when time and confusion collide

the name is vanessa but everybody calls me van. estranged ex-NJCanoeist of 2004/05 K2-500m. I'm a WSO (FIGHTER) trainee and I'm doing my BA(Hons) English and Politics in the University of York. I like fast cars, literature, art and tulips. I cannot cook. When I was younger I wanted to be an astronaut. I am hopeless at math or anything remotely related to formulae. I detest parsley. I love the colour burgundy. My Macbook is my bestfriend and I've played with Macs since I was 15 so no, I didn't jump on the bandwagon. I have lofty dreams but I'm often afraid to chase them. I don't get angry I get disappointed. I intend to learn Spanish and German. Oh, and I think Liverpool kicksmajorass - I am not a fair-weathered fan. I think ambiguity is beautiful.

DECEMBRE/DECIEMBRE/DECEMBRO
02 -- Thong's bday
05 -- Shumin's bday
07 -- Howeeeeee's bday
08 -- Daddy's bday
09 -- Commsparade!
11 -- Politics exam, snowball
14 -- MY bday!!
15 -- End of term!!!!!!!! To London.
17 -- 07
18 -- Flying home!
19 -- Touchdown 1855 SQ321
30 -- Back to London

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Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
Oh I could bury you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why

I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

Scissor Sisters - I can't decide

HAHAA this song totally makes me laugh. I could think of many people that I wanna dump into a lake and feed poisoned cake to. People like uh.. the eyebrow plucker who lurks outside Tangs at Orchard! Gosh! He compliments me about my hair everytime he wants to pluck my eyebrows for me! Oh and people who don't move to the middle of the MRT carriage especially during rush hour when I'm struggling to get to work. People who stare at me and point blatantly when I'm wearing my No. 3 on the train during aforementioned rush hour.

In that context, politics is also a “collective activity” that involves people who “accept a common membership or at least acknowledge a shared fate.” The peasants involved in the 1911 Revolution obviously had a common cause and grievance that drew them together as a political force. The decisions made by higher authority must “impinge on both the shared and competing interests of the groups’ members”. This shows us that indeed politics is “collective”, and any Robinson Crusoe character would not be able to practice politics. (Hague, R. and Harrop, M. 2004) In the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

-- A current excerpt from my Politics essay that is 1500 words away from target.