those poets who talk about minute little things like a crying baby, a couple fishing by the river or a stupid pen (think seamus heaney) rather amusing and wonder why they talk about these things to torture my soul 450years later. yes, literature students think these are lame too.

but at that very moment when the leaf descended, swishing and rhythm-coordinated, my heart was suddenly seized with poetic exclamations and a surge of fervour. i could finally understand what the irritating authors, from jeanette winterson to john banville meant when they said they were "moved". i was, at that moment, moved by the falling leaf too.

well, that does not put me in the league of those great poets. probably, even further from them. right after that precious moment, i continued my goofy walk, gyrating and rocking the upbeat song on my mp3, completely unchanged from before. but one thing's for sure, that moment assured me of the literary running deep in my blood- and that itself, puts me in the same league as any other legendary literary heroes of all time. this is in fact, spoken on behalf of all passionate literature students. or really, just anybody who loves the literary.

it really is courage to pursue what you love even if it bodes a tumultuous future.

after every major exam, i would never understand why i had wanted it to end so quickly in the first place. and this is precisely why you see 2 blog posts in less than 24hours. yes, i am

bored.

what do i do when i am bored? i go to the salon to cut my hair.
and whenever that happens, not only am i still bored, i get depressed.
why do i get depressed? because i still don't look like a hot superstar.

yes, every trip to the hair salon is a hope that with one snip, i can become as hot and as precious as those strutting mannequins at victoria's secret runway show (not that i want to strip and strut with undies on the platform... or maybe i do). right, back to the topic; i want to look like a superstar.

well, i know that it is almost impossible to live in this fantasy when i leave my hairdo to a 45yr-old aunty who works for a salon she can't wait to get out of and has a nagging toothache and the shop name is called mei taiwan which literally translates to beautiful taiwan. that probably explains my deep misery for an impossible dream.

and when murphy's law (what will go wrong will go wrong) seems to always happen on me, i have decided i am going to snap out of my self-inflicted boredom and current depression over lost hair and do something useful. like reading my #465 book (within 4 months okay) or googling about [the destination] that i will be heading to, writing the long due emails for ove or maybe, just entertaining those of you as bored as me with an entry or two, or three, or four, or ten.

or you know, just shut up.
okay.

i want to have my exams all over again.

the heat comes on and you feel your body emitting persperation.
the entire world seems to have stopped
revolving because it senses an imminent darkness. it
is going to happen; the clock ticks faster than it should.
and finally, it stops when

he says "you may now turn over the paper".
the moment
of revelation, all the efforts have been channelled to these few lines of questions
for the past 4 months. this is it, the questions
sprawled for your disposal.

but all that i could think about?

what should i have for lunch later? hrmph...
that is a very tough question.

what do i do when i am stressed up?
this, i have to figure out soon, since i will have 5 more sems and a lifetime to stress over.

i resorted to pretty violent stress busters when i was a little younger. it kind of worked everytime i faced stress studying or in my multitudes of ccas in secondary school. to be frank, it was one of the best ways i have discovered that gave me temporal relief from any hints of bugger stress. tried and tested, results irreplaceable with other methods.

when i am stressed out, i pull out strand after strand of my left eyebrow (must be left because i write with my right) with my bare fingers. and by pulling, i mean:

1) secure the lucky strand on my brow with my fingers
2) get ready to execute a 70deg to the left pull
3) get ready mentally for the seering pain after that
4) pluck it with the utmost prowess that will induce tears in my eyes (and yours too, if you look)
5) stop if i do remember i will look weird with one eyebrow
6) repeat cycle if i don't

well, guys probably wouldn't understand the measure of pain plucking your eyebrows. let's just say you should only try it when no one is at home. you should have guessed what happened during 'O' levels. i pulled out practically a gaping hole in my brow. no kidding. and what happens when the "brow hole" (that's what i like to call it) becomes obvious? i wait for it to grow back again before repeating the whole cycle all over.

i am not exactly a sadist normally. but i do resort to pretty drastic to get my point across:

I AM FREAKING STRESSED UP, STAY AWAY.
well, that was when i was younger.

now? i just warn you on my blog.