The 'R' word

So,

not in an unexpected manner the prelims are going as fast as they have come. Going, not gone, but going and going fast and they will be gone in a matter of days which will come and go and be gone in a matter of days - which is fast. I am now examining the Heart of Darkness in greater detail, meaning I will do more than read it lying down on the sofa/bed. Ah, Marlow and his musings. Figure Conrad had much fun penning all his cheem-ness down and looking at it in self-congratulatory glee at the end of it. Now Literature students like me have got to trudge through (or savour?) his verbal excretions (or genius?), to varying degrees of cluelessness (or relating to?). Seriously now, Joseph.
Hmm but you do write pretty well.

So,

=(

Sweaty palms + 3 hrs of writing = :(

Can't believe it... my forearm this afternoon was really feeling the effects of probably the most writing I've done in my life in a week. You need more than finger muscles! And I think I might need an overgrip for my pen haha... sigh, econs tomorrow and then to celebrate Hari Raya and then Lit then Math then a bit of celebration next wednesday!

O.O

Currently readying my H3 paper for submission. Have been at it for couple of hours, albeit without much fruition. Quite painful trying to sort out a 3.5k word essay. At this point in my life I think it is about as far as I can be streteched intellectually...

Anyway, first two papers, arguably the two that need least preparation, have come and gone. Week of hols ahead will be painful... ouch ouch ouch.

YP outing tomorrow, some EPL, church on Sunday. Trying to limit myself to these distractions through the hols hehe.

Toodles! (lol i think this is the funniest way to ciao... and gayest too.)

Prelims start tomorrow!

Could very well have been J1 CT1 tomorrow!

I Cannot Tell

(On the greatest teacher!)


I cannot tell why He whom angels worship
Should set His love upon the sons of men
Or why, as shepherd, He should seek the wanderers
To bring them back, they know not how or when

But this I know, that He was born of Mary
When Bethlehem's manger was His only home
And that He lived at Nazareth and laboured
And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world is come.

I cannot tell how silently He suffered
As with His peace He graced this place of tears
Or how His heart upon the cross was broken
The crown of pain to three and thirty years

But this I know, He heals the broken-hearted
And stays our sin and calms our lurking fear
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden
For yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world is here.

I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship
When at His bidding every storm is stilled
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled

But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture
And myriad, myriad human voices sing
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth will answer
At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world is King!