(love song, with two goldfish)

(He's a drifter, always

floating around her, has
nowhere else to go. He wishes
she would sing, not much, just the scales;
or take some notice,
give him the fish eye.)

(Bounded by round walls
she makes fish eyes
and kissy lips at him, darts
behind pebbles, swallows
his charms hook, line and sinker)

(He's bowled over. He would
take her to the ocean, they could
count the waves. There,
in the submarine silence, they would share
their deepest secrets. Dive for pearls
like stars.)

(But her love's since
gone belly-up. His heart sinks
like a fish. He drinks
like a stone. Drowns those sorrows,
stares emptily through glass.)

(the reason, she said
she wanted)
(and he could not give)
a life
beyond the
(bowl)

Indecisive

UBC or McGill?

It's May tomorrow.

I've separated my work areas. Now, my bedroom is specifically for History and English, and my other room is for the sciences and math. I'm pretty sure I've spent more time preparing to study than actually studying.

Last day of high school today. As cliche as it sounds, walking through the halls of the high school for the first time in Grade 9 really did feel like yesterday - a very long day of happiness and sadness; peace and conflict; relaxation and stress. I suppose I'll miss it, but I am more than ready to finally move on.

4 days left until I pass through those gates;
11 days left before I cross the river Styx;
19 days left before I climb up Satan's back to see the glittering stars shining again...

You know you're IB when...

You know you're IB when you procrastinate from studying history by studying chemistry and biology instead.

12 days left... I wish I had better memory retention for history. :(

Last day of high school tomorrow, woah. I'm sure photographs will be taken, but unfortunately, I'll probably look like a half-alive wraith in most of them as a result of my severe lack of sleep.

Oh, boohoo.

I swear I forget the things I read for history two minutes later. It doesn't really stick in my head when I'm trying to cram the history of the past century into my head in the span of about two and a half weeks.

FML. I wish the clocks would stop ticking.