It didn’t go according to plan. The e-quiz link was gone from my school’s portal 3 hours before the deadline. I haven’t studied anything yet.
I need, really, to do some solid planning if I ever want to manage my time. From tomorrow, I’ll try not to say, ‘I’ll do it tomorrow/later’. Once, I manage this, things will get better.
Logen
Have to start revision soon. I hate to leave things to the last minute. It’s just that the whole domain name investment is taking my attention. Worse, I’ve been skipping lectures.
However, I resolve to strike a balance between school and business. And blogging for 2 blogs of course!
So, my first step for tomorrow:
Priority goes to the top 2 of the list.
That said, I feel bad for neglecting this blog. Inspiration is coming back to me, but to express it adequately, I have to invest time. Time, as in days or even weeks, to pen my short fiction. I lack that time. I’ll, however, use my past works as fillers. Any objections?
Logen
I miss your playful eyes
I miss your endearing grin.
I miss your gentle touch.
I miss the scent only you give…
Maybe tonight, I’ll see you in my dreams again.
If my love be unrequited, may I sleep for evermore.
Logen
Compared to last semester, I’d say this semester is less tense. I’m more relaxed and yet there’s this feeling of emptiness. It’s like losing a loved-one but no matter how hard you try, you can’t remember who he or she is.
Speaking of which, my uncle, whom I shared a bare but profound connection with, died last Thursday. Killed by a heart-attack, they say. No doubt, I felt the loss. It even reminded me of my grandfather’s death.
The chinese funeral procession, which I attended was no comfort. It made my heart wrench when I saw my cousin sobbing.
The unfamiliarity of the rites made me feel melancholic. Within hours I was bored. I ended up laughing at the priest. It’s very much like the caveman story: Two cavemen were ready to fight each other. Then to disperse the tension, one laughed it off and the other one eventually laughed too. Laughter doesn’t necessarily mean something is funny. It can happen when someone feels threatened by an unfamiliar situation.
I felt sick when I saw my uncle lying within the coffin. My aunt was immensely brave not to have cried.
This recent death, reminds me of the impermanence of life. It reminds me that funerals are more important for the living than the dead. The dead is just dead, while the living grieves painfully for the dead.
One day, we ourselves will fade. We may leave a legacy but ultimately, the question is: Will our deeds be remembered?
Rest in peace, yi zhang(uncle). I remember your deeds.
Logen L.
When asked about my hobbies at the age of 7, I’d say I love to draw. But, as years went by, my interest in it dwindled.
Anxiety, whenever the teacher graded art, replaced the joy and freedom of drawing. Besides, I wrongly believed that sketching was an inborn ability that cannot be learnt. So, I eventually gave it up as a leisure activity.
And now, I want to take it up again. I hope to do portrait drawing. However, time, plus my knack to procrastinate, does not permit my desire. I admire kids for they can do stupid things without being mocked.
I shall add the below to my life list. Come the school-break, I must work on it.
To do a good portrait drawing
Logen
Words have failed me. I’m uninspired. I’ve sat in front of the laptop for hours and need a break.
Deep inside, I know that I’m just avoiding the need to do my homework and revision. Enough said. Time to break the procrastination cycle.
Logen
Hi, I’m Logen. Above is a picture of me. My friends think I’m crazy. I agree, though I can’t explain why.
My head brims with stories, which I’d soon like to pen. They come to me when I dream, fantasise or feel depressed. They act as a talisman against my reality that sometimes is sad. I fear it.
Reality is what we perceive to be true, while fantasy is what we hope will exist. The line is blurred between the two. One can only be hopeful.
Logen
