Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I'm a freaking noob at badminton, i wanted to dig a hole and hide my face after pe today. bathing after pe was good, we should do it more often. Phototaking was rather stupid, i look weird anyhows. AND I NEED TO DECLARE HOW MUCH I HATE THE FUCKING LIT PODCAST. I'm sorry, i said i won't curse, but it is sooooooooo annoying. We practically spent another five hours trying to convert the bloody file and upload it. Eleanor&I were glaring at the horrible computer screen and trying not to scream the library down and smash the screen. It is @&#$**@&, such a waste of time. I spent how many sleepless nights on it that i am like a zombie now. I need to sleep, i need to abandon EOM. I think i'll get killed. I forsee my doom. I WANT TO DIE, LIKE NOW.
On a lighter note, tauhuey with sister after such a long while. & i got my A for bio, Ms Lee is so lovely(: (:Vertical training tmr, pray that i won't roll down the stairs. My life is so like that. so like that.
Funeral Blues
(the freaking poem that is stuck in my head due to the podcast; BUT it is still nice! :D)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I miss you, ecstasy pill
I'm a freaking noob at badminton, i wanted to dig a hole and hide my face after pe today. bathing after pe was good, we should do it more often. Phototaking was rather stupid, i look weird anyhows. AND I NEED TO DECLARE HOW MUCH I HATE THE FUCKING LIT PODCAST. I'm sorry, i said i won't curse, but it is sooooooooo annoying. We practically spent another five hours trying to convert the bloody file and upload it. Eleanor&I were glaring at the horrible computer screen and trying not to scream the library down and smash the screen. It is @&#$**@&, such a waste of time. I spent how many sleepless nights on it that i am like a zombie now. I need to sleep, i need to abandon EOM. I think i'll get killed. I forsee my doom. I WANT TO DIE, LIKE NOW.
On a lighter note, tauhuey with sister after such a long while. & i got my A for bio, Ms Lee is so lovely(: (:Vertical training tmr, pray that i won't roll down the stairs. My life is so like that. so like that.
Funeral Blues
(the freaking poem that is stuck in my head due to the podcast; BUT it is still nice! :D)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I miss you, ecstasy pill