Okay, I’m tired, and I just want to type a post since it’s been a while since I’ve typed one.
Tests, tests, tests,
Math, Chinese, all.
Projects, projects, projects,
Life Sciences, Heart & Voice, and plenty more.
Complaints, complaints, complaints,
To me, about others, about all.
Listen, listen, listen,
I do, they don’t, not all.
Do, do, do,
I, him, the rest.
Amount, amount, amount,
?, O.o, @#$@#%$@%#$^$%^#^$#.
Heart, heart, heart,
Life, love, tired.
Soul, soul, soul,
Gone, waning, hanging.
Body, body, body,
Infected, tired, wrong.
Mind, mind, mind,
Lost, found, lost.
Vision, vision, vision,
To, complete, out of sight.
Future, future, future,
Bleak, optimistic, – .
The poetic essence was inspired in me when I wrote the first line and found it to be a nice start to a poem. LOL! Oh well.
Jealousy is brewing. To be or not to be, that is not the question, but the question in essence is if to be is to be because of factors that make to be.
A sponge life is one that I lead I find in certain times. I hate shouting. Shouting makes me worked up and angry even though it wasn’t meant to be in a fit of anger. I hate it. I would be taken on a guilt-trip. It hurts. Bad. Real bad.
I can take things. A lot. Probably. I lead a black-hole life. All enters. None exit. Scary. Weird.
I hate myself. Many a time. Wonder why. No answer. Because……….
My pillar. Any loose debris. Hate it. Destroy. But…………. Black-hole. Too bad.
People complain. Life sucks. I say.
People complain. Take things with a pinch of salt. I say.
People complain. You asked for it. You deserved it. I say. Me? The bastard? The devil?
Life. Get it right. Think. Internalise. Make it right. Change stars.
WordPress posts. Long. Short. Short. Diary? Entertain? Aim? Yes? Yes? ??
Goodnight all. ^^
yammonation Said:
on March 2, 2008 at 12:10 pm
Hey jenn! NO STRESS K? Haha Band Camp is in 4.5 days!! And the Wind Ensemble is gonna be squeezed into four unbearable classrooms. *GASP*
Oh man, how was supper after OBA Dinner??!!
inamilkyway Said:
on March 2, 2008 at 1:43 pm
Haha, yea, after tomorrow, the stress level will go down a lot. PHEW! Well, squeezing is one thing. Squeezing with people you don’t wanna squeeze with is yet another thing.
Supper was okay I guess. Everyone was SO tired. I was a zombie. Imagine: I slept at 12.30 last night and I woke up at 1pm this morning (afternoon)! But that was without an alarm clock. Crazily tired I tell you.
yammonation Said:
on March 3, 2008 at 2:28 pm
…can you imagine. Bunking. In a classroom. For three nights. With ISMAIL.
I’ll seriously slap him with all of our CAS proposal forms if he doesn’t stop going on about how Project With Heart & Voice will fail. Either a slap or some other creative method of torture.
I know! I’ll force Priliver to rape him. Okay NVM THAT’S TOO CREATIVE.
CYA TOMORROW.