Two days have simply flown by with me failing to achieve my objective of... *drumroll*... Studying. I mean, I don't even remember what I did yesterday. I didn't even get to shop today (thanks to an infuriating incident with the ATM machine). After glugging down one mug of green tea (a strong one, it had two tea bags) I am somewhat hopeful.
This brings me to my magical creation, what I call my concoction for studying. I know that's not a proper name, but whatever. It sounds like a potion that way. Anyhow, the concoction. Yes. I have shared the amazing recipe with quite a few people. By now your mind should be buzzing with curiosity. Without further ado, tis time to reveal the not-so-secret trick: one teaspoon coffee, one teaspoon regular tea and one teaspoon (or one tea bag) of green tea. Brew for a minute, and prepare your taste buds for the most awful thing they've ever tasted.
You don't even need to THINK of Retlin anymore. This mucky liquid is able to keep a normal human being up for at least six hours. AT LEAST. But alas, everything must come at a price. Without proper sleep before a test, you are more likely to panic on seeing new questions. More likely to forget things you already know and confuse them as well. I speak from experience.
So people, now that I've told you all of my secret, I've burdened you all with the great responsibility of handling it will. My advice would be to study good, study hard, but not study-I'm-gonna-cram-my-brain-to-death.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
Every Little Thing
16th January, 2012.. no, wait. 2013. Wednesday. 09:21 PM. My first blog entry.
I've had this account for quite some time but never bothered entering anything, but I guess it's about time that I start. Writing used to be my thing back when I was in the 4th grade, but ever since I lost my poetry notebook in the 6th grade I haven't devoted myself to it. What pushed me to it today though, was "Dead Poets Society". Yep, that movie from 1989. I don't know about everyone else out there, but I certainly loved it. Professor Keating worked his charm on me as well. Not that I agreed on his views regarding Pritchard's essay (I honestly thought that portraying poetry on a graph was a very nice idea), but he is the kind of teacher that we need nowadays. A teacher that can push us to think beyond the boundaries laid down by the world, and most importantly, our own minds. But that wasn't all that I loved about that movie.
I remember when I saw "Midnight in Paris"; Gil's desire to go back in time and live in an older era didn't seem familiar. I mean, why would we want to go back from this time, when we have the Internet and cool gadgets and amazing education and what not? At that time I didn't think about all those things that we DON'T have.
Now that I saw Dead Poets Society, I thought about all that they had and what we don't. The movie reminded me a lot of James Hilton's novel "Goodbye, Mr. Chips" and somewhat of Harry Potter as well. The trend of boarding schools, as well as single-sex schools has declined dramatically. Not that I would like to be in any one of the two (the latter is fine, but not better than a co-ed school), but then again, if I were, I'd have so much more to cherish. I'd cherish a walk outside. I'd get Latin classes. I'd be excited at the mere sight of a boy. Everything "fun" would be a huge risk, and that'd make it even more enjoyable.
We may be living in a world where everything is adjusted according to our needs, but we don't realize that in order to get here we have given up on so many sweet things of the past. I don't want to sound ungrateful but I would love to live in the era of the poets, where every small thing mattered. <3I've had this account for quite some time but never bothered entering anything, but I guess it's about time that I start. Writing used to be my thing back when I was in the 4th grade, but ever since I lost my poetry notebook in the 6th grade I haven't devoted myself to it. What pushed me to it today though, was "Dead Poets Society". Yep, that movie from 1989. I don't know about everyone else out there, but I certainly loved it. Professor Keating worked his charm on me as well. Not that I agreed on his views regarding Pritchard's essay (I honestly thought that portraying poetry on a graph was a very nice idea), but he is the kind of teacher that we need nowadays. A teacher that can push us to think beyond the boundaries laid down by the world, and most importantly, our own minds. But that wasn't all that I loved about that movie.
I remember when I saw "Midnight in Paris"; Gil's desire to go back in time and live in an older era didn't seem familiar. I mean, why would we want to go back from this time, when we have the Internet and cool gadgets and amazing education and what not? At that time I didn't think about all those things that we DON'T have.
Now that I saw Dead Poets Society, I thought about all that they had and what we don't. The movie reminded me a lot of James Hilton's novel "Goodbye, Mr. Chips" and somewhat of Harry Potter as well. The trend of boarding schools, as well as single-sex schools has declined dramatically. Not that I would like to be in any one of the two (the latter is fine, but not better than a co-ed school), but then again, if I were, I'd have so much more to cherish. I'd cherish a walk outside. I'd get Latin classes. I'd be excited at the mere sight of a boy. Everything "fun" would be a huge risk, and that'd make it even more enjoyable.
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