i flip open my student diary
to look for last friday,
and instead of studious, multicoloured scrawls of
hw assignments, i find two pages
of pure, beautiful
blankness.
this is wut my academic life
is coming to, ppl...
a disregarding of everything :P
just kill me la
i don't even know wut i'm carrying
in my bag anymore.
if this sem doesn't end soon
i think my grades will nosedive thru hell.
climbing, tho, has been awesome.
we've started working out in the school gym
on thursdays, and God, does exercise feel good.
it makes you feel great about everything,
about your body, your character, your sweat, your life.
feel bored, stoned, jaded?
go climbing, ppl.
shred your tendons reaching for that next ledge,
plug your fingers into slippery granite holds,
stretch your body so hard it screams for joy.
turn your gaze on the dizzying vertical world below.
watch your challenges lie humbly
beneath your rubber-cladded toes.
take ur fill of Ceasarean victory,
and float down, breathe deep and happy,
then wait for that next wall.
odd that life shud feel so good and meaningful
while stranded at the top of a climbing wall,
but it does.
just finished
white oleander today.
beautiful language, beautiful character
(only ingrid, not astrid),
not so beautiful storyline..
but janet fitch obviously wanted it that way.
if i could write that beautifully,
so beautifully that i could cause ppl to ache,
i don't think i could lavish it on the grossness of reality.
i'd paint
my heroine out of proportion,
wash every dimension of her being into colours so vivid
it might help her step out of pages
and into the real world.
i'd give her breath the Midas touch
and let her tint the world with glorious wonder.
let every word she speaks
and every gaze she casts
leave the real world dazed in luminosity.
i mean, how much reality do we need?
let every bit of truth contain some fiction,
and every bit of fiction some truth.
life wud be a serious bitch w/o
such romanticization.
my life wud be a serious bitch w/o
beautiful books and movies.
neway, the crow-harsh appeal
of my reality's soundtrack
just screamed through the air.
bye sweethearts,
it's time for physics.