times are hard, and i've been too busy trying to keep my head up above the water (still unsuccessful), i haven't got to blog yet. anyway, prelims just ended with literature paper 4 and everyone's already 'imagining (our own ideal) other worlds'. and reality came crashing on me when rajan announced that it was only 6 weeks away from a levels and i was cruelly reminded hat i have barely a week for each subject, and unlike the rest of my classmates who are more or less prepared, i am only probably 30% or even less. its so terrifyingly scary.
anyway, i'll just blog a brief one on my birthday. it was done exactly the way i'd have planned for it myself, it was totally simple, straight-forward and just enjoyable and relaxing. its the kind of spontaneous thing we'd be doing on any other normal day, spontaneous, simple, but made perfect with his company. the only regret was waking up late and ruining his plans for a movie before going to where he brought me to, and worse of all, making him wait for almost 3 hours ):
but we all had family dinners in the evening so we headed back earlier that day, and mommy and daddy brought me to Senso for a nice meal (: i feel like i'm most fortunate because i got to spend my 18th with the people whom i love most.
oh, and the 2 fishes was one of his birthday gift for me (we each had a pair), but sadly, mine died the next day, and my tank's deadly cause every single fish i put in ended up dying the next day, and i still don't know what went wrong ))):
and as of now, we have about 15 baby guppies if i'm not wrong, so adorable (:
i reckon its a sign of studying too hard, because while studying for my lit paper yesterday, i was (suddenly) attracted and completely drawn to Edgar Allen Poe's 'Annabel Lee' and i'm beginning to kind of like his work actually. and i'm always ranting on about how i hate things because i have to study them to be tested on (like science for example), but i think i'm clearly proven wrong (or at least for the case of literature), because if i wasn't tested on it, i'd never know about the anapaestic rhythm of Annabel Lee can showcase child-like naivete and young love, and i probably would never be this fascinated.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud one night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling -my darling -my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea -
In her tomb by the sounding sea.