Never thought I'd say this but....................

I kinda miss chemistry class.
Okay okay, what I mean is we're learning about isotopes now and I did that two years ago. Two years of having those facts engraved in your mind in Mrs Lakshmi's voice! And now I'm doing it all over again. I finish the exercises given in minutes, while everyone else is confused and takes ages. Ughhh I hate being two years behind! It's the same with maths! I've done simultaneous equations in Year 10! Like, okay, it's easy, but I want to learn new things!
yeah anywayssss

Writing is killing me

           “You look kinda sad today,” the voice of the purple haired girl echoes in the two parallel worlds of mirror reflection.

            He can see it in front of him. The strange, yet familiar, sadness in his eyes. They look orange under the bright bathroom light, irises encircled by a thin trail of brown. Brown, the colour associated with the warmth of chocolate and caramel, the colour of comfort and strength, is twisted into its complete opposite by two instruments of sight. He stares. They stare back. The cold orange-tinted eyes reflect the mirror image in their glacial rigidity, distorting the transformed image into that of an infinite parallel reality. Resembling a menacing layer of ice on the still surface of bristly-cold water, the untouched worlds and speckled patterns shine from deep under the plane of the iris. Intertwined curlicues of muscle tissue form tiny notions of unexplored universes, urging to the deep well of the pupil. The well he is drawn into. The abyss that is consuming and ominously inviting. The hole he is falling in.

            What if Stephen does not care?

Why am I doing this to myself? Why? Why?
Anyway... I started school yeah it's pretty chill. I probably had the best first day experience ever because this time I actually had the confidence to enjoy myself.

Change

You know how they say that it's great to listen to the songs you've listened to when you were sad and realise how happy you are now. But can we talk about being sad and listening to the music you listened to when you were happy. Yeah it's kind of heartbreaking.
I started writing again. It's great. It's frustrating. It makes me angry, but I get extremely happy whenever I use semicolons or complicated figures of speech. It's great.

“Good luck,” Stephen laughs. A small zephyr melts the heat as transparent lace-like clouds form in the pale sky. Their shadow covers up the sunned fields of wheat, creating a moment that does not bear the definition of time. It is like the conversation is omnipresent and can be found in absolutely everything. As he walks, the grey walls of dirty mundane buildings trap him in the passage of heavy memories. Every corner pierces him, reminding him of Stephen’s distant voice. He is compressed; he is trapped. The conversation haunts him. Every little word, every sentence said, every distorted sound of the poor internet connection. It is engraved in the mundane walls and the sunned fields of wheat. It is engraved in the transparent lace-like clouds. It is engraved in him.

Man, I love it. I love writing. Doodled my OCs this morning.
Also I'm almost at 1k followers on instagram! Yas! <3
Listening to music that I used to love when I still had big dreams. The taste of coffee, fur coat, the smell of winter in the dark. It hurts a bit.

IGCSE results gahhhhh!!

So I got my IGCSE results back today. Holy crappu! Didn't expect any of that. You know how I always go on about how much I hate Literature and how it's useless and all that... I spent the whole of Year 11 doing nothing in that class. Absolutely nothing. I would message Dasha, draw on my desk, stare into space. I only handed in one essay throughout the entire year and guess what?! 91%!!! What? How?
History A* was expected. I have a shrine dedicated to that subject, after all.
A for Art! What? I was aiming for like a C. Maybe a B. 86% wow!
Another pleasant surprise 68% in French! I passed! Okay, that might sound a bit pathetic, but my French grammar is awful, I can't speak it, it's my 3rd language and the exam was for native speakers. I'm so happy! <3
Now this is what shocked me the most. I got an A in Chemistry! And not just an A, an 89% A! What? I couldn't remember my ion analysis on the actual day of the exam. What sorcery is this?
Also, surprise! I didn't fail Physics! I got a B yesss! I don't even know how. I remember the day before the exam, Dasha and I tried to learn the formulae and I barely knew them. I read about the Gulags during that class! How did I get a B?
Maths didn't really surprise me.
Biology. Eh. I thought I'd get a B, but I got an A.
My highest was German. That exam was a joke.
Okay, now English language. Oh my... Basically, I wrote gay fanfiction for that exam. Gay fanfiction. That's my life achievement, okay? Like I'll put that on my CV or whatever. I can just imagine the examiner correcting my work like woah the way she compared his eyes to the blue sky is so creative dat metaphor, oh wait...They're kissing! No that's a sin! 0/10! Who am I kidding? My writing was probably bad xD But a B isn't that bad so I'm satisfied.
Moral of the story: don't take your exams seriously! ^_^ I gave up on studying and fooled around with my friends a lot, but didn't fail any of them. Also, I will never forgive the people who chose exam studying over hanging out with me. <3

I'm trash. My secret account has 400 followers now. What even? Also, I posted this pic on tumblr and it got 200 notes 0.0

Title?

So I've been studying Economics, Law and French Literature. It's going well I guess.
Started writing again, which is kind of relaxing.
Anything else?
Nah...

Suddenly, he can distinguish the familiar essence of words. They speak out of the screen with the sound of crunchy autumn leaves and the smell of fresh spring sunshine. They feel like the piercing January snow, which burns ungloved hands with the fire of coldness. They smell like morning-flavoured conditioned air and the sound of a crow’s call. They shine out of the damp-coloured darkness with the light of hope. They stand out like a peculiar-shaped purple ink blob on the boring-lined schoolbook. They are happiness. 

Oh god

Guys, guys... I now have a tumblr. Hell froze over. I have a tumblr. And not just any tumblr. A tumblr fan page. First I started writing fanfiction, now this. Someone save me. I disgust myself. I'm trash. Yeah idek...

Top 5 Books to Read

1Q84 Haruki Murakami 

To be honest, I could’ve never imagined that I would finish this 900 page novel. I remember I was at the book store with a friend and picked up 1Q84 because it was the biggest book on the shelf. Jokingly, I said that I would never be able to even get half way through it and wouldn’t expect anyone to finish it all. But, as soon as I read the first sentence, I knew that I would not be able to put it down. Why? Because Murakami is a genius. I don’t know how he does that, but the book is written in such a way that you are drawn in by its first words and can’t stop yourself from turning the pages until you reach the last sentence. The language is in no way flowery or beautiful, but its straight-forward realism gives you such a vivid description of the setting and the characters that, by the end of the book, you feel like you know them personally.

Summary: 1Q84 follows the lives of Aomame, a fitness instructor, who kills unfaithful and violent men in revenge, and Tengo, who works as a mathematics teacher at a local cram school, while writing fiction in his free time. Although very different, their destinies are intertwined in the surreal world they both end up in.

The novel doesn’t have the typical “introduction-climax-resolution” structure, but is rather like a jigsaw puzzle, in which you can’t see the complete picture, until the last piece is put into place. In other words, as you read the story, it seems like a 900-page piece of description with barely any action, until you get to the last chapter and realise that everything has reached a conclusion.

Would I recommend the book? Definitely! 1Q84 (surprisingly) doesn’t force any kind of message on you. It doesn’t have the “moral of the story” and doesn’t leave you thinking. At least, that’s what I felt after I finished it. However, it did teach me a couple of things about writing and how you can structure a piece of writing in an alternative way. (It also taught me how depressing being an adult is.)

Side note: this was the only Murakami book I’ve read, so I can’t compare it to his other work. According to many internet reviews, this isn’t his best work, but, hey, I enjoyed it.

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