|Reviews for whirlpool|
| HauntedMisery 10/15/05 . chapter 1
This is awesome
| poetic abortion 5/30/05 . chapter 1
XD I hate math to a particular extreme, but this really lightened my mood. odd for the angsty, gorrific feel this induced. beautiful poem none-the-less. lovely, as always!
!* noelle *!
| negligible fictional force 4/25/05 . chapter 1
goodday. dang, woman, you are amazing at puns. i seethe green. it's good angst, and not tweeny at all. very contemporary, very matter-of-fact; i like muchly. -kismet.
| Cyssel 4/23/05 . chapter 1
hahaha. maths is the only subject worth angst-ing about imo! (and maybe Chinese, for the typical Singapore like myself XD) i love the words you use, and how you put it together. excellent play with words in the last stanza too. simply loving it. (and hating math)
| rialleyen 4/14/05 . chapter 1
this is simply anti-ummu. i love of course, the using of brackets is and never will be 'my thing so' it's perfectly yes. it suits the whole poem. maths maths maths. weren't we bracketing last year during maths :Dmaybe you shd add lines in yr next poem :)
| linaeve 4/13/05 . chapter 1
didn't seem like you were talking about math until i read your a/n; i suppose it does fit, but i had more of a... human-esque subject in mind initially )
| amphiboly 4/13/05 . chapter 1
it's really good, tum-tum. hee hee. i like it and i can totally relate to it.
i miss mrs sia man. seriously, she wasnt a fantabluous teacher but atleast she let us do what we want and go to her if we wished. pfft.
remember how she will say something and i will look at you and both our hands will shoot up. hahhaha those were the days.
take care honey (:
| Some Random Reviewer 4/11/05 . chapter 1
woah... that was weird. i didnt even think you were writing about math until you said it at the end... crazy...
| if sighing 4/10/05 . chapter 1
I'm in awe because this is the first time I've read something like this on this site. Finally, actual abstract descriptions and scrambling thoughts on simplistic objects.
the last 4 lines wowowow, I love it the whole picture of a buzzing lamp and the staleness of math. The last few lines feel like Tori Amos.
I'm perfectly content now.