He sat back in his arrogant sort of way.
He said, “There’s nothing more to say.”
then lectured on for another hour.

She said, everything was fine.
She said, she didn’t like to whine,
then cried on for another hour.

They sat there screaming through the room was silent.
They sat so still though the scene was violent.
And words can never really help you say,
what you want them to anyway.
And words can never really help you see,
what you really want to be.
He took a last sip of cold tea.

Last chance to stop all these lies.
Last chance to clean up these lives.
This could be the final hour.

This could be the final hour, or
this could be the finest hour.

And words can never really help you say
what you want them to anyway.
And words can never really help you see,
what you really want to be.
He took a last sip of cold tea.

- Midnight by D.W.

SP essay is really killing my brain cells. The lyrics from the top, especially this excerpt :

"And words can never really help you say,
what you want them to anyway.
And words can never really help you see,
what you really want to be."

is really reflective of my current struggles in writing out my SP essay pertaining the most irritating topic of all; performance enhancing drugs. The worst thing is that it HAS got to be in the Singapore context...which is like WHAT?!? AND the MOST MOST HORRIBLE thing is that my SP tutor has to criticize my essay to the point that it seemed horrendous and totally out of point, which is a far cry from what i'm trying to convey. Truthfully, i have a sinking feeling that she does NOT even bother reading my essay before the conferencing.

I feel so sad. Never in my life have i have such a deep hatred for writing essays.