Incorrigible

Lets face it, some things never change. Like I how I still blatantly depart this earth (no, I'm not dead. Yet. If that was what you're thinking. Sorry to disappoint some of you out there) to reside or perhaps, preside, in my fantastical realms within the limited boundaries of imagination found in the various games I play. Be it roaming in the realms of Oblivion, imagining myself as a famed, football manager grabbing quadruples with impunity or ruling a civilization from the age of stones and woods to lasers and, well, more lasers. As the day passes, I feel more and more lost to the touch of humanity, the reality of student life, and perhaps, the meaning to live?


The resolve and the determination to bounce back from mid year disappointments just fades away like the wind. Strong when it comes, gone after a moment. Some things just never change....never change....


Form 4 . It gets. On. Your. Neck.
Form 5. Mutilates. You. Entirely.
Form 6. Shreds. You. To. Meaty. Humanoid. Dust.

This IS upper secondary life. Summarized for viewing...pleasure.

Piss out.

Chicken scare again, the weathers humid. And I am getting humid as well. Apologies in advance if you ever catch me in a somewhat fowl foul mood.

Dark redemption, First and Final.

Additional Mathematics : 65%
History : 68%


Not good.
Not good enough.
Not good enough when roughly 80% of the (super) students in my class strikes 80% (for add maths) or 70% (history) and above. And even 90+ for Add Maths. With one fella getting 98%. I just can't understand them.
(Or rather, perhaps they just can't understand me and my (uber) crappi-ness when it comes to intricate maths, remembering facts, and possibly, my feeble scientific knowledge)

Even getting this:

EST : 86% (so-called "highest" in class)
and
Modern Mathematics: 89%


...doesn't change the fact that I'm still hundreds of acres, miles, kilometres, whatever, behind them. Lagging like a slow old cow chasing after a cheetah.


And, theres still Physics and Chemistry, among others, to chew upon. Will be getting my "death warrants" in due time.


And so its time to change. Even though past records of my attempts to do so are not in my favour, but I have no choice, but to do so.



My First and Final chance of redemption (for form 4, at least) comes in October (approximately). Crunch time.





The.Darker.Inner.Mind.Speaks.
Why am I talking about myself now?
Like I have anything else to blog about?
I didn't even have time for the newspapers during holidays.
Can't blame me for History, was sick the whole damn week before exams.
Can't blame me for Add Maths, I just don't like it in the first place.

Work all night, He does.

"All the night" the Lord was working,
Working in the tempest blast,
Working with the swelling current,
Flooding, flowing, free and fast.

"All the night" God's children waited-
Hearts, perhaps in agony-
With the enemy behind them,
And, in front, the cruel sea.

"All the night" seemed blacker darkness
Than they ever saw before,
Though the light of God's own presence
Near them was, and sheltered o'er.

"All the night" that weary vigil
Passed; the day at last did break,
And they saw that God was working
"All the night" a path to make

"All the night" O child of sorrow,
Can you not your heartbreak stay?
Know your God in darkest midnight
Works, as well as in the day.