Just when you think you can sit back and try to
enjoy the peacefulness you desperately sought after, the world overwhelms you
with its conflicts, hatred and despair of normal life...
And General Insanity creeps in
Every day....
--> The Angels are Singing.. <--
Wow, I kind of gave up blogging after a while because I thought noone was ever going to read it again!! No wonder there was Heavenly singing when I saw comments from Yuru and Praks.. haha.
What has your bo liao ex GP teacher been up to? Well, the poor soul's been studying and dying. She's been overtaken by numbers and penalty dates and percentages. My course has only managed to solve the age old question: Why Does Chloe Hate Maths?
So here I was, in King's College library.. (Yes, so sad, I spent most of my waking hours in a library and my weekends were spent in the office trying to cram tax in my head until the numbers and rules are dribbling down my ears!!!) and my files were splayed open. I flip through the pages, bored and resigned to this less than happening period in my life. Then, I look around me and take in the solemn and quiet atmosphere of this grand and ancient place, as though phantoms from the past and ghosts of the past living were swirling around me. I wonder who used to live here or if any of the Norman Kings plotted a war against the Welsh or dined with rich gusto within the thick solid walls.
My sights land on the books around me. I sigh and try to concentrate on my file:
Cars are a taxable benefit for the employee, must be time apportioned and National Insurnfhtlslmc...I groan inwardly and stand up. That inner itch returns and I wander along the shelf, gingerly fingering the spines.
Romanticism. English History in English Literature. Revenge Tragedy. I stop. I see it.
Beowulf: An Epic Poem.I tried to walk away but my fingers weren't listening to my head screaming for them to stop reaching out. The book slides from the shelf and into my waiting palms. The pages manage to open and there before my eyes, the familiar Anglo-Saxon words greet my eyes and I am at once filled with wonderment and nostalgia. I read a few more lines and I feel oddly surprised that I still remember how to understand this language.
Frod, Etherling..
Dom, Brecan... the words jump and I know what I'm reading: Beowulf's fight with the dragon.
I close the book, a little sad and make my way back to my seat.
Slump.I miss being a student. I miss plowing through books and I miss reading. I miss Literature and the feeling I get when I engage with the characters. I miss hearing the voices of the characters and thinking or feeling as they do.
I think I'll be on a reading spree after my exam tomorrow...
Chloe Andrina
1:09 PM
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