It's not true.
Only an afterthought, the pause after the full stop.
Have always been.

Lessons From History

Who would have thought that the ghost of Edna and her ATQs would still linger, among the residual remains of my Contract essay, no less. Although I really should be ashamed of myself, since ATQing should come naturally to any self-respecting Edna humanities student, it was one of those Sudden Grin moments that made everything seem less bleak.

But still, to ignore lesson from history would be undue folly. So now we know that the moment you get your exam paper, one should scrawl a large ATQ with vehement exclamation marks in some hideous colour, think of Crocs, and write as though your very life depended on it. Which was often true, in Edna's class.

Bless her and her ATQs, wherever she is.

In A Manner Of Speaking

A quiet Sunday afternoon, and I re-discover Jason Mraz's music. He reminds me that there is still beauty in the world, value in dreams and that not all pursuits are mindless.

I think I now understand Kaye's mania with him.

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is

-- Jason Mraz; A Beautiful Mess

In Between The Morning and You

I eat a passion-fruit, two halves actually;
And watch the lone cherry barb swim on my bookshelf
Beside The Lovely Bones and Eleanor Rigby
Oh wondrous night
I wish you'd never end