thebeautifultruth
Desire.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009 6:55 PMI think we really need to buck up on our dance, guys.
Like seriously. It's our only SYF opportunity and that one only result is permanent.
And I really agree with the feedback given today, what Xin Lin and the teachers said.
Yeah.
You don't need to really watch the dance to know the dance is messy. You can already tell when you're dancing it.
Someone hit me with the fan.
I have now a bruise in the shape of a line on my knuckles.
I don't really enjoy Miss Ranjini's lessons.
I prefer Mr Kamal TONS more, because history isn't a subject you can study through just some slides. It's really something you need to understand. And i really enjoy lessons with deep information, like Mr K's.
Ran 3 rounds around the school for PE.
I did okay. But the stitches were horrid, adding on to the uncomfortably pain feeling I've been having in my stomach since yesterday morning. It just won't go away.
I slept for 30 minutes in Math.
Van Helsings was pretty damn fun last night.
I watched it alone(:
I feel like writing a poem.
It started with a song,
well, everything started with a song.
The song about peace to joy, war to sadness,
of all the Gods and their individual greatness.
Or perhaps the song about the universe,
about the start of something so diverse.
But there were greater songs out there,
songs that told stories through time, even from places elsewhere.
To be sung to those who were willing to listen,
or simply to those who believe that they were different.
And it then -of course- ended with a song,
a song that everyone could sing along.
A song that summed everything up,
a song that was found in this little tea cup.
Doesn't make any sense.
I just felt like writing that.
Like seriously. It's our only SYF opportunity and that one only result is permanent.
And I really agree with the feedback given today, what Xin Lin and the teachers said.
Yeah.
You don't need to really watch the dance to know the dance is messy. You can already tell when you're dancing it.
Someone hit me with the fan.
I have now a bruise in the shape of a line on my knuckles.
I don't really enjoy Miss Ranjini's lessons.
I prefer Mr Kamal TONS more, because history isn't a subject you can study through just some slides. It's really something you need to understand. And i really enjoy lessons with deep information, like Mr K's.
Ran 3 rounds around the school for PE.
I did okay. But the stitches were horrid, adding on to the uncomfortably pain feeling I've been having in my stomach since yesterday morning. It just won't go away.
I slept for 30 minutes in Math.
Van Helsings was pretty damn fun last night.
I watched it alone(:
I feel like writing a poem.
It started with a song,
well, everything started with a song.
The song about peace to joy, war to sadness,
of all the Gods and their individual greatness.
Or perhaps the song about the universe,
about the start of something so diverse.
But there were greater songs out there,
songs that told stories through time, even from places elsewhere.
To be sung to those who were willing to listen,
or simply to those who believe that they were different.
And it then -of course- ended with a song,
a song that everyone could sing along.
A song that summed everything up,
a song that was found in this little tea cup.
Doesn't make any sense.
I just felt like writing that.
once there was me
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