A carrot and stick approach

I. We're almost there

Two years of slogging all down to a dozen or so papers.
A dozen or so papers all down to one result slip.
One result slip - a passport to a million possibilities in life.
A million possibilities in life, but only one path to choose.

Sometimes i just wish i had 9 lives to live so that I'll still have 1 extra chance to make the right choice after screwing up the previous 8 ones.

II. A bright spot in the midst of dreary gloom

Went out with phaive-eh on fri after a rather worrying econs paper 1. It was a tiring but certainly fulfilling night for the mind, soul, and especially the tummy (: Ate delicious japanese curry at liang court and then ambled around the singapore river while doing retarded stuff (: Den had a nice chat with boiboi on the way home. One of the most purrrfect nights i've had in weeks.

Went out again for lunch after physics paper 3. Haha whoops i felt quite bad for making everyone walk so far but i hope the nice food made up for it! This goes to show that you shouldn't place your entire faith in streetdirectory.com. But then again, i would have been a clueless, stranded tourist if not for that.

III. Compassion

When deep-seated hurts become physically visible, there is always


You can: kick it, punch it, squeeze it, hug it, trample on it, scream at it, dress it up (or down). But above all, love it as a child loves his soft toys. That's the only thing that sustains it's warmness and ensures that the harsh and arbitrary passage of time does not wear it out.

IV. Fitting the puzzle pieces together

And there we stood,
An arm's length apart,
Feet firmly rooted to the ground,
Just barely out of each other's embrace.

Oh, but pardon those beguiling eyes,
For it had the mark of a mona lisa smile,
Introspectively peering on with an intent, fixated gaze.
An angel's innocence with a devil's stony stare.
So temptingly dear but yet so strikingly bare.

In your left hand, a dangling carrot swung.
Hypnotically, enticingly - like the hand of a grandfather's clock,
It ticked time away, steadily and ever so surely.
Most damningly, I yearned for it.
But thankfully, there was this mask of veneer (and also that calm whisper).
That, indeed, was the sorry suspect of my intuition.

Still, my limbs were numb.
Each trembling ripple through the body masked a soul in resounding fits.
I was weak,
but it was weakness that drove my resolve.
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Hasty contemplation and an iron will beat down that surge of fervency into submission.
It was painfully fulfilling to exercise such self-restraint and to eventually succeed.

With new found hope, I drew a line between our toes,
Marking one side as 'wrong', and the other - the side 'less wrong'.
I'll never know which side i'm on,
Until the day where a good samaritan passes by,
And bends down to wash out that divide.