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Wednesday, November 05, 2003

alright.. have you people from elithons opened that brown envelop with the school address on it yet? well i have and i didn't get the honours thesis topic i wanted. how strange. and i thought what i wanted to do was obscure enough "Christianity/Biblical symbols in contemporary writing/culture". wonder who was the lucky bastard who got the picking.

so i'm stuck with my second choice which i have not put much thought in... coz i never thought i would get it!! "Major British 20th century poets". there's seamus heaney, there's dylan thomas but how am i going to skewer them together?? what on earth can i do to/with/about them...

how hellish this night is. to tell you honestly, i got depressed when i saw i didn't get what i had planned for initially. really depressed. i had just reached home after nearly an hour and a half car ride where i puked from nausea and gastric. the puking was strangely anti-climax since i had been coughing and hacking the entire day; every cough was like a mini puke, mini death in itself. the world spins and my eyes water. and then i have to gather myself and move on.
but after working myself into a state of agitation, i've somehow slipped off the top and am walking now, through the hazy thoughts in my head.

Things are not bleak. There's just nothing there now and suddenly the future seems completely emptied out of bright ideas and directions. quite liberating but certainly not comforting at all.

well, moving on now...

posted by happyhannon at 9:50 PM