the best medicine is always bitter

I'm addicted to the apologist. I simply love Marc Basset's way with words, here's a preview:

You can learn much about the quality of a restaurant's cooking by the speed with which the food disappears into the diner's mouth. You can learn rather more if it happens to come flying out again.

I don't feel happy today. I don't know why. Must be dreading the exam results already..I don't think I'll do well. I didn't really put in much effort. ~_~ But I can't say that, now can I. There's alredy a bunch of people who got there before me. They've been at it since the exams started. ^_^

Stopped by the primary school on the way home. Things are so different. It still has that nice breeze when you sit by the benches under the huge tree near the canteen, though now it's so much more haggard.. Hear the tree whisper to you students' secrets and a piece of its thoughts. Hear the tree sigh in anguish of passing time, how it worries for its future, how it would follow in its fate similar to that of the tree by the back gate. Hear it sigh contentedly as it tells you the countless stories of the souls that had sheltered under it. Treasure the silence of the moment. And so I store the joys of the silent world into a little black box hidden in a corner of my mind. I had an urge to scribble, but I had no paper. So defeated that I couldn't be with it a little longer, I headed home.

Probably I sought solace for my troubled mind. This insignificant self that was too proud for advice. Yet it seeks comfort in form of words and thoughts. It confronts dead ends at a crossroad. When in a better state it will take up a drill and create a hole of which to crawl out of the darkness that binds it to despair. And is greeted by the clear, cold sky.