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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Friday, September 8
I feel like a headless chicken. Running in circles, aimlessly, and dying.

Too much to do, too little time. Typical Singaporean student gripe during the exam period? More like the typical CJ Art student's gripe.

Haworth's insisting we submit our prep boards / final piece on the 14th. My intense studying papers start on the 11th and run to the 15th. My prep boards / final piece is still incomplete. I have not started studying. I do not know where to start. I am a headless chicken. Hear my last squawk.

During Art today:
[Eileen shows Haworth photoshopped photographs for final piece]
H: And when will they all be done?
E: I'm hoping to complete them by this weekend, then they can go to the printers and be back by Thursday.
H: That's tomorrow, you've alot to do, better get cracking.

Yew beeetchh.

The end of this weekend's Sunday. 10th September 2006, 12 midnight. Or in Eileen's concept of time, only when I decide to sleep will the 11th come.

This is a nightmare. I need respite from time. I need a time out. I want to be suspended in time. Like the two lovers at the coffee shop. Like Bubble Boy.


4:25:00 am


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