Selcouth.: Carve Out Your Name

So addicted to Hey Monday's 'Homecoming'.

My problem with music is, I remember the songs more than I remember the singers and bands. Most of the time, I don't even care to know who sang what.

Just found out from YiTing a few days ago that they sang 'Homecoming'.

Reminds me of Kanye West.

My darlings did not make it to the nationals. At least Pn. Lim and they themselves thought they did well enough. To me, it really doesn't matter. The reputation and the prize are mere puffs. What matters most is that my darlings had fun on stage and enjoyed acting.

Anyway, SBS didn't want to go to the nationals because of SPM (something tells me they're faking humility, I just don't buy that excuse). What is funnier is that they're quarantined 'cause the main actress caught influenza A(H1N1).

Talk about coincidence. And fate.

I just damn suka camwhore in college now. Sometimes the library can be boring, even for me. It's just a place for me to read late Victorian novels and laugh at the awkward flirtings they used to engage in, or simply to do my Maths homework.

My research on revenge tragedy of blood, Seneca, Thomas Kyd and Niccolò Machiavelli. Librarians may even record a demerit in my file if I twit. And the library doesn't have a copy of Machiavelli's 'The Prince', so what do you expect me to do with my free time?

If James Tan is there I can play with the hair on his macho hands. For macho reasons, he wears strings on both hands. Decides to wear them till he dies.

Some people have the weirdest ideas. Oh, he likes 'Teardrops On My Guitar'!!

Definitely not going to read this unless Mrs. Dharma gives us reading assignments.

One thing about law books by Catherine Elliot and Frances Quinn is that they don't give straight forward definitions. Sometimes they don't even give definitions. Talk about lawyers... and they say us Literature students are the ones who beat around the bush.

Which is so much like me.

After what happened during Literature class yesterday, I felt the need to go to God. After all, I was the one who asked Him to help me give unique interpretations in literature. I don't want to be just another literature student who gives the generally accepted interpretation.

Sometimes I want to be like Grace and Deidre who see things in a different light.

And though my tears wouldn't stop I felt calmer. It's good to worship Him with people I know and who care.