Intermission V: Pausing the Poetry for Prose.

i need to start writing in prose again. and heaven forbid, not in assignment format.

 it does get rather irritating when i'm needing to do assignments, but only have paired words and rhymes floating in my head.  i wonder if this's what dr M means by spontaneity? higher level cognitive processing? he may think it a competency (mind you, i do consider it a gift), but i dont suppose dr G'd find it amusing if i tried writing my finals essay in rhyme. not that i could *snort*.

sigh. i really dont know how to describe the tangled rush of emotions while hearing dr M lecture... fear, shock, interest, fascination, confusion? and the sense that time's running out, that i'm moving backwards even as i try to make my way up.

seriously, who after seeing pranaf's insane inventions can not feel woefully intimidated or like an intellectual ant? i do look forward to having one of those contraptions around my neck (since it practically makes any other contraption redundant), but well... i guess this's the first time i've ever seen that sort of mind in action. simply... mad.

aigoo (sorry, have been watching Personal Preference: sang jun/young seon's favourite exclamation)... tell me how to study for I/O, someone? bad enough its dr G, i have completely no idea how to incorporate dr M's stuff into the I/O mindset... and thanks to S, i've been watching Personal Preference, and thus, havent studied a bit. and now, character le jin ho keeps floating in my mind. =.=. sorry, jester. looking at it from the angle of a romance reader. characters're hard to resist, especially when packaged into such a nice parcel, but you know that already. (so dont you dare imply i'm a fangirl again or i'll conk your head. =.=)

am bloody tempted to watch another series, but i think i shall resist. will now return to crafting a timeline for the training, oops, talent management program. =.=

Chapter Thirty-one: Muddling in the Middling Crowd.

I disdain to do usual
Desire to break the mould
And yet the damndest thing is
Can't do without being told

 I've been taught to settle
Also yet to reflect
But methinks I dissemble
In displaying true intellect

Here I hear about sprinting ahead
But how does one apply?
Another talks about brilliance instead
But what does that signify?

I'll not call myself stupid
No need to go that far
BUt it eats at me like acid
'How much do you think you are...?'

 O tell me why we talk so much
Of the best pick of the cream?
Why when they're so out of touch
High up on the extreme?

Where will the crop be
Those of the middling crowd
Who're neither brilliant nor silly
But not like the cream endowed?

Chapter Thirty: Untangling.

Blinks an eye
Sitting on the horizon
By nothing but newness freshened
And at the panorama, widened


Listens the ear
A powerful tune resonate
From another's head donate
Breathlessly more await


Thinks the mind
Twisted pathways burning fire
Tangled thoughts aspire
Stoking up the need to rewire


Feels the heart
The strands of love inside
The fear that grips as time I bide
Courage, do you yet still hide?