i'd always adore juggling with big words, and frequently screen my compositions with them, literary or simple blog posts. i just find it amusing to fit in huge words (:
but big words could rotate to a whole new point where it draws frustration, juggling ur mind.
in this case, im referring to the NSW english test, which i whacked the meaning of half the words played with.
compliments are there, for life's sake, of being laid with thick layers of blarney. but i'd never trusted them to thrust me to a higher grade, languange wise.
it never really did, after all.
and among the thoughts evoked throughout the paper,
she's going to kill you, had nudged me the most.
nerding sessions havent been going parallelly to the schedule.
my miserable schedule, sparring me nothing but time for loo and sleep, and eventually having me not sticking to it, like now.
it's devastating to just contemplate what ur mind is up to. first, u'd feel all self-contented in coming up, successfully, with a heaped schedule and having keen faith in yourself about following it.
and then, u end up going online and blog, telling the whole world your idiocracy about not following ur schedule and how depressing it is.
the shell does all the drama,
have you ever thought that i'd so much running in my mind?
it's a continuos treadmil..
