Ideal House

My smile's going stale. How long was I supposed to grin? Until I wore down and accepted my fate, or sometime before?

Study day no. 1.

I suppose I'm going to turn this blog from a shoddy poetry blog to a study one. Main reason is because I'm hoping this will motivate at least some people to study for the things they care about, even if the only person motivated is me.

In terms of schoolwork done, my weekend wasn't overly productive, but I'm not too bothered since I didn't have a lot of work anyway and had a great time with my friends instead.

I also went to a bookstore and local cafe. I haven't started reading the book yet but I hope it's good (it was a bit of an impulse buy).

What I got done:

Ancient History notes.

The meat of a Chemistry assessment.

Some reading for Literature.

Biology notes.

As this is my first studyblr post, I don't yet know how often I'll post, but hopefully it will be soon!

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

How often do you taste the wind on your face? Let it whip the leaves around you? Standing in a hurricane of nature, the creation not your own.

I'd rather that than a hurricane of worry. Each day I add another leaf to my pile. Taste it on my face as it wraps itself around me.

But for now, I shall not turn away when nature spins beside me.

I don't know how much energy I have left for writing. I'm tired, and maybe this is giving up. Or maybe it's not.

Maybe it's more like sleep (even though I've been sleeping already for far too many years). Like rest, like rain pouring down on hot summer soil.

I'd like to think that way.

But maybe it is giving up.

And that's okay too.

There is an owl at my school.

Our friendship deader than the sea on which we sailed,

Too long ago on a cloudless night.

Maybe if I'd known better then, I would've paused,

And never let myself drift out of sight.

The fact that potassium nitrate is used in both ham and gunpowder is wild to me.

Hi all,

It's November, and, like an ant standing before an inescapable tidal wave, I have been hit by a deluge of exams. Alas.

The above pictures show a practice response to an past Indonesian exam, which is what I have been focusing on today.

What I've gotten done the past two days:

Two practice literature essay introductions

Analysis of past literature essays

A literature past paper

An Indonesian past paper

Hopefully I can complete a few more literature and Indonesian paragraphs tonight, however, the exhaustion is setting in and I'm not inclined to push it.

Instead, I'm trying to focus on the little things. When the door to the exam room closes, and the answer booklets are all sent off in a flurry of paper and half-finished answers, the world outside will still tick on. The rain will still fall. The trees will still cast patterned shadows on the grass outside. Exams may be much, but they are not everything, and the world outside them is far greater, and wider, than will ever be able to be expressed by a leaky pen in a mere three hours.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

Yellowed fragments of summer grass, The days are long but go too fast. Midnight moons light my dreams, Of mundanity found in the crowns of queens.

Hi, I'm back again!

School has been intense recently, but I've (mostly) caught up with everything, so it should be smooth sailing for a few weeks now!

Speaking of sailing, and boats, and books, of course, I've started annotating my copy of Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness for school. Hopefully rereading it won't be so confusing as the initial reading was.

The other photo above are of my notes on William Blake's poem The Little Black Boy, or rather notes on the essay Liberatory Christianity and the Perception of Race in "TLBB".

What I got done today:

Literature notes.

Literature annotating.

Biology revision.

Also, I apologise for my rather bad quality photos. Whenever I write these posts (or think about writing them) I always wish my camera was a little more sharp, or my skills a little more intuitive. It always quietly amazes me how study bloggers can manage to capture such beautiful shots.

But I suppose my own stumbling efforts do have their own unique flair; a sense of personal authenticity to them, that reflects the imperfect and the mundane, mirroring back the glamourless way life (and studying) so often plays out.

Well.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!