Studies is like a Game of Concentration,
Concentration which requires Focus, Discipline, Control.
The 3 vital conditions which I lack;
to grant me the "uber-gayness concentration" in to ace my studies.
Mid Years, like Death;
its arrival is inevitable.
Cold like Winter , Merciless like the Flow of Time,
Even the strongest Soul quiver at the mere mention of its name.
Yet I still sit here typing,
disregarding the fact I shall face it tomorrow.
If Mid Years existed as a person,
I would probably just looked straight into its eyes and laugh:
"LOL~! Sorry, just wanted to have a kick of saying that to you in the face"
Ok I'm Lazy.
Take "Lazy" and multiply it by several folds,
that's the level of Laziness which I possess alone.
Seems like I'm not alone in this family.
My sister is still doing her Chinese homework, 10 pages long, as I type.
1 comment:
I liked your little poetic humor...but if you really do struggle with focus, concentration etc and wish to over come it, take a look at the link below.
https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537645693371806914&postID=2819444601177713629&page=1
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