Feeling guilty because...

- I'm being very slow at doing Maths and Physics stuff... didn't even touch Chemistry. I know I can't finish revising.

- And still I want celebrate my birthday in style (inclusive of fireworks spelling out my name, viewable nationwide)

- My mother has spent her 30th birthday giving birth to me, screaming in what I think must be a mix of pain and orgasm (in a disproportional ratio, of course), and all I bothered to buy was Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf coffee powder for her

- I've been sleeping so much and yet I still feel sleepy all the time

- Actually I don't feel like revising at all, because I can't do half the questions on my maths practice papers and it makes me just what to curl up in my Emo Corner and write emo poems

- Feeling lerthargic and useless

- And unproductive

- And keep thinking about the holidays

- Plus, I shouldn't be blogging right now

Rite of Spring by Seamus Heaney

So winter closed its fist
And got it stuck in the pump.
The plunger froze up a lump

In its throat, ice founding itself
Upon iron. The handle
Paralysed at an angle.

Then the twisting of wheat straw
into ropes, lapping them tight
Round stem and snout, then a light

That sent the pump up in a flame
It cooled, we lifted her latch,
Her entrance was wet, and she came.

... don't even ask me why.