thinking of....

how the prelims are over and i can finally indulge in something i haven't done in about a month..

Columns of books,
My mind intricately bounded by their spines.
A dog-earred page uncurls memories.
Bittersweet for it's an irksome dependance for knowledge.
It's a love-hate realtionship.

i read 3 books in one go!

whee!

o-kay, this is coming from a self confessed bookaholic.

yups, so what's a better way to celebrate then to read books vociferously right after a self imposed long break? i didn't want to read any old book from home so i popped by the school library and there were actually treasures waiting for me!

haha, that's a tad bit of exaggeration but i managed to pick up three books i wanted to read for a long time and one which i piqued my interest. two of the three are chick-lit(erature) books. Shopaholic and Sister and Shopaholic in Manhattan. I enjoyed them tremendously. Nothing like a bit of bimbotic junk and sharp wit to bust all the remanants of the exams. otherwise i'll have residual 'naptha', 'bitumen' and 'Better to be a witty fool than a foolish wit' tendrils floating around my brain, terrorising me. speaking of that, tomorrow we are getting the results...

then i also had Lord of the Flies which i only finished half. i guess most of you will probably approve of this one. Of course, well written and it's creepy. it's ominous; little boys die...

then a random pick of Excerpts of Diaries from War torn Areas or somewhat similar. there are excerpts from the palestine conflict, northern ireland * ss girls, TINK!* and world war II *history girls, TINK!TINK!* . haha but i borrowed it not for academic purposes. it's rather depressing, i'm sitting at home. sheltered, warm and contented. then a sense of guilt for the pleasures i'm partaking overwhelms me. it's an enlightening read.

hmms, i also had plenty of time to pen poems. that's what you do when you realise life's not only about frantic mugging :)

so here's one.

Beautiful Girl

I don't like her.
She is beautiful.
She has pouty, bee-stung lips
And rosy cheeks.

Prominent cheekbones;
Greyish blue irises;
Thick eyelashes;
Abundance of dark brown hair;
Tendrils frame her
Heartshaped face.
Boys often stare.

She makes a slender silhouette.
There is not an ounce of fat.
Skin is porcelain white,
Smooth as freshly churned butter.
Graceful is the word for her gestures.
She exudes elegance at every measure.

The inky mascara applied earlier on,
Drips like tears down her rouge.
Her eyes are vacant.
B-L-A-N-K.
Like a deer caught in headlights.
Her fingers are limp, unmoving.
No spontanetity.
N-O-T-H-I-N-G.

Suddenly,
I pity her.
She is beautiful.
YES!
A mere lifeless doll.