this was my ARTOFLIFE

ivory and black.

such impressionable words
like cultivated pearls

deceptive in their nature

you always liked
to play the blame game
what else do you want me to say?

sometimes your speeches

they make me laugh
especially in times like this
dramatic irony.
if only our lives were to be a play: days of our lives?

eh? what did you say?

your words they build roads
to advance on and some
are poniards in disguise
on the offensive
I swallow them.

(yoroshiku onegaishimasu ne?)

I don't know whether this is a spot of good luck or bad luck.

But I sure as hell know this warrants a gigantic and dramatic font.

Here it goes:


ahem.

Yeah, so it clashes with my Cambridge trip and I'll have to ask Ms Lim to write a letter so that I can get the freaking exam rescheduled. Omfg indeed.

So in the end, either the exam will be brought forward, which I seriously hope not or I'm fucked. Or it'll be pushed back, in which I will dedicate an entire animal as sacrifice to whatever heathen gods that would answer my prayer. Joking, of course.

anyway, the whole point of this freaking post is just to show how alarmed and unprepared I am.