Of Literature and lack of time

Today was Ms Sunbeam's class. I reckoned that we would be in for a full day but it turned out to be half-day instead. And so I hollered Dad, asking him to pick me up at 2. Right now I have eleven minutes to dish out some moolah on this blog.

Right now, I am listening to L'e-mail a des ailes by Alizée, and I am actually wondering how to finish Twelfth Night, Wordsworth, and Mill on the Floss by October (and that would be the very month we have our AS examination. I cannot help but stare at the dismal state of our class, or the attitude they show when they read their books... I am just sitting down alone and studying. Thing is, Ms Sunbeam is INSISTING that we actually finish our stuff. That too, without going line by line.

And here I am, suffering.

God giveth and taketh away. Hallelujah.

I will be going to HKL later - I will be visiting mom. She was the only one not to be removed from the HDU due to all the emergency equipment. I seriously hope she will get well and come home soon. Dad has sacrificed a lot. Narin did not do pretty well in her first semester and I wonder how things are going to turn out... And as for me, I have a lot of things to show and tell mom. Here lies the problem : it all has been aggrieved by _____________________________________________ (Uncle Luques, I think I have talked this out with you - Uncle Raymund, this is also for you. Please do not disclose this to anyone, I am not about to wash my dirty linen in public.)

I just wish things were back to normal. It is hard for everyone to accept the fact that _____________________________________________. It will be even harder for mom because ______________________________________________. These blanks are not for anyone to fill ; Dad has already gotten revelations while praying and sleeping. Those revelations are scary, and they hold water to the things we have seen over the years.

When I come home, I will be revising. God knows what I will be revising - I just hope things get back to normal soon. We all want our lives back. Most of all, mom wants her bed, her banana split, her satay and her Hallmark Channel back.