hello world, it's been a while

been working on quite a fair bit for my lit (comparatively, of course). i realise i've lost the intuitive ability to understand those nuances; it's a funny thing, like how sometimes you get the answers to a problem and you don't know why yourself. i miss that old part of me; it's strange how you never treasure anything until it's lost


exams haven't been fantastic. but i might say it but i'll never contemplate giving up, not after all i've put in, not after how much i know i've improved. i think if you don't get what you're after even after all the effort you've put in then you've got to put up your hands and concede that it's not going to be yours. whatever happens in the future i'll take the path gladly, but i'll not lose sight of the final goal

and i realise i haven't been a very good friend to all those around me this year. i've been too caught up in my high-handed idealism, picking on little things without realising i'm equally flawed myself, clinging on to the past without treasuring all the good people around me. hmm if any of you happen to read this i'm sorry i love you guys

okay it's back to lit and rescuing my physics goodbye


PS: and to anyone who has been tolerating my rants of late thanks =)