... that he choose me...

Chade, I know the Fool is strange. But I like it when he comes to talk to me. He speaks in riddles, and he insults me, and makes fun of me, and gives himself leave to tell me things he thinks I should do, like wash my hair, or not wear yellow. But (...) I like him. He mocks me, but from him, it seems a kindness. He makes me feel, well, important. That he could choose me to talk to.

 I can't get this out of my head.

The Meaning of the Blocks of Papers

Books.
Wondrous, lovely, tempting, treacherous little things.
For me it is. For me they are.

I started reading at the age of 4. I learned my alphabets fast. For a slow learner, that I picked up at a really weird pace. Quite alarming, if you think about it. For at that time, my peers, neighbours, family, siblings and friends, were picking up stones and blocks and play shooting games, or play castles -prince, princesses, dinosaurs, fishing, tiger, cat, dog, mermaid etc or simply swing and slide in the playground.

Me?

Let's go back in history.

I am Sorrow

I am not in sorrow :P

That's the name of a poem.

I AM SORROW

Just wanted to share an extract phrase on how one of my favourite character (and it seems that she's real) view refugees:

The End of Your Life - -

I woke up today felling incredibly irritable.

Literary Line-up

Pre-Calculus and Introduction to Literature, that's what I've learnt after the 2nd week of this semester. For some reason, the other 2 classes will be delayed. And here I am, mourning for the upcoming race of replacement classes. (┳Д┳)

So anyway,
          Due to many factors I wish not to type out - basically because I'm least diligent this morning - I've gotten myself energy bars! And that was for breakfast!

Ok ok, I don't really have much to share this time.
  But I'm just so super excited to read these: (the line-up of this semester's read a.k.a literature) Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ