i was sharing awhile ago with the other lit people in class about how the subject was like. and we concluded that it was something like this:

it teaches you how to read between the lines, and then you have imagine that something is there for you to comment on. and after you pretend that you can see something to write about, you write a whole lot of crap about how the invisible spaces in between lines actually complement the visible words.

i thought that was rather true. somehow like how life is.

but nevertheless i still find literature an exciting and interesting topic that is very different from the normal math and science. which makes it a really good contrasting subject. okay im just trying to convince myself i didn't make the wrong decision taking the leap of faith to take up literature in the As.

i think im such a boring blogger now. i toned down quite a bit since last time, and now my blog is full of explicit and to the point stuff, no more colorful language. but i don't care anyway. i don't actually write for people to see and crave for people to look at my blog. its just a personal journal for myself really. but i wouldn't mind sharing, would i?

anyway. happy mid autumn's festival. i love raffles hotel's mooncakes!

life's like a little water fountain, you are born with the definite amount of water in the reservoir, how spectacular you lead your life, how high the water shoots. but then the water always keeps crashing back down, and the cycle will repeat itself. until one day you just run out of power to oppose gravity. and you're left with a stagnant pool of water